The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Xitana snorted: "What's wrong? You seem listless and worried these days... You haven't lacked Anser's nourishment recently. Doesn't he like it every night-"

"you shut up!"

Ming Fuluo didn't like talking about sex topics with Xitana. This stupid dog was sometimes so wild that it didn't seem like a human. She couldn't stand this tone - although her tone of calling daddy was often ridiculed by Xitana.

"Why are you so excited? Tell me what happened." Xitana crossed her arms over her chest. "If you don't tell me, I will tell Anser. He will have plenty of time to torture you tonight."

"you--"

Miss Ming Fuluo's temples were throbbing. She took off her glasses and rubbed them for a while, then sighed softly, "Nothing, just some difficulties that cannot be solved for the time being, just like you are always concerned about why you are not strong enough."

"I don't think I'm strong enough, and I only think I'm not strong enough."

Miss Wolf, who can attribute all her problems to the four words "I'm not strong enough", is almost never confused.

She raised her chin towards Ming Fuluo and said, "But you always look as if you owe yourself money. If you look a little more sad, I think it wouldn't be strange for you to find a place to hang yourself."

"...You stupid dog, you really can't say a single good word."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Sitana sat on the processing table, crossed her legs and snorted. "At least I said this, you will definitely not look for a place to hang yourself in the future."

Ming Fuluo turned to look at the waste piled up in the corner of the workshop. She was silent for a long time, shook her head and replied: "My path is different from yours, and you probably don't want to understand these things."

Justice and goodness are both complex and simple things. Compared with what Ming Furo thinks about, what Xitana wants to pursue is too simple.

But this does not mean that one of them is superior or inferior, it is just as Ming Fuluo said, their paths are different.

Xitana yawned lazily: "I don't mean to give you any advice, I just want to remind you not to think too much, Anser will be worried, if you really can't figure it out, just ask him."

"If I ask him, I'll just get new problems that will give me more headaches."

"...Hmm?" Xitana was stunned as she looked up and touched her mouth. "Didn't Anser tell you what to do next?"

"No."

Ming Fuluo shook her head. She looked at the glasses in her hands and the light flashing through the lenses.

The data system was something that Ansher had never thought she could create at the time...Now many of Babel's new creations cannot be separated from its support.

The woman stared at her masterpiece, which was really just a simple idea given by Anser and completed by her alone, and murmured softly:

"He seemed to want me to...find the answers myself."

Hearing this, Hitana was also a little embarrassed. After the previous fierce battle, the knots between the three of them had been resolved a lot. How come Ming Furo fell into a new predicament in the blink of an eye?

...The only thing to be thankful for is that this predicament has nothing to do with Ansel's feelings, but is simply related to Ming Furo personally.

Xitana also looked at her unconsciously clenched fists and thought of Marina's words. Suddenly she realized that she seemed to be avoiding something.

Many problems are avoided by saying "lack of strength".

The emotional problem was solved, but the thoughts that followed from it... thoughts about oneself and about the path, became a new dilemma.

The two of them fell into the same silence, which was rare.

After an unknown amount of time, Xitana scratched her head and said, "No matter what, it's right to think more about it. Since you don't have any problems, I won't say much either—"

Before she could finish her words, a shadow suddenly emerged from the corner of the alchemy workshop and threw a piece of letter paper towards Xitana.

Xitana took it subconsciously, looked at the shadow tentacles that quickly disappeared, and curled her lips in displeasure, muttering: "Mysterious... Can't you just say it directly?"

With a little dissatisfaction, she opened the envelope and began to read, but as she read, her expression became stiff and even frozen.

"...Xitana?" Ming Fuluo frowned and asked, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart, "What's going on? What's written in the letter?"

"The Grand Duke of the Gray Tower, the Grand Duke of the United Iron Blade, and... the Revolutionary Army."

The girl read the contents of the letter in disbelief: "Under the command of Grand Princess Ivora, the Imperial Liberation Front has been formed to liberate the great heritage of the Feasting Flame from the treacherous rule of Hydra."

She raised her head and looked into Ming Fuluo's eyes, which were also filled with astonishment and even dullness:

"The North... is attacking the Empire!"

*

"The war has begun, Mr. Anser."

Marina leaned over to refill Anser's glass and whispered, "The front line between the central part of the empire and the northern lands should collapse quickly."

