The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser shook his head. He stared at the tea in the cup that was no longer steaming, and replied in a hoarse voice, "The firewood at home has burned out, and the food and water have been eaten up. Staying in the house or going out is the difference between dying in the house."

"And just when I was in despair..."

He suddenly looked up at the young priest, and the eager look in his eyes startled the other party:

"I saw... a moon surrounded by thorns!"

"Thorns...moon?"

"Yes, the moon. Such a bright and holy moon..."

The young man closed his eyes and murmured in ecstasy, as if there really was a pure and flawless thorny moon rising in front of him.

Ansher half-closed his eyes, he could feel that the breathing of a certain saint lady suddenly became heavier.

Too fake.

Xin's body is nothing but an empty thing she created herself. If it weren't for her contact with Anser, she wouldn't even have a so-called entity, wandering the earth like a ghost all day long.

This kind of breathing disorder caused by emotional fluctuations is impossible for her to happen. The same goes for the overreaction caused by Ansel's teasing just now.

But now Xin couldn't possibly be unaware that such a poor disguise could fool his eyes. With her abilities and the experience of being deceived by Ansel again and again in Donggang, she couldn't be stupid enough to think that such acting could fool Ansel.

Thinking further, I fell into a meaningless cycle - is Anser higher than Sin, or is he higher than Sin?

Compared to the saint, you are more suitable for playing with people's hearts, Miss Xin... You are really a born villain.

In the final analysis, it doesn’t matter what this feedback based on trivial matters hides. What matters is that it can make Anser fall into a long and meaningless cycle of suspicion.

It certainly doesn't make sense to leave it alone, but it's also impossible to make the right judgment without enough information. Thinking too deeply about it will only trap you and make you sink deeper into the quagmire.

It has to be said that the Saint Lady can bring new surprises to Ansher every minute and every second. The fact that she can so directly show that she has gotten rid of the pain that Ansher gave her shows that she is not afraid of Ansher knowing this.

She was no longer like a silly yet adorable little girl who always thought that her little tricks had fooled Ansher. Instead, she wanted to confront Ansher head-on...

It's a strange feeling that the little girl I raised has entered her rebellious phase in the blink of an eye.

The distressed Master Anser pretended to be intoxicated at this moment and revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

But this is good, very good. There really won't be any mediocrity among the heroes of the future. Rather than being a born villain, Xin is... an excellent unpolished gem that has yet to be polished.

Ansher didn't know why the church shaped Xin into such a perfect rough stone. From the information he knew, the church was almost transparent. He even knew the church's real conspiracy at the moment. However, the purpose of their "creating" the saint remained a mystery, because the original future was almost the same as the present - the church had not had time to make Xin make corresponding changes, and their saint was also intercepted.

A very good person can lead her to the path of saints, while a very evil person will tempt her to fall into the bottomless abyss.

As luck would have it, Anser and the brave gentleman are probably at the two ends of the scale. He will definitely shape Xin into his favorite and most perfect image, so any talent and progress shown by Xin will only make Anser happy.

After all, Xin's mind reading didn't work on her, and Xin didn't know the fundamental reason why Anser could definitely hold her firmly in his hands.

If she knew, she wouldn't have made such an attempt, after all...

Ansel had experienced this kind of intrigue and this existence that was above everything countless times. Compared to it... Xin's little tricks were really not worth mentioning.

Feeling the breathing beside him gradually steady, Ansel slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the priest in front of him, and was also looking forward to the next step of the Saint Lady, wondering what kind of surprise she would give him.

"Moon of Thorns... Oh my God, you, you met the Saint, sir! That's the Saint, our Saint!"

The priest finally came back to his senses from Ansel's praise. He was so excited that he stumbled over his words: "So that's how it is. It was the saint who protected you and helped you get out of the snowstorm! Wait, then you..."

His Adam's apple moved, and he asked tentatively: "Excuse me, did the Saint Lady... say anything to you? For example, asking you to give up some bad habits, or..."

"Bad habits?" Hydra, the ordinary young master who was saved by the Saint, was confused. "No, she just appeared in front of me, pointed me in a direction, told me to keep walking and I would be out of the blizzard, and then she disappeared."

The young priest's expression completely changed, becoming extremely terrified and reverent. He first turned his head tremblingly and bowed to the dilapidated Ouroboros statue at the end of the church. Then he turned back and bowed deeply to Anser:

"You are a righteous man who deserves to be saved by the Saint... Please forgive my negligence. If you need anything else, please let me know."

When he said this, his lips were trembling a little.

"Righteous...Righteous people? Your Excellency, what are you talking about?"

