The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I……"

The young man opened his mouth, and faced with Mistin's question, he gritted his teeth and answered firmly: "One silver coin... This is all I can take out, Miss Mistin."

"not enough."

Mistin stared at him expressionlessly: "Ten gold coins."

"Ten...ten gold coins?!"

The young man screamed in disbelief: "How could I possibly get so much money! That gold coin... that gold coin was borrowed from Mr. Black Hat. I... I can't get any more money!"

"This is easy." Misty snapped her fingers, and the younger brother standing next to her threw a contract in front of the young man.

"The warlock in the upper city is in need of some experimental materials. If you are willing to sacrifice yourself... your father can get a reward of ten gold coins. Then he will use these ten gold coins to buy life-saving medicine and save his own life."

The woman clapped her hands and grinned, "You saved my father, and I got my reward. Everyone is happy."

The young man's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Misty, his eyes filled with such obvious despair and sadness.

"Miss Misty..." He said with great difficulty, moving his knees to move himself forward.

"Clift, do you remember that I lived in the same neighborhood with you for three years? You came to my house for dinner, and my father...he entertained you. We used to be friends - Ugh!"

After a dull sound of hitting, the young man who was hit hard in the abdomen by the thugs in the room fell to the ground and curled up in pain.

"So are you still going to take the medicine or not?"

Mistin asked impatiently, "If you don't want it, then get out. I'll be busy soon."

In the end, the young man who was unwilling to sign the contract crawled out by himself. The way he squirmed like a worm made Misty want to laugh.

Life is hard.

Misty once asked her father why they didn't leave here and live somewhere else. Her father told her that it was like this everywhere in the world.

Life in other places is more difficult than in Strife Castle, but at least here, Lord Mibaita is willing to give them shelter and bestow blessings so that they can live in peace.

Young Mistin had no concept of stability. She seldom even saw the sun, let alone life outside the Castle of Strife, so she felt that living like this was indeed stable.

It’s just that pain and hardship do not need to be compared. If you don’t eat enough, you will be hungry. If the environment is bad, you will get sick. The bad and chaotic social rules will make everything around you dangerous. There is no need to make a comparison. Misty can realize that her life is very difficult.

Therefore, compared to the numb majority, Misty has a powerful advantage - the desire to get rid of this difficulty.

So in the nine years she had lived in Strife Castle, she had grown from a 14-year-old child who ignorantly asked her father why he didn't live somewhere else to a notorious gang leader in the downtown area.

She understands the rules of life better than most people, so life is no longer difficult but full of enjoyment.

Although many accidents happened during this period... The three superhumans who controlled the Lower City were killed one after another, and the residents of the Lower City did not know what was wrong with their brains and entrusted the superhumans to eliminate the gang forces in the Lower City, and the superhumans actually did it! They suffered a great blow and loss.

If it weren't for Misty's experience, she would have almost been killed in the last wave of crackdown.

She didn't know what was in the mind of the "Evil Wolf" who now controlled the lower city. She didn't believe that the dangerous woman wanted to save the lower city, just as she didn't believe in Mibaita's so-called gift.

As expected, not long after the evil wolf took over the lower city area and did some high-sounding good things, the wind direction began to change quietly in the dark.

"Sister, everything is ready."

Mistin put her legs on the table and waved to her younger brother who was nodding and bowing: "Got it, pass the order along, remember to wait for the signal and be ready to start at any time."

After the younger brother left, the woman supported her face with her hands, turned her head to look at the envelope on the table which contained the contents of today's operation, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth.

He can't even manage the people below him. After all, he just treats the downtown area as a toy and becomes too lazy to manage it when he's had enough fun with it.

But Misty is not annoyed by this situation. As long as she can gain benefits, she doesn’t care what the extraordinary people think.

She picked up the envelope, opened it again and read the cold and vicious words on it. At the same time, she slowly walked to the balcony and looked down at the abyss-like downtown area.

Misty's residence is located on the middle floor of the downtown area. Looking down from her perspective, she can just see most of the darkest and most chaotic areas of the downtown area, and there... a huge crowd of people has gathered. The lowest-level residents of the downtown area seem to have gathered there.

"It's so lively..."

Mistin sighed as she tore the envelope in her hand into pieces and threw it into the air.

"Like fighting katydids, do big shots also like to do such boring things?"

She muttered to herself, and until now she still didn't understand why her employer did this.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the reward is high enough, persecuting civilians, creating conflicts, and igniting conflicts... What does this little thing matter? This is what I do.

