The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Lian De smiled very humbly, but he had another thought in his mind.

I see... It's not just because of the abnormal delusion that Ella showed. Lord Anser, is he still considering Zeger to some extent?

Or did Ella use this method to win over... No, since she already had that kind of delusion, it was impossible for her to deliberately win over Zeger.

Lian De dispelled his doubts. Seeing Ming Fuluo becoming increasingly impatient, he tactfully lowered his head and said, "It is a great honor for me to have such a short chat with you. I will not disturb you and Miss Zeger any more, Your Highness the Regent."

Anser nodded slightly: "Goodbye then, Ms. Lian De."

Lian De kept her head down, preparing to step away from Anser, and just at this moment, she heard Anser's sigh again.

"The more I watch, the more incredible it becomes... How on earth did she do it?"

Lian De's heart skipped a beat and he slowed down his pace of leaving.

"It's just restoring order. Isn't it easy for you?"

"That's for me, A'lo. Do you think Miss A'lo is me?"

"Huh, I know you're awesome."

The very natural conversation between Ansel and Ming Furo continued to magnify Lian De's discomfort with the current order.

Yes... No matter how capable Ella is, how could she restore the order of Triumph Port City to a level that would amaze even His Highness Ansher in such a short time? This... is simply impossible.

This "ability" was the direct reason why Elalo asked Ansel to decide her as the controller of East Port, but Lian De couldn't understand. He had known Elalo for so many years, how could her ability have quietly... reached this level?

Not wanting to be noticed, Lian De quickened his pace and left, but still heard the conversation between Mr. Devil and Miss Monster.

"Speaking of which, why are there so many churches in this Kaixuan Port City?"

"This is related to the history of the Kaixuan family, and the Church of the Holy Alliance is indeed quite capable in calming and gathering people's hearts... Why are you curious about the church, Luo?"

"The last time I saw their divine arts, they were completely out of touch with the empire's extraordinary system..."

Lian De could no longer hear the conversation between Ansel and Ming Furo, but those fragmented key words kept haunting her thoughts and could not be shaken off.

The church, human heart, divine arts...

She couldn't help but think of Ella Luo's strong resistance to investigating the church.

“…Impossible.”

Liande Deep Blue whispered to herself: "How could Ella be..."

hum-

The communication magic crystal in his coat pocket vibrated. Lian De slowly exhaled, loosened his clenched fist, and injected ether into the magic crystal. His voice was cold and majestic: "What's the matter?"

The voice of Lian De's trusted butler came from the communication magic crystal: "Master, there is a... remarkable guest looking for you."

"Who is this extraordinary guest?"

"...Susilen."

Lian De paused, and even the wild thoughts in his mind disappeared.

"Who are you talking about?" Her tone subconsciously rose a lot.

"Susilun, Susilun Feasting Flame."

Chapter 5: Big Sister is Always Big Sister (K)

Elalo finally became the leader of East Port.

The letter containing Anser's recognition and trust meant that she no longer had room for refusal. Although no one would know on the surface that this inconspicuous woman would control East Port, from now on, all affairs of East Port would revolve around Ellalo.

Ming Fuluo was very happy about this. Although she knew that Ansel must have other purposes in deliberately designing this matter, it did not prevent her big boy from indirectly helping a lot.

The scholar lady really did not have the time or energy to argue with this group of nobles. Lian De, who was supposed to be honest and obedient, went against her for some reason. So she replaced him with the sensible Ella Luo, who was nice to everyone.

Well, maybe just not good for that stupid woman who thinks she is so righteous.

Thinking of this, Ming Fuluo felt even better.

"So happy."

Anser pushed the last document to his side, looked at the rare happy expression on Ming Fuluo's face, and said jokingly: "Does this count as letting you vent your anger?"

"Vent out your anger? Is that kind of woman worthy of making me angry?" The micro-devices condensed at Ming Fuluo's fingertips. "The first batch of defense weapons for the Tower of Babel has been completed and will be delivered to Donggang this afternoon. Although this Elalo has always felt strange after being redeemed by the Saint, he is much more obedient than before."

"At least, the ambition that shouldn't exist is gone."

"You didn't act like you weren't angry when you said those things to her face."

Ming Fuluo rolled her eyes at Anser: "That's to cooperate with you."

Although she didn't know why Anser was plotting to sow discord between Lian De and Elalo, it was easy for her to see the clues and cooperate.

"Don't you mean to disgust her at all?" Ansher smiled and leaned close to Ming Furo's face, his breath brushing against her soft cheek as he spoke.

