The villain's way to tame the protagonist

At least he can communicate normally, and his behavior can be inferred through logic. As long as he can communicate normally, instead of just leaving them alone and then suddenly getting the urge to kill them all, that is enough for the church.

"The gospel of God will spread throughout the empire. Please believe me and the other bishops."

When Mu Zaixin was present, Anser found it a little funny to say "Please believe in our brainwashing ability and value". It must be said that this bishop is really a master of rhetoric. Although his life was spared because of his character in the maze, now it seems that even if his character is not taken into consideration, keeping him was a very correct choice.

Without him to establish contact with the Holy Church, there would be a lot more trouble.

If he fails to lure Xin over as soon as possible, he will have to make a lot of adjustments to his layout.

"Well... judging from the situation in the North, Bishop Mu is indeed doing a good job."

Anser nodded in approval: "I heard that nearly one-tenth of the civilians in the North have received protection from the church. This is a great achievement."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Mu's expression fluctuated for a moment. It was not a disguise as he had done during the previous conversation, but he really could not control his emotions for a moment.

"We... should have saved more innocent people from war and slaughter."

He sighed softly: "But there are limits to what we can do."

The compassion shown by the White Robe Bishop at this moment was indeed not false, which was also the reason why Anser spared his life at that time. Mu did have the virtue of kindness, and in sharp contrast to that -

"You are wrong, Your Excellency." Xin, who had been keeping quiet, suddenly said, "We are saving civilians in order to maintain the Northland's Assistant. If we save too many people, it will actually damage the Assistant."

"..."

Mu was stunned for two seconds, then lowered his head and responded softly: "I'm sorry, Saint, I was tainted with unnecessary weakness."

"It doesn't matter, Bishop Mu, God won't blame you." Xin, who was indifferent to the lives of civilians, was very gentle at this moment. "It is precisely because everyone makes mistakes that we have to chase the glory sprinkled by God, isn't it?"

"...Yes, Saint."

It is really... ironic that a liar who regards the church as a tool of rule and doctrine as a means of rule and who has no faith at all has a truly compassionate heart; while the saint who has the most firm faith in the entire church and is extremely pure and true treats everything as worthless.

Anser found this irony very interesting, and the complex look that flashed across Mu's face made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

Compared to the clumsy temptation, the gap between the traitor and the fanatic made Anser more excited.

Especially considering that...he knew exactly the nature of both the traitor and the fanatic, this scene became even more ridiculous.

He did not express any opinion on the topic of "assistant manager". In Mu's eyes, he naturally regarded it as a complete brainwashing method and a way of ruling, and there was no need to delve into its meaning.

Not only was Anser not interested in this thing, but for some reason, he kept talking about the North.

"Although both the Grand Duke and the Revolutionary Army have basically maintained a certain bottom line, in fact, when the extraordinary people fight, that bottom line cannot protect any mortal. Although the church only protects one-tenth of the original population of the North, if these people were placed in the current North, the number should be quite considerable."

The all-knowing Regent Prince suddenly chuckled:

"The church has invested so much in the Northland, it's time for something in return, right?"

"I hope it will be as you said."

Mu actually lost his composure for a rare time. After Anser finished speaking, he couldn't hide the strangeness in his tone. Although it was only a fleeting moment, the loss of composure was real.

It was as if Anser's words... had touched upon some taboo that he should never have touched.

Anser seemed oblivious to this: "So, can the church continue to provide some assistance in this war?"

"Help..." Anser's words finally relaxed Mu's almost broken heartstrings a little bit. He came to his senses and immediately answered firmly, "The church... the assistant promised by God will certainly not allow the war spreading from the north to burn to other corners of the empire. At any time, the church is willing to contribute to ending this war."

The young Hydra smiled with satisfaction. "Isn't this great? There are the main forces of the church on the northern border, and a large number of priests will arrive in East Harbor soon. With your help, this war should be over soon."

"……Yes."

Mu took a deep breath and lowered his head slightly: "This is... our honor."

Xin on the side wanted to say something, but after hearing "the help of the church", his eyes suddenly flashed, and it was unknown what he was thinking of.

"Ah, there seems to be something going on with Miss Doll."

Xin, who had been listening quietly, said this without warning, then turned to watch Anser: "Mr. Devil, I'm going to find her."

"You are really busy. One moment you are looking for Xi'er, and the next moment you are looking for A'Luo... But speaking of it, this is really a wonderful spell."

After Xin left, Hydra looked at Mu with interest: "Even I can't figure out where the real body is, and I can't even be sure of the composition of this phantom... Whether it's the Water of Redemption or the Saint, the Church has gone a long way on the path of transcendence, Bishop Mu."