"They will fill it in, no problem." Anser took a sip of wine slowly, "In the first battle, they will try their best. After all, in their eyes, this is a great time to grab the credit."

"I'm afraid the two ladies won't sit idly by."

"What we want is that they won't just sit there and do nothing."

Young Hydra put down his wine glass, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, and quietly looked out at the prosperous scene of the imperial capital.

"Marina, I gave them so much confidence and hope that they forgot how difficult it was to realize that vision."

The witch who had always been following closely behind Anser smiled and said, "You have always disapproved of meaningless suffering and trials. Why did you change your mind?"

"It's all good enough. They'll learn a lot—with the help of my new student."

When mentioning "new students", a slight smile appeared on Anser's face, but the smile quickly disappeared.

The color of the abyss appeared in the sea-blue eyes, and Hydra said calmly: "I will not make the same mistake I made in the West again. That kind of weakness of looking back and forth came from my... incorrect love."

At this point, he couldn't help laughing again: "In the final analysis, I still don't understand what this kind of emotion is, but at least I know that it is definitely wrong to give in for them unconditionally."

"Marina."

The boy turned to look at his own shadow: "Am I a terrible partner?"

"From the perspective of universal values, yes."

Marina whispered softly, "You are passionate, promiscuous, selfish, and stubborn. You are clearly not loyal, but you still want your girl to be loyal. You are indeed a terrible lover."

Anser touched his face and said, "Thanks to Xier and A'Luo for their hard work."

"But they don't see you that way."

The witch reached out and covered Ansel's hand that was caressing his face, her voice so gentle.

"me too."

Anser stared into those dark eyes and chuckled, "You compare yourself to the two of them without saying a word."

Marina blinked and said, "You found me."

"It's too obvious." Ansel grabbed Marina's hand with his backhand, but did not take it away. Instead, he held it tightly. "I told you, Marina, although I still don't understand what love is, I am very experienced in playing with women. Your little tricks are nothing to me."

Feeling the warmth of her palm, Marina's breathing became faster and faster: "But... I don't just have those little thoughts, Mr. Anser."

"Really?" Ansel raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, the one I love is not the powerful Mr. Anser, not the smart Mr. Anser, not the far-sighted Mr. Anser, not the Mr. Anser who can make the empire and the world a better place. So, it doesn't matter to me what kind of person Mr. Anser is."

The woman did not conceal the surging desire and greed in her heart, but her hoarse voice was so soft and pleasant:

"I just love Mr. Anser who told me, 'You are important too.'"

"From then until the end of everything, I will love you like this."

Looking at the soft body pressed against his chest, Ansel sighed helplessly.

"I told you, Marina, if you're too humble, I'll get annoyed."

The witch hooked her hands around Anser's neck and exhaled the hot breath of desire gently, spraying it on Anser's chin: "So, are you tired of me?"

Ansel stretched out his hands to hold her slender and soft waist, buried his head in her snow-white neck and gently breathed in the dazzling fragrance.

“So far, not yet.” His breath made Marina’s body tremble.

Marina's voice was filled with a bit of charming and soft trembling: "In that case, please... love me hard now."

She stood on tiptoe, sucked Anser's earlobe, and chuckled:

"I have learned a lot of skills that will not bore you."

Chapter 5.5: Mr. Devil's Small Classroom (K)

Many people came to Hydra Manor today, and Ansor received everyone patiently one by one without neglecting anyone.

The visitor now is a marquis, whose territory is in the north-central part of the empire, bordering the north. When the so-called "Imperial Liberation Front" marches from the north, the territory that his family has managed for more than three hundred years will be engulfed in an unstoppable war.

"Your Highness, the Regent,"

Although the marquis is quite old, his figure is still upright and even strong. Under his gray hair and old face are huge muscles that bulge out his uniform, making him look very powerful.

The old marquis held the hilt of the sword with one hand and straightened his back. He said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I will definitely make those stupid and rebellious people pay the price. I swear on the three hundred years of glory of Jingfeng."

"I believe in your ability, Your Excellency the Marquis." Anser, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled warmly. "I have heard of Jingfeng's bravery. If it weren't for the sudden rise of the Gray Tower, Jingfeng should have become the Grand Duke who ruled the North, right?"

"That's right." The old Marquis Jingfeng's face was gloomy. "I have an irreconcilable feud with that vicious and despicable man Dormer. If possible, please allow me to kill him on the battlefield!"