Miss Scholar turned her head away: "...No."

Hydra sighed with some regret: "That's a pity. I thought I could take this opportunity to ask you for some reward, Luo."

I knew you would say something like that.

Since he let himself go too much last time playing in the sea, Miss Ming Furo does not plan to give Ansel any excuses to perform in the short term, so as not to affect the main business. So this time she is not being stubborn, it is understandable!

"Everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged. We are just waiting for Elalo to implement the things you designed one by one."

Anser, who knew exactly what Ming Fuluo was thinking, kneaded her pink earlobe and said with a stronger sense of teasing: "That means nothing will happen. Don't be too tense, Luo."

Of course Ming Furo knew that Ansel could guess what she was thinking, and she also knew that Ansel knew what she was thinking at the moment. In short... eh, they were indeed a rather corny couple.

Anser found that he liked teasing Ming Fuluo more and more. He always had a tough attitude when teasing her, but when she softened, the scholar lady became delicate and squeamish, which made him happy both physically and mentally. On the one hand, Xin was right about her, but on the other hand...

Ansel was slowly and tenderly caressing Ming Furo's white and tender little hands, narrowing his eyes slightly.

It really is... falling into depravity while being conscious.

The erosion of the abyss does not mean evil, but chaos.

Chaos means gradually losing the ability to control oneself and sinking into the most primitive desires and cravings.

Anser, who was convicted of the sin of lust by Xin, obviously had the worst self-control in this regard, and was gradually sinking into it at a speed visible to the naked eye. The most terrifying thing was that Anser was very clear that he was sliding in a direction that was difficult to control, but he still let it go.

This is the erosion of the abyss, the irresistible crushing of the origin of the world on its tiny components, and it is by no means a ridiculous thing that can be overcome by will.

Fortunately, Ansher still maintains the fifth-level standard. No matter how exaggerated the erosion is, it is not that serious... In theory, it should be like this.

But Anser couldn't be sure where fate would start with fewer and fewer cards. It was not impossible that something like "the effect of the abyss erosion would be doubled because the Qi Shou was too powerful" would happen.

The closer it is to the end, the more cautious one must be. Ansher never forgot from the beginning to the end that the reason he was able to reverse the situation to the current point was not because of his weak and incompetent fate, but because He always adhered to...reasonableness.

Therefore, regarding the erosion of the abyss, Anser always maintains a meaningless vigilance before the best solution is reached.

"You're right."

Ming Fuluo, who was resting in Anser's arms, suddenly opened her eyes: "In the construction of the defense system, only the supervision and implementation and final debugging are left. It's not time to rush now. We have to wait until Babel Tower completes all the three batches of weapons."

She turned her head and glanced at Anser: "So, I can finally focus on another important matter."

"Are you missing Her Majesty the Saint again?" Ansher raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It should be you who misses her, not me."

The scholar looked at her with some disdain: "You must be having a lot of fun training a woman who has a very despicable body but a clean and pure mind."

"That's Luo, you wronged me. I have always treated her well..."

Anser paused slightly. Although he was indeed not interested before, the situation changed after he saw Xin gradually develop irreversible doubts about his beliefs.

This naturally attracted Ming Furo's even more contemptuous gaze, but she didn't care what Anser was going to do to Xin.

Among the women around Anther, the only one who makes her feel uncomfortable or even threatened is Marina. Sitana can be considered a pet, and as for this saint... I guess she will be even lower than a pet in the end. After all, according to the current development, Anther seems to be heading towards completely ruining Xin.

Ming Furo did not think there was anything pitiful about this woman who arbitrarily controlled and played with souls in the name of God. Instead, she felt that Xin's power was really dangerous. If it fell into the hands of anyone, it would cause a terrible disaster. But in the hands of Anser, there was no risk at all.

Therefore, she also slightly restrained the contemptuous look that was originally intended to counter Anser's teasing, and thought seriously: "Since her faith has been sunk by you, she should now find a way to restore her faith. Otherwise, as a believer, it would be too ridiculous if she couldn't even understand why she believed in God."

"Are you going to find the bishop, or are you running back to the other side of the continent in shame? Do you want to use this opportunity to find another way to reach the Theocracy?"

"Why are you suddenly so distracted?" Anser couldn't help but touch her head, but she slapped him away in disgust. "Don't think too much, Luo, just do what you want to do. Paying too much attention to me will only backfire."

Ming Fuluo looked at Ansel carefully for a long time, and confirmed that he really had no intention of assigning her any task, and sighed helplessly.