Before Mu could say anything, Anser murmured something that made him feel cold all over:

"More than eight hundred years...more than eight hundred years, what a familiar time."

He tapped his forehead lightly, frowned and thought: "I can't remember where the familiar feeling comes from for a while, but..."

"Eight hundred years of inheritance, but there are one hundred and twenty-seven generations of saints."

The devil smiled and looked at the white-robed bishop in front of him:

"The position of Saint is really easy to be eliminated, Your Excellency the Bishop."

*

Xin didn't know what Anser and Mu talked about after she left. She only knew that a request that Anser mentioned inadvertently gave her a lot of inspiration.

The power of the church.

Xin only knows how to use the power given by God for redemption or judgment, but when the situation becomes complicated and she cannot use this power, she seems to be stretched to the limit and even unable to move forward.

Whether it is the redemption of Miss Wolf, Miss Crow, Miss Doll, or the final big devil, Mr. Devil, when her power is restricted, she can often only watch stupidly and can do nothing.

Although she had initially learned how to use people's hearts under the guidance of Mr. Devil, the problem was... she also had to have something to use.

Mr. Devil can do this and that because he has a lot of helpers who can create all the necessary external conditions for him, but I don’t have them. I can only wait and look for opportunities.

But now it’s different, the power of the church... I can use the power of the church to proactively create opportunities.

Using the identity of a saint to control priests and even...believers.

...Hmm, it sounds a bit like those bishops who have gone astray.

No, that's not right. They are using their status to satisfy their selfish desires and are plagued by sin, but I am still fulfilling my duties as God. According to Mr. Devil, um... there is an essential difference.

The timing when Mr. Devil and Bishop Mu reached an agreement was perfect. I suddenly had a lot more helpers.

Oh, if Mr. Devil hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have known that I actually had so many helpers.

Mr. Devil is nice, it would be better if he wasn't so bad.

Chapter 40: Sinful Thorn and Forgiving Moon

Nearly one-third of the data coordination of all the cities in Donggang has been completed, the development of the Tower of Babel is also going smoothly, and the preparations for the war are on track. The only thing left is to find an executor who can carry it out on Ming Furo's behalf.

The lessons learned in the imperial capital made Ming Fuluo realize that she had been away from society for too long and was too far away from the people. Her understanding of society and human nature was too shallow, which made it even more difficult for her to put everything into practice.

Reality often runs counter to her vision. This is true in the imperial capital, and it is also true in Donggang where she has no roots at all. She needs an executor, an... honest and obedient executor.

The iron-gray particles dissipated with the wind and then condensed, appearing on a tall tower in the Triumph Port City.

"Grand Duke Triumph, the first Grand Duke to open up a route to another continent. The family has a history of 927 years. The last Grand Duke Triumph had three sons and four daughters... Have two of them died in the fight for the inheritance?"

This majestic city named "Triumph" seemed a little desolate. Ming Furo stood on a high place and looked down, and could even see several ruins in the upper city.

"Power... Humph. Fighting for that meaningless thing, snatching food from each other like wild dogs, can you still call yourself aristocrat?"

Ming Furo snorted coldly, she raised her hand, and the iron-gray particles expanded instantly, making her petite figure suddenly grow to about 1.8 meters in height, turning her into a real cold and beautiful beauty.

"Among the two boys and three girls left, the weakest one is... huh? Only twelve years old?"

Ming Fuluo, who had just collected complete information about the Triumph Family, frowned slightly. This situation was somewhat different from her plan.

Her idea was very simple. Anser was not the emperor. Since the establishment of that strange "Supervisory Bureau", Ming Furo realized that Anser would definitely hold everything in the empire firmly in his hands. In this case, it was only a matter of time before he would control Donggang.

Since she wants to control, the weakest party is naturally the most suitable to be controlled. Considering Anther's lethality to women, Ming Furo plans to find the weakest female heir and support her in the name of Anther. No matter how you think about it, the other party should have no reason to refuse.

But twelve years old... it's somewhat inappropriate to push a child into the fire.

"It's not impossible to exclude the possibility of her being obsessed with Anser... or should we go to Dream Harbor City first?"

The Deep Blue Family has risen in power in the past two hundred years and replaced the Triumph Family's dominant position in Donggang. Although Ming Furo wants to find a weak family, she doesn't want to look for the one that is at the bottom in terms of overall situation. If conditions permit, she still wants to start with the Triumph Family.

And judging from the intelligence she has collected now, the situation with the Dream Family seems to have been settled, while the infighting in the Triumph Family has not only not stopped, but has intensified, making it more suitable for her to intervene.

"Think about it carefully... If it was the Black Glove, Anser should have higher requirements for ability. After all, for him, there is no difference in the difficulty of control."

