The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The devil whispered scriptures from another world, curses from another world, with a joyful and sarcastic smile.

He will lead the Lamb of God to the pasture called the human world.

Chapter 17: Ranch Part 1

"Mr. Anser, this is an urgent report from Donggang."

A slightly hoarse female voice sounded out of nowhere, and a tentacle emerged from the shadow behind Ansel and handed him the rolled-up report.

Anser took the report as usual, glanced through it quickly and then smiled playfully.

"It seems that our Saint Lady is much more honest than I thought."

The people from Yingzhao who were stationed in Donggang spent a lot of time and energy and finally found out the tail that the Xiesheng Church had not dealt with cleanly.

After Anser announced that he would become the regent, until now, the Holy Co-Ordinary Church, which had only twelve bishops in total, actually sent seven bishops to the empire through the only route. Including the white-robed Cardinal Mu who was stationed here, there were already eight bishops lurking somewhere in the empire.

——But in fact, the number of people sent by the Holy Association Church was not seven, but nine.

Two bishops crossed the Tiantu Mountains through some unknown means and entered the country from the west. This news was provided by our honest Miss Saint.

As for what the method to cross the Tiantu Mountains was, Xin did not say, because she didn't know either.

“Let them come back.”

The report in Anser's hand quickly decayed into dust and was soon dissipated in the wind. He was climbing the stairs to the highest point of the imperial capital and spoke leisurely, as if he was taking a walk: "It's time to send people to the north."

"The unrest in East Port is a bit serious." Marina's voice was gentle and pleasant, as if she was whispering behind Ansel. "Continue to ignore it?"

The death of the Grand Duke left each territory without its de facto supreme controller. The nobles lost their restraint and were either busy dividing the inheritance or fighting against each other.

The powerful organization of supernatural beings is slightly better. After all, they can only be regarded as fellow travelers seeking promotion at most. The death of the strongest person may not have a big impact on such a loose alliance, but the impact is still there.

But if you ask me how messy it is, it’s actually not that messy.

Needless to say, the Western Country, which has almost no rules to begin with, is currently busy dealing with the dragon disaster; in the Southern Territory, where the Hydra Territory is located, all the nobles consciously regard themselves as subordinates of His Royal Highness the Regent, and everyone is in harmony and still peaceful.

The North declaring independence is not under consideration, and Donggang, a place where "profits first" has become the explicit social atmosphere, is naturally the most prone to chaos.

If Anser wanted to take care of it, it wouldn't be difficult, but...

Anser stepped onto the last step and turned to look down at the imperial capital below.

After he took over, this city, which had become increasingly chaotic due to the death of the Grand Duke and the fall of powerful people, has become orderly again.

However, there was no such thing as satisfaction in Hydra's sea-blue eyes. His sight passed over the high towers built by the warlocks, passed by the workshops with smoky air, and looked from the prosperous inner city to the simple outer city, and finally stopped at the entrance of this majestic city that was supposed to stand forever.

The emblem of Feast of Flames still stands tall there, after all, he is only a regent now.

It's just now.

"To put it in comparative religious terms...only after experiencing the horror of disasters can one feel grateful for God's gifts."

Anser withdrew his gaze and stood in front of the renovated palace.

This palace, which symbolizes the eternal authority and supreme majesty of Feasting Flame, seems to be standing here for thousands and tens of thousands of years until everything is annihilated at the end of time. However, under the shining sun, it has long lost its former glory.

It was originally built by the founding emperor, Nollanard Caesar Feasting Flame, and every brick and stone of the palace was a precious material that could drive alchemists crazy. Although Grand Duke Diana, who was treated as a plaything by Efesand, renovated the palace, it was impossible for the Grand Dukes to climb the steps and feel infinite awe when they saw the palace for the first time.

But it doesn't matter, there is no Grand Duke now, as for reverence...

Anser would leave a sign more worthy of awe than a mere palace for anyone who climbed the steps from now on.

"I understand."

When Anser stepped onto the stairs, Marina's figure emerged from the shadows. Her long black hair draped to her waist and her gorgeous and heavy black pleated skirt seemed to swallow up the surrounding light. She always stood in the range of Anser's shadow, as if she was Anser's real shadow.

Marina quickly understood Anser's intention. She didn't care how much suffering the civilians of East Port had to endure in this turmoil because of Anser's indifference. The witch's thoughts even diverged - if Mr. Anser needs some suffering, can I...

But soon, she dismissed the idea. It was not because she was afraid to think about it further, but because there were more important things to do next.