She knew why Anser rarely revealed his plans. It was simply because she really could not fight against fate like Anser. Compared with knowing the specific plan and being disturbed by fate, the accidents caused by her subjective intention were obviously much smaller when Anser remotely controlled her without knowing the plan. This has always been the case since she has been with Anser.

Similarly, this feeling of frustration and powerlessness has always haunted Ming Furo and can never be shaken off.

Ming Fuluo, who is too rational, cannot be said to be very delicate and sensitive, but because of this, her emotions always fluctuate greatly on the rare things that make her irrational.

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo, who was nestled in his arms, for a long time. While gently stroking her blue-gray hair, he said nonchalantly, "Do you want to go to the street and take a look?"

"……Now?"

"You don't have anything to do anyway, do you?"

Facing Ming Fuluo's eyes that asked, "Are you planning to do something again?", Anser couldn't help but smile and said, "Just strolling around... I know you're not used to this, so how about we talk about something else?"

Ming Furo looked at Ansher for two seconds, making sure that there was no seemingly innocent color in his eyes. Then she nodded and jumped out of Ansher's arms.

Her figure instantly grew taller as the iron-gray particles dispersed and reorganized, reaching a height of about 1.78 meters, almost the same as Anser's current height.

The blue-gray hair behind the scholar's head automatically rolled up, changing from her usual high ponytail to a beautiful and dignified bun. Under the black woolen coat and the white sweater lining, she wore a slightly short pleated skirt and long boots over semi-transparent black stockings. This mature and intellectual outfit really made her look like an admirable big sister.

Thanks to a certain Hydra who was in urgent need of redemption for the sin of lust, Ming Furo was often forced to make some clothes for herself and Hitana to increase attack speed and critical strike in close combat, and occasionally she had to take care of Marina as well, so the speed at which her clothing was upgraded was jaw-dropping.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before... why are you still staring at it?"

Ming Fuluo, feeling a little uncomfortable with Ansel's scorching gaze, turned her head away, but still stretched out her hand to the big boy in front of her.

Well, there is still no improvement in Anser's defense.

Anser held the hand handed to him by the scholar sister, and the two of them appeared at the same time on the bustling streets of Triumph Port City.

Ming Fuluo's beauty takes on a different charm when set off by the mundane world.

Anser looked at it for a long time before looking away. He said in a light tone, "I just feel that, Luo, you seem to be doing better and better."

"Getting better? What's getting better?"

"Of course it's an agreement between us."

From now on, live for yourself.

Ming Fuluo touched her cheek and subconsciously looked down at her clothes. If it were her old self, she would never care about these things when going out with Ansel.

She stroked Anser's slender fingers, feeling the warmth from his skin, and her voice softened unconsciously: "I'm not someone who doesn't keep my word."

"That's what you said, but Luo, besides spending time in the workshop, you just stay with me. Is that enough?"

Anser looked at Ming Fuluo's cold and elegant profile, which was full of intellectual beauty. "Don't you plan to do something else?"

"Those kinds of things, wait until you win, Anser, before you think about them."

The woman lifted the hair from her ears. Ming Fuluo also turned her head and looked at Anser. Her gorgeous purple eyes showed no trace of evasion or shyness. She said calmly:

"For me now, my ideal and Anser are everything. I don't need anything else."

That kind of rationality without any unnecessary emotions makes her words countless times more beautiful than the so-called love words.

"And in the end... it's the same thing. You promised me that you would go with me to see a future with possibilities again, didn't you?"

Ming Furo smiled faintly and held Anser's hand a little tighter, as if she wouldn't allow Anser to let go.

"Really... You're the future hero, Luo."

Anser sighed: "Is it appropriate to be willingly tied to the devil like this?"

Ming Fuluo raised the Ouroboros bracelet and the Abyss Head ring on her hand: "But I have no choice since I was deceived by the devil."

"It's obvious that you are the one who schemed against me." Anser symbolically pulled the bracelet on his wrist, "This decoration is a bit too abrupt on me."

The scholar sister narrowed her eyes slightly: "The ring you put on me is also quite tasteless."

"Really?" Anser tilted his head. "Since you're not satisfied with either of you, why don't you take them off together?"

He shook his wrist, his eyes showing a hint of provocation.

When he was in the imperial capital, Hydra, who was still a little devil, liked to go against the stubborn Ming Furo in this way.

Ming Fuluo sneered: "Pick it if you want. Whoever doesn't pick it is Xitana."

"You'll make Xi'er angry with what you said, Luo."