The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ming Fuluo snorted coldly and did not pursue the matter: "Go find that Elaluo, she will listen to you if you say so."

"If she is truly a devout believer."

Xin answered in this way and looked at Ming Fuluo very directly. The latter was obviously used to it. Although her expression was unhappy, she didn't say much.

As expected... Although Miss Doll speaks viciously and looks cold, she is actually quite soft-hearted.

Xin tried strictly according to everything Anser taught her - to understand the source of Mingfuluo's arrogance, she needed to obtain a lot of information about her.

It would have been great if she could read minds, but without Anser present, it was difficult for Miss Doll's sin to fluctuate greatly. She was much more stable than Miss Wolf, so she could only use other methods. Although Anser did not teach her explicitly, Xin, who had seen how Anser controlled Marquis Jingfeng and Lian De, had figured out some things on her own.

If you can’t read someone’s mind, start with their personality.

Through the old priest, Xin completely confirmed that Miss Doll... was actually a very good person.

This is indeed the case. After all, apart from the sin of arrogance, his other sins can be said to be negligible. How can a person who almost never fluctuates be a bad person?

However, arrogance is the greatest and most unforgivable sin. Even if she only harbors this sin, Miss Doll's level of arrogance can be considered a heinous crime.

A person with a kind nature is so arrogant. In other words, Miss Doll's arrogance is not for doing evil, but for doing good things... Well, she has indeed been doing good things.

Being arrogant because of some good thing, what good thing can make people so arrogant?

Xin felt that he was getting closer to the truth, but he also felt a little regretful that he couldn't hear Ming Furo's inner voice, otherwise, his efficiency would be much higher.

Just as she was thinking this, Ming Fuluo suddenly spoke:

"Your Excellency the Saint, your power is aimed at the realm of the soul, right?"

"Yes." Xin answered honestly, "That's all I know."

"In that case, I think there is no need for the so-called inquiry. That Elalo may not tell us the truth."

Ming Fuluo stared at Xin and said indifferently:

"You read directly into her mind, memory, heart, and soul."

"……what?"

Xin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head vigorously: "No, I can't do this."

A hint of vigilance flashed across Ming Fuluo's purple eyes behind her lenses: "Why not."

"Because human thoughts are independent and are gifts from God, I can only listen to the voices of sinners when their emotions are greatly fluctuating due to their sins, because at this time they often commit crimes or deepen their sins. Otherwise, reading the voices of others without authorization is a blasphemy against God."

Xin told Ming Fuluo about his mind-reading ability and limitations without any concealment, so simply that she wondered if it was all a disguise on Xin's part.

Because the old priest...

How did she know that she came to Donggang to prepare for war? How many people in this world knew that the revolutionary army was going to launch a surprise attack on Donggang?

She actually wants to learn Anser's method... to plot against me?

After receiving unparalleled motivation from Ansher, Ming Fuluo, who had never been so sharp and sober, sneered in her heart.

Worship Anser as your god for a few years first, then try again.

*

"twilight?"

In the warm and simple room, Mu, who had been negotiating with Anser in Donggang not long ago, was sitting by the fireplace, holding a cup of coffee and taking a sip.

The person opposite him asked lazily, "How did the talk with our Regent Prince go?"

"It's good... but not that good - how on earth did you get into drinking this stuff?"

Mu reluctantly put the coffee on the small tea table beside him: "After so many years, the taste has become so strange."

"I can be considered an Imperial, so is it strange that I like to drink this?" The man raised his eyebrows. "Okay, let's get down to business - what is very good and not so good?"

“In terms of the spread of the church, he not only agreed, but also strongly supported it.”

Mu looked at the blazing fire with a complicated expression: "Besides, he also hopes that we can end this war faster."

The white-robed bishop, whose eyes reflected the firelight, was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "Ji, we really have to--"

The man he called Ji raised his hand and said, "I know what you are going to say. Don't think too much. At this point, enough people have died in this war. Does it make any difference if it ends a day earlier or a day later?"

Mu didn't say anything, but his expression showed the torment.