Judging from his tone, it seems that he has already regarded the head of the Grand Duke of Grey Tower as a sure thing. I don’t know where he gets such confidence from.

So, Anser asked Xin in the soul link: "Miss Xin, why do you think the Marquis said this? How can he be confident enough to face the two archdukes and the revolutionary army, plus the army led by Ivora?"

Xin was actually sitting on a small stool next to Anser, with his hands on his cheeks, looking at the muscular old man in front of him, tilting his head and thinking for a long time, and finally shook his head vigorously, and gave a very honest and high-quality answer:

"I do not know."

Xin didn't have a very clear idea of ​​combat power, but even so, she knew that a mere marquis could not withstand such a force.

"You can't answer 'I don't know.'" Anser told her patiently, "If your answer is just 'I don't know,' it means your thinking has stopped here. Although it is necessary to stop or even step back appropriately, you are learning now, and learning means you have countless opportunities to try and fail."

“Don’t think your answer is weird, just think about it first.”

Anser's earnest advice reminded Xin of the education he received as a reserve saint when he was a child. The maidens in school were as gentle and tolerant as he was, and never minded his mistakes.

However, the nuns never taught her or other saint candidates like her how to "think". They only taught them how to use and trust the power given by God.

This was very novel to Xin. To be honest, when Anser first agreed to teach her, she thought Mr. Devil would do something chaotic and evil like the turmoil he caused last time.

In the end, I didn't do anything and just left her there for a while before finding her now.

Encouraged by Anser, the Saint Lady was eager to try. At the same time, Marquis Jingfeng continued, "I think many people have come to you before me. You may have answered this question many times, but please forgive me for being so presumptuous: Regarding that group of rebels, do you..."

He paused for a moment and gave Anser a cautious and probing look: "Are you planning to handle this yourself?"

Originally, in the previous meeting on conquering the North, Anther generously gave up the interests of the North, leaving it to this group of aristocratic families and extraordinary organizations to fight for it themselves. But now the offense and defense have inexplicably changed, and it is obviously reasonable for Marquis Jingfeng to ask this question.

Ansel did not answer, but just looked at the old marquis with a smile, which made the latter gradually begin to feel frightened.

——Actually, there is no deep meaning. Anser is just waiting for Xin's answer.

"Well……"

Miss Saint pondered for a long time, and then said seriously: "He has helpers!"

"puff."

This chuckle sounded like thunder in the ears of Marquis Jingfeng. The muscular old man who looked like he had experienced many battles immediately lowered his head and tried to make his voice more respectful: "Your Highness, the Regent, I have overstepped my authority."

Unable to hold back his laughter, Anser rubbed the corners of his mouth and coughed lightly: "Nothing, Your Excellency the Marquis, I just thought of something very interesting. The question you raised is reasonable and there is nothing presumptuous about it. Regarding this war... For now, I will not appear on the front battlefield, and it will still be led by you."

At the same time, he responded to Xin with a smile in the link: "Good idea, can you tell me the reason?"

"Because he definitely can't win alone. If he's still so confident even though he can't win, it means he's not alone!"

After Xin said this, he nodded, looking quite satisfied with his simple and plain inference.

"So, Ms. Xin's starting point is 'his confidence is that he is confident that he can deal with the Northern Alliance', right?"

This was a long sentence, and Xin took two or three seconds to digest it before figuring out what it meant. Then he nodded and responded, "Yes, otherwise why would he be so confident?"

At the same time Xin asked this question, Marquis Jingfeng, who was relieved, also asked the second question more carefully.

"Since you don't plan to go to the battle yourself, the rebels in the north are ignorant, but they are also a force of considerable strength. You..."

The old man lowered his head and observed Anser cautiously with his peripheral vision: "Do you intend to let each party send reinforcements, or... unite an army in your name?"

The leeway of the superior allowed Anser to maintain a silence that made Marquis Jingfeng uneasy, and continued to teach Xin:

"Miss Xin, do you think your inference is correct?"

Xin shook his head vigorously.

Anser almost couldn't hold back his laughter again: "But you look confident."

"Because it was you who said it, Mr. Devil, just give the answer, whether it's right or wrong." Xin said as if it was a matter of course, "I've already given the answer."

He looks like an interesting kid who scribbled on the test paper and then said "I don't know" with confidence after finishing it.

"But you also know that this is wrong, and you feel that you are not suitable for thinking about these things, right?"