Anser stepped into the palace. This palace, which existed solely to symbolize authority and please the emperor, was no longer as glorious as it once was. In the hall that originally only had a throne, there was now a long...conference table, which was out of place.

Although the craftsman who made this conference table has tried hard to integrate the style of the table into the palace, and the effect is indeed good, the throne standing at the end of the palace still makes the conference table seem somewhat inexplicable.

Both sides of the long table were already filled with attendees of the meeting, with only the main seat at the end remaining vacant.

The most absurd thing was that this ordinary main seat was placed right below the steps of the Feast of Flames Throne, where everyone who saw it had to kneel and bow their heads on normal days. However, no one present looked at the throne. Instead, all eyes were fixed on the chair that could be found in any noble's home.

When the sound of the cane tapping the ground sounded in the hall, everyone's eyes immediately withdrew from the main seat, but no one dared to look at the end of the hall. Everyone either lowered their head or looked awkwardly at the air behind them.

Until that... His Royal Highness the Regent returned to his position.

"The last time we met was four days ago, everyone."

The young Hydra put his cane aside, and the woman standing beside him took it skillfully. She then stood there with her eyes lowered and said nothing.

But no matter who was present, no one would really regard this woman who exuded a disgusting and terrifying aura as a "servant".

The Witch of Shadows and Crows, Marina Lancemalos.

Her name was not spread throughout the empire like Xitana's, but in the upper circles of extraordinary people and nobles, it was a more terrifying curse than Xitana's.

In the short period of time after Anser declared himself regent, there was still considerable turmoil throughout the empire. However, in less than half a month, the signs of collapse and destruction were immediately nipped in the bud, limiting the chaos to a limited extent.

And this is precisely because of this woman who seems to be entangled in an evil that is almost materialized.

She is Hydra's eye, Hydra's hand, and the extension of Hydra's will... As long as there are shadows and crows, she can spy on secrets and bring down killings. No one knows how far she can go.

It’s as if no one has ever known...the limit of the Devourer’s Head.

"Last time, we discussed the reform of the imperial law, including the laws followed by the extraordinary people... Oh, yes, I almost forgot to mention one very important thing before this."

His Royal Highness the Regent leaned back, looking very relaxed and at ease, as if he was simply chatting with the attendees instead of holding a meeting, which made the throne behind him look a little ridiculous.

"My philosophy is slightly different from that of His Majesty the Emperor."

He intertwined his fingers and said with a gentle smile: "Your opinions and ideas are very valuable to me, so you don't have to agree to flatter me unconditionally. What I want is in-depth opinions - I emphasized this point when I held the first meeting."

"But until now..." Anser sighed softly, "You all still only cater to my opinions and proposals."

Even though Anser emphasized it many times, no one in the parliament was able to speak and mean the same thing.

This is natural. Even if he is not Emperor Ansir, he is still the regent. Even if he is not as crazy and violent as Ephisandre, he is still the most powerful and inviolable person so far.

The people above say you can speak freely, do you really think you can speak freely?

Everyone who could sit here was a smart person who had managed to escape unscathed after meeting the Grand Duke or even the Emperor. No matter what Ansher said, they would not believe it, nor did they dare to believe it.

Even if what Anser proposed was so bizarre that it was like the emperor's resurrection, they would still express their support with a smile on their faces... Of course, only they knew what kind of support that would look like at that time.

These nobles and extraordinary people remained silent amid Anser's sigh, and no one dared to speak.

Almost all the real upper echelons of the empire were wiped out. The people sitting here were at least two or three levels lower than Anser. The grand dukes would at least speak up, but they didn't have the courage.

"Never mind. It's not like I can't understand."

This silence made Anser laugh and said, "However, I still care about your opinions. So since you are unwilling to tell the truth, I can only hope that you don't mind me prying into your hearts."

At this moment when all the attendees were terrified, Hydra did not give them any time to react and dropped an even more terrifying bomb.

"Let's put the legal matters aside for now and talk about the latest rumors."

The rebel who claimed to be the regent but actually usurped the emperor's power smiled and said:

"How about we talk about His Highness Ivora who suddenly appeared?"

The conference table, which was already completely silent, was now even more dead silent.

Talk about this? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

The political creatures used their brains, and the extraordinary people thought from an extraordinary standpoint, but because the deterrent power of Ansel's words was so shocking, it would not be surprising if he suddenly grabbed someone at random and killed him on the spot on the charge of "colluding with the eldest princess" in the next second.

Just as they were all brainstorming, young Hydra slowly threw out a sentence that completely shattered their thoughts and reason.