Ji shook his head and took a sip of coffee: "How can you empathize with that venomous snake? You clearly know how cruel and cold he is, but you believe more than any of us that he can manage the world."

"That's not cruelty or coldness, but courage and determination." Mu crossed his fingers and said solemnly, "Just like our forerunners."

"If you insist on elevating him to this level... I have nothing to say." Ji shrugged, "Anyway, we do intend to leave the position of the king of the world to him."

He also put the coffee aside, his tone still leisurely: "Since he supports us so much, it means that he has good intentions towards us because of political needs. This is indeed good... Then, what is wrong with it?"

"...He seems to understand us better than we expected."

"Hydra, these monsters have been passed down for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years."

Ji said nonchalantly: "We have no way of knowing which of his ancestors secretly came here. So... you know more about it, which aspect?"

He leaned forward slightly, and after this action, his expression became extremely solemn.

"About... Heaven?"

"I'm not sure, but about the Saint..."

Mu recalled Anser's meaningful expression and slowly exhaled:

"Not only does he have plans for the Saint, he may even know... the truth about the Saint."

Chapter 42: No one knows better than me, Anser - Part 1

On the way to meet Miss Elalo, Ming Furo kept thinking about why Xin could become a hero.

Sitana pursues the simplest justice and good and evil. She seeks to change the world and open up the possibility of the future. Although Xin's mind is full of God now, given that they both had their own flaws before they grew up... Xin's ridiculous belief is probably one of her flaws.

Even so, Ming Fuluo didn't find any shining points in Xin.

If we throw away our faith, wouldn't this guy just be an empty shell?

Can such a person become a hero?

The scholar lady had a subtle feeling of displeasure, as if "how could she be compared with me?"

"Your Excellency, have you ever thought about what else you plan to do besides your mission from God?"

Although she didn't have much hope, Ming Fuluo still asked this question.

Xin tilted his head. "Anything else? Something other than the mission?"

"There's none?"

"No."

Ming Fuluo resisted the urge to speak venomously and said reluctantly, "Why don't you consider doing it?"

Xin wanted to get her information, and she certainly wanted to get Xin's information.

However, compared to Xin's poor imitation of Ansher, Ming Furo's side was much easier, because most of the time, this Saint Lady would not lie, so she just had to ask directly.

Faced with Ming Fuluo's question, Xin seemed a little confused: "Why should I consider doing something else?"

"You mean..." Ming Fuluo's eyes twitched, "The meaning of your life is to fulfill the so-called mission given by God?"

"Of course!"

Xin looked at Ming Fuluo in surprise, as if to say, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

...Sure enough, this woman is beyond saving.

Although she already had an idea in her mind, Ming Fuluo still felt complicated after confirming it again.

She always felt that Xin's situation was somewhat similar to her past self, both of them were willing to do anything to pursue their heart's desire, as if they were possessed by a demon, but in fact the difference between the two was too great.

Xin is far purer than her, much purer. Conversely, the depth to which she has been "shaped" is many times greater than her own.

But the strange thing is...if the Holy Church only needs a tool named the Saint, then why doesn't it pay attention to cultivating the Saint's sense of belonging to the church?

The confusing road ahead did not make Ming Fuluo feel irritated. After all, for her, the harder the mystery was to solve, the closer she was to the answer.

Ming Furo, who was now walking on the street with her slender body of 1.8 meters, pushed up her glasses, recorded all her logical structures and inferences into the data system, referred to the current intelligence, and slowly reversed and reviewed the new things she had just obtained.

Ordinary priests and believers love the Saint, but the Saint has no feelings about it, and has no sense of belonging to the church. The bishop, who is a high-ranking figure in the church, also seems to keep his distance from the Saint...

The core of the problem should be here, the sense of disharmony between the church and the saint.

As long as I can understand this problem, I should be able to help Anser... Hmm, found it?

Ming Fuluo temporarily stopped analyzing the current situation because she had found the location of Miss Elalo, about two kilometers away from her, and she was...

Seeing what the second young lady of the Triumph Family was doing, Ming Furo narrowed her eyes slightly. Her body instantly turned into iron-gray particles. When she condensed again, she appeared on the roof of a half-destroyed house.