"The same goes for Miss Doll."

The sudden sound in her ears made Ming Furo's body stiffen. The next second, a beam of light immediately hit her side, but it disappeared straight into the sky without hitting anything.

"I should have told you, Your Excellency the Saint."

In the green smoke escaping from the muzzle of the floating cannon, Ming Fuluo slowly turned her head and said word by word: "Don't follow me quietly."

"Didn't I just speak?" Xin looked at Ming Fuluo innocently. "I just came over and spoke after hearing what you said, Miss Doll."

"..."

It appeared in an instant, without the slightest ether fluctuation, without any trace of breath. It was really... unbelievable.

Ming Furo's fear of Xin did not diminish because Anser was going to attack her. On the contrary, because this woman's surrender was so important to Anser, the scholar's vigilance and alertness towards her had reached the limit.

She was sensing her surroundings almost all the time, but still couldn't catch any trace of Xin.

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo waved her hand to disperse the floating cannon, frowned and asked: "What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

"Just now?" Xin tilted his head. "'The same goes for Miss Doll', is that the sentence?"

"What you just said means that it is not difficult for me to control these people."

After transforming into an older sister, Ming Furo's appearance also changed a little. Her eyes became much bigger, but the corners of her eyes became narrower, making her more charming and more stern.

When he narrowed his eyes slightly, that undisguised, condescending scrutiny did not make people feel unpleasant, but rather awe-inspiring.

"How long have we known each other? Do you know me well?" Ming Fuluo asked coldly, "You don't look like the kind of person who would look up my information or analyze my personality... Where do you get your understanding of me from?"

Whether Xin can read minds is a very important matter. Anser trusts her ability and puts the right of judgment in her hands, so she will never let Anser down.

This series of questions, which were not very long, made Miss Xin stunned for about two seconds. When she understood Ming Fuluo's meaning, she slowly said, "Because I can see the sin of Miss Doll."

"My sin has nothing to do with this."

"Because Miss Doll's sin is arrogance." Xin answered with certainty, "You are so arrogant that you certainly don't take anyone else seriously except yourself, oh... except you and Mr. Devil."

"So you definitely won't think that controlling... Did Miss Puppet just say controlling? It should be... Arrogant Miss Puppet, you won't think it's difficult to control these people."

Her holy blue eyes were so clear and bright that they seemed to be able to reflect the heart of the person looking at her.

"I--"

Ming Fuluo wanted to say that arrogance and lack of self-awareness are two different things. She knew very well that she was not good at doing this kind of thing, but...

But the fact does not seem to be so. She seems to have agreed... It is easy for her to control Donggang.

...But there's nothing wrong with admitting this.

The strange look on the scholar's face did not last long and soon disappeared. For her, being labeled as "arrogant" was not an unpleasant thing, and controlling Donggang was indeed not difficult.

It’s not that she couldn’t make Lian De surrender, she was just too lazy to pay attention to that idiotic woman.

Ming Fuluo calmed down and glanced at Xin: "If you suddenly appear again just to criticize me, then I don't welcome you, Your Excellency the Saint."

"Of course not, because Mr. Devil is talking to Bishop Mu, and Miss Wild Wolf has nothing to do, so of course I can only come to you, Miss Puppet."

"...Do you really have to go around in circles among us?" Ming Fuluo did not hide the unhappiness in her tone at all, "This is very annoying."

"If Miss Doll doesn't want me to stay with you, then I will leave. I promised you."

Xin's thorny white robe fluttered gently in the wind, and at the same time it clung even tighter to her skin. She indeed had a kind of magic that was hard to describe in words... It was not the kind of temptation and devilishness that made people obsessed and intoxicated, but the holiness and divinity that made it difficult for people to have any charming thoughts.

The way she spoke in a gentle and soft voice really made it difficult for people to harbor any hostility. Even Ming Furo now had no hostility towards her, and her bad feelings towards her had been eliminated.

"But, I want to help Miss Doll."

She looked at Ming Fuluo with great sincerity; her eyes were so genuine that there was no trace of lying.

Of course Ming Fuluo would not think that Xin was lying. She would only think that there was something wrong with this woman's brain again.

"You... help me?" Ming Fuluo pulled the corner of her mouth, "Why do you help me? What ability do you have to help me?"

Miss Doll's arrogance is really serious... No matter how bad Miss Wolf's temper is, she is usually very gentle.

"Because I want to redeem Miss Doll's sins, so of course I have to help Miss Doll."

Xin answered as if it was a matter of course.

After hearing this answer, Ming Fuluo became alert instantly: "Is there any connection between the two? What are you going to do with this opportunity?"

Ah, discovered.