"First of all, I want to make one thing clear, that is, this is not a rumor, but a fact."

"Ivora is still alive, and there is still a possibility that she can return to the throne."

*

Xitana was running around in the imperial capital.

This time she honestly followed what Ansel said and seriously looked for that... person from the Regulatory Bureau to confirm the situation of the victims.

According to the report from the Regulatory Bureau, they inferred that these dead were killed by the unique spell of the Skyfrost Tower - yes, it was the Academy of Extraordinary People established by the Grand Duke of the Grey Tower, the place that Hitana hated so much.

At the same time, they also pointed out that the perpetrators must be a large group, which not only has impressive hard power, but also has quite complete logistical support and has achieved perfection in disguise and concealment of identity.

The rest was just basic information about the victims. Two soul sorcerers, an alchemist, and an ether scholar were killed... Miss Wolf went to the relatives and friends of the three sorcerers to inquire about the situation, but found nothing. Now Sitana has come to the next target, the residence of the soul sorcerer's wife, and kept muttering "I must get useful information."

However, just as she was about to knock on the door, Xin's figure suddenly appeared behind her.

"But don't say anything like 'I haven't seen him for a long time' or anything like that - eh!"

Xitana let out a short scream and turned her head suddenly with an angry look: "What are you doing!"

Xin obediently withdrew the cold hand that was stretched towards Xitana's back: "Because Miss Wild Wolf is in a daze, I want to help you wake up."

"I am not sleeply!"

Xitana grabbed Xin's hand in dissatisfaction: "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm very busy! Or should I say..."

She looked at Xin for a while, then coughed lightly and raised her chin slightly: "Are you here to help me?"

"No, I have something very important to ask Miss Wild Wolf's opinion on."

Xin's eyes became hot. Xitana and Xin had not known each other for long, but she didn't think that the girl was the kind of person who would give her such a look, so she was a little surprised at what she said about asking for opinions.

"Why are you so serious... Just tell me if you have something to say."

"Okay." Xin nodded.

"I hope Miss Wild Wolf, you can open your soul to me?"

With one hand on her waist, Sitana tilted her head and said, "Open the soul? What do you mean by open the soul?"

The Saint explained patiently, "Just let me use my power to touch and change your soul. Don't resist my approach."

"If you can accept my power successfully, Miss Wild Wolf, then you can skip all the meaningless and time-wasting steps and directly clear and redeem the sins you carry. In this way, everything will be better."

Xitana looked at Xin, who looked solemn and almost swore an oath on the spot. After a long silence, she said quietly:

"Xin, my brain just sometimes short-circuits, I'm not a fool."

Chapter 18: Ranch Part 2

Let me touch your soul...

What kind of nonsense is this? Who would give their soul to someone else to mess around with? Except Anser, of course.

Xitana looked at Xin as if he were a fool, and felt that this guy was not so reliable.

"Ms. Wild Wolf is not a fool, she is a genius." Xin nodded, "So she shouldn't refuse."

Xitana looked puzzled: "Why shouldn't I refuse? Is it true that handing over one's soul to someone else is something a genius would do?"

Xin, on the other hand, had a matter-of-fact expression on his face: "Because I can clear Miss Wild Wolf's sins."

When she heard this topic, Xitana felt a little annoyed. After all, who likes to hear someone nagging "You are guilty, you are guilty" in their ear?

"And when sins are redeemed, Miss Wolf will be able to welcome—"

"Ah, let's talk about weird things later."

Xitana, who was busy with work, didn't want to hear these unpleasant words. She interrupted Xin's words, knocked on the door, turned her head and looked at the well-behaved Saint Miss: "I'm busy now, you can't be so anxious, right?"

"If Miss Wild Wolf needs to wait, then I will wait." Xin responded very obediently.

Xitana nodded with satisfaction, and soon the door of the cottage was opened.

"Hello, may I ask——"

Behind the door was a beautiful woman with a haggard and even thin face. She asked in a hoarse voice, but when she saw the face of the person knocking on the door, she stopped talking immediately.

"Lan, Lord Lance Malros."

Short hair as white as snow, a sharp and heroic face, a tall and slender figure... There is no one in the imperial capital who doesn't know the name of Shitana Lansmalos.

Seeing Xitana coming, the woman immediately became terrified: "Why... No, you are so condescending, I am rude, please come in."

"Don't be so nervous. Also, just call me Sitana - no need to pour water, I just came to ask you a few questions."

Saying this, Sitana walked into the house carelessly and sat down on a sofa in the living room.