"That's amazing, Miss Doll."

Xin exclaimed as he watched Ming Fuluo reconstruct her form from a tiny particle in an instant, "It's a spell I can't learn at all."

"You are the least qualified to say such things." Ming Furo looked expressionlessly at Xin, who was even more elusive than her, and then cast her gaze towards the charred and broken streets below.

It seemed that a great war had just taken place here. The young masters and young ladies fighting for the family inheritance were tearing each other apart like wild dogs, fighting each other for that power. As for the price... no matter how much, no matter what the price was, they didn't take it seriously.

Xitana would be outraged at this sheer evil, while Mingfulo would feel even more pathetic for this meaningless fight.

Even without the emperor's eternal oppression, if this kind of foolish struggle continues over and over again, how can the world move towards a new future?

"Except Anser... no one can see the more distant future."

Xin was stunned when she heard the whisper. Staring at Ming Furo's profile, she felt a sense of melancholy and at the same time a sense of relief.

A more distant vision? What is a more distant vision?

Xin was a little confused and felt that Miss Doll and Mr. Devil were really alike and always liked to say things that others could not understand.

Sentimentality was not Ming Fuluo's style, and it was enough to express her feelings occasionally. The scholar turned her attention back to what she should do, staring at the simply dressed woman who was distributing relief food in front of an apartment at the end of the dilapidated street.

"Although I can't see the inner voice directly." Ming Fuluo turned her head and looked at Xin, "But the sins should be clear to you."

"Yes. What does Miss Doll want me to do?"

Xin said lightly.

Ming Fuluo pointed at the woman distributing relief food and said, "The woman distributing relief food on the street is Elallo Triumph. Can you see what kind of sin she is carrying now? How serious is it?"

"Oh, let me see..."

At the same time Xin said this, Ming Furo also instantly used all the detection spells she could master, and tried her best to use them to the limit by extracting all the elements related to [Analysis] from Ansir.

Even the extraordinary people could not react to it. In a moment within a moment, in an instant within an instant, Ming Furo was extremely lucky to catch a trace of Xin's fluctuation.

Although it was extremely subtle, Ming Furo saw that for a moment, the ether and the soul... had extremely similar and almost matching fluctuations.

"Look carefully, Miss Elalo's sin of greed is very serious."

While Ming Fuluo was in a brief shock, Xin had completed her observations and reported very seriously.

There was no unnatural expression on Ming Fuluo's face, but her perception at that moment really shocked her, even though she had seen knowledge about the other world.

The wavelength of Xin's soul and the ether wave are so similar that at that moment they are almost indistinguishable from each other, giving people a bizarre feeling that her soul is the ether and her ether is her soul.

Fortunately, it is just similar. If they are really exactly the same, then the existence of this Saint Lady will probably subvert the entire supernatural field. Countless theories and countless paths will have to be overturned and started over again.

Ming Fuluo quickly recovered from the shock. Although this information was important, now was not the time to analyze it.

"greedy……"

She turned her attention back to Elallo Triumph: "As expected, nobles can't escape this sin?"

"Hmm... Greed is indeed a more common sin." Xin nodded in approval, "But Miss Doll doesn't have that."

Ming Fuluo did not speak. After Elalo rescued all the victims of this unknown battle and turned to walk into the apartment, she suddenly said:

"Are you sure she will recognize you as a saint?"

"Why don't you recognize me?" Xin asked curiously, "Miss Elalo should be a devout believer. I can feel it."

Ming Fuluo glanced at Xin: "A devout believer can also be entangled in sin? It seems that she is not that devout."

How could a greedy noble be a devout believer? Ming Fuluo was the first to disbelieve it. She was distributing relief food as a good deed, but in Ming Fuluo's opinion, this woman's starting point was just to put on a clumsy disguise - and she had seen better and more perfect disguises on Anser countless times. This kind of disguise was really... not up to standard.

"Why does Miss Doll think that sin has anything to do with piety?"

Xin's expression became a little more serious. Obviously, anything involving the god she believed in - even if it was just a question of whether a believer's faith was devout, she would immediately become extremely serious: "Sin itself -"