Even though she crawled out from the bottom, even though she and these guys whom she totally looked down upon came from the same origin, she was once an ordinary, powerless mortal.

——But that was only in the past.

Mistyn didn't think she was some unforgivable bastard, because she bet that any mortal who had exhausted all his efforts and tried his best to reach his position would make the same choice as her without any psychological barriers.

How many great holy spirits are there in this world who have crawled out of the stinking swamps and are still shining brightly?

Most of them are greedy people who no longer want to drown in the swamp and are eager to breathe fresh air. They are just ordinary people who are never noble.

After controlling some drug and contraband channels in the downtown area and becoming one of the top figures, Misty has never deliberately done anything bad.

Regarding that young man...if she had not lived with him for several years and he was indeed her childhood friend, she would never have given the contract to him.

Are you kidding me? You thought it was easy to become the material for the Warlock Master? You thought those ten gold coins were so easy to get? I am very picky!

Mistyn, who believes that she has never intended to do evil, does not think that she has done anything wrong from the bottom of her heart, and she does not have any thoughts about those civilians.

There is neither any thought of ridicule nor much feeling of guilt.

She just simply doesn't care.

Bang!

After a loud bang, the crowd below suddenly came to a standstill.

Hearing the sound, Mistyn turned around and walked back to the office, poured herself a glass of wine, and walked out, shaking the glass while looking down.

Would the big shots find this funny?

In the process of struggling upward, the ordinary soul immersed in darkness asked itself this question while casting its gaze into the bloody sea of ​​people that gradually stretched out.

*

Marina watched all this from a higher place.

Because she wanted to control the overall situation, she found a place that could overlook almost all the key locations in her plan. This place was once the luxurious villa of the butcher, one of the three giants in the lower city. It was located at the top of the lower city, only a stone's throw away from the upper city, and had good lighting.

After the evil wolf Miss Fenrir swept through the lower city, this place naturally became her property. Our Miss Fenrir had a wild idea to raze this place and transform it into... well, a square for the residents of the lower city to bask in the sun.

However, before she could realize this idea, Marina had already taken over most of the affairs in the downtown area. As Marina gained more and more control, Sitana gradually realized the excellent effects of the external brain and stopped caring about those things.

Marina, who was there, could even see the drug dealer pretending to shake his wine glass on the balcony.

Mistyn was just one of the downtown gangs she was connected to. To instigate riots throughout the downtown area, such a small force was far from enough.

It was impossible to clean up the filth in the Lower City. Even if the commissioned superhumans swept through the Lower City, they could only clean up the first and second level low-level superhumans hiding there... As for the gangs that were originally made up of mortals? What did that have to do with them?

But if Marina wanted to, it would be a simple matter to clean up these guys. Even without using Sitana's power, she had ten thousand ways to make these guys struggling in the gutter settle down.

But Marina, who gradually realized some things, did not do so. Instead, she caused the current...riot.

Those who are not so popular, or those who survived the cleanup and inherited the original gang legacy, indulge the garbage under their command and exacerbate the violence and chaos in the downtown area.

"Sure enough... the most direct method is the most appropriate."

Sitting dignifiedly, like a lady, Marina looked down at the bloody crowd and murmured in a low voice.

"If we wait until they really realize their mistakes and start a rebellion, it will be too late."

The gang members who caused the conflict were indeed the thugs from the downtown area, but the gang members who are now confronting the civilians are brainwashed guys that Marina asked Indra to find the extraordinary people to create.

At the same time, the people who aroused the anger among the crowd and led the attack were also brainwashed. They were the people that Indra talked about with Marina last time, and they were the people she needed.

It is obviously absurd to expect that group of insignificant thugs to truly face the anger of the masses. At the same time, it is unrealistic to expect the long-numbed civilians in the downtown area to dare to gather together and fight against gang members.

In other words, the two groups that started the fight were not residents of the lower city. But no matter what, as long as the atmosphere was stirred up, Marina could make the riot roll forward.

Even how they gathered, when those blocks gathered, every stage of the riot was under Marina's control.

In the end, Marina will let the civilians win. Through the most primitive and effective stimulation, she will let them find the power called self while standing on blood and corpses.

Even though they are still vulnerable compared to the extraordinary ones, at least... after this, they will believe in their own strength.

Slowly reviewing her hastily made plans and arrangements, Marina couldn't help but shake her head in disappointment.

"Compared with Mr. Anser, the gap is still too big."

Throughout the entire plan, she controlled almost all the nodes, and each part was precisely designed, but this was not a good thing in Marina's opinion.

Anser's plan seemed to be natural. As long as he made good designs on a few key points, everything would develop naturally as if it was destined.

Compared to this, my own plan has too much of a design sense, and I have to keep paying attention to and adjusting most of the links myself, which is really... too clumsy.

This riot in the lower city was like the debut work of a fledgling playwright, too crude and too artificial. If she hadn't been able to use the name of Faust to arbitrarily instruct the actual controller of the Castle of Strife to create this farce, she would probably be unable to do anything with just one person's ability...

"You want mortals to gain a self that is independent of the supernatural, but even this... requires the supernatural to rely on it."

Marina whispered, with a complicated expression.

She could feel the expectations in Ansel's heart, but she was helpless in the face of reality. No matter how hard she thought about it... Marina couldn't figure out what it would take for mortals to live upright, happily and peacefully in this distorted world.

Even self-awareness can only be awakened in this way, Mr. Anser... If you choose to give up, can you really find other ways to achieve your expectations?

Thinking of this, the thin and quiet girl couldn't help but sigh softly.

There is no doubt that Ming Fuluo was successful...or it means that both Fuluo and Xitana were successful. They both changed Ansher, but the former just pointed it out recently, while the latter had already influenced him subtly for some time.

No, it can’t be considered a change. Mr. Anser…he has always been such a kind person.

Marina had already confirmed this. Maganlei, who witnessed the actions of the adventurer Faust, had long been convinced that the person she was following was a great man who hoped to become the sun.

But Marina has gradually realized how difficult it is to become the sun.

It is not enough to just make Mr. Anser change his mind... If there is no way to resolve this distortion, and we simply hope that Mr. Anser will become better, then what is the point other than adding to his distress and confusion?

Neither Mingfuluo nor Xitana seemed to realize this - to realize the true illness of this world, to realize the distortion that even Anser found difficult to resolve.

Marina couldn't help but think back to the people and things that Ansel had brought her to see - adventurers who possessed extraordinary powers but were like hyenas, ordinary people who were raised and played with but were willing to do so... Whenever she thought of these things, she would feel depressed and even desperate because of her great powerlessness.

That's really...too difficult.

"I placed so much hope on Mr. Anser, thinking that he could change everything, but I never understood how absurd and difficult this wish was..."

Marina was clearly looking at the downtown area that was caught in the riot, but she didn't see it at all. She just muttered to herself in a complicated way:

"Is this trust or... selfishness?"

At this moment, an old man's angry roar suddenly came from behind Marina.

"Ms. Ma...Ms. Maganlei, what are you doing?!"

Marina came back to her senses from her thoughts but did not turn back. She knew who it was from the voice. It was Cliff, the old doctor who had been helping Xitana deal with affairs in the downtown area before she came to help Xitana.

A rare, honest and kind person in this world.

"Miss Fenrir trusts you so much... She believes you will make the Lower Town a better place. She believes in your ability and kindness!"

Cliff found Marina and was out of breath, furious: "Is this how you respond to her trust?!"

Marina had anticipated her own exposure. She had too many actions to take and she had to handle everything. Such a big thing had happened, so no matter how she thought about it, it was of course her problem.

Moreover, before today, Marina had done something special - she sent Xitana away, saying that she needed a quiet enough place to better prepare for the battle with Faust, and sent Xitana out of the Castle of Strife.

"Mr. Cliff."

Looking down at the downtown area that was in chaos and violence, Marina whispered, "Do you think Miss Fenrir is right?"

"……what?"

This ridiculous question made Cliff stunned for two seconds, and then he laughed angrily:

"You turned the Lower Town that could have been built by Miss Fenrir into what it is now, and you still dare to ask her if it's right?"

"But you haven't answered my question yet."

Marina turned to look at the old man and repeated very seriously: "Do you think Miss Fenrir is correct?"

She stubbornly used the kindness and justice in her eyes to try to build impossible castles in the air, even almost arrogantly... determined to shape everything into the way she wanted.

Is this behavior correct?

Before Marina came, Cliff, who had experienced how exaggerated and unrealistic Kamehitana's demands were, should have been very clear about it.

But surprisingly, the old man did not express his opinion on this matter, on good and evil, or on order. He was even... not angry anymore.

"Ms. Maganlei," the old man asked softly, "You asked me that question just now to prove that you are the one who truly cares about the common people and works for them?"

Marina didn't answer, which meant she agreed. Of course, that's what she meant.