Anser looked at a loss: "I am extremely grateful for this cup of hot tea. Why do you feel that you are neglecting me?"

"Because this is the doctrine we should abide by. You were not redeemed by the Saint, and you have no sins that need to be cleansed, but you were saved by her. This means that you must be... ah, sorry, I'm too excited. If you are not interested in the church, you only need to know that anyone who deserves the Saint's unconditional salvation must be a great righteous person."

The young priest restrained the urge to serve Ansekop. The Holy Association Church seemed to do well in this regard. The believers did not have a strong desire for outward expansion. Instead, most of them were really looking inward for peace of mind.

The priest who met the "righteous man" obviously had some difficulty controlling his emotions. Although he restrained himself a little, he couldn't help but continue: "I have never met a righteous man. I only know that the Saint is God's messenger. No one in the Empire or the Church can see her. Only those who face her judgment or salvation will see a moon wrapped in thorns when the time comes. You are actually a righteous man recognized by the Saint. This is really, really..."

The priest suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in front of Ansel. He clenched his fists tightly and his face flushed slightly. It was unclear whether he was simply excited about seeing the legendary righteous man or because of something he thought of that made him so excited.

[Is there such a saying in the doctrine? Miss Saint]

When the young priest was silent, Anser chuckled and asked Xin: [People who can be saved without redemption are the so-called righteous people? ]

[There is no such doctrine, Mr. Devil]

Xin looked at the extremely excited priest indifferently, his cold tone without any fluctuation.

[Only those who have a sense of harmony can be saved. I, or any other saint, will not do a salvation that abandons salvation.]

Saving a life means nothing to Xin.

As she walked on this land, she had seen all kinds of good people die countless times, but she was always indifferent.

Only those who have a sense of harmony can be saved by her, so in a sense, Xin can only save the "evil people".

After all, good people don't need to be saved. Good people will always be good people most of the time. If they become bad people for some reason...

That doesn’t matter, because people who go from good to evil often have ulterior motives, and we can just redeem them when the time comes.

[Mr. Devil, the Associate is an existence beyond good and evil. We will not act from the standpoint of good and evil. Good and evil are just standards, human standards.]

So the young priest's words sounded not only nonsense to Xin, but also a blasphemy against the doctrine.

The assistant is the key to God's maintenance of the world, the core that maintains the balance of all things. How can it be determined by mere good and evil? How can it go beyond the judgment of this balance and think that saving lives is greater?

[Human standards? What about the world's standards? ]

【……What? 】

Xin's thoughts suddenly slowed down for a moment.

The world's standard...what does this mean?

Her Mr. Devil just said nonchalantly: [Since you said that the Assistant is the balance of the world, and good and evil are only the criteria for judging humans, then there should also be corresponding rules to maintain the balance of the world, or...]

After the Saint Lady's insignificant little attack, the cruel venomous snake bared its fangs at her with just a few words.

[The standard for judging and redeeming mankind is the standard of this world? Does this mean that the collective of mankind is equivalent to the world itself? ]

Hydra cast a look at the stunned saint, in return for her courage, the courage to confront the monsters of the abyss head-on.

[If everything about human beings represents the world in your teachings, then how can the so-called coordination transcend good and evil?]

[If not, why can't you tell me the standard for maintaining the balance of the world? ]

In the first half, Ansel wanted to destroy Xin's infinite awe of God and replace the real goal of this redemption in her mind. Now Xin wants to save Ansel, not to fulfill God's will, but because she wants to embrace such a fallen Mr. Devil in her arms from the bottom of her heart.

Even so, Xin still maintains her fanatical belief in God. Even though she feels that "superficial" faith is meaningless, God is still the core of her life.

But it doesn’t matter. Reverence is the biggest prerequisite for faith. Once it disappears, the tower of faith built on lies and illusions will only crumble and eventually fall apart.

But Anser will not wait for it to collapse on its own. He will summon storms and thunder above this tall tower.

He had prepared for the second half for so long and so much, and was so looking forward to what Xin would do next.

God, the world, and myself.

Go ahead and doubt it, Miss Saint. As you try to save me with such determination, go ahead and doubt everything that makes up your life.

Finally, see what you still have, what you still have, what you still can... hold on to.

"O righteous man, please forgive my intrusion again. I...I have something to ask of you."

"Please don't talk to me in that tone again."

Anser smiled helplessly: "If it is something I can help with, I will definitely try my best, Your Excellency."

The young priest's eyes showed a little more gratitude, but his humble attitude remained the same: "The church has been trying to save more innocent people trapped in the snowstorm in the north. We have established many safe zones and shelters, but you know, with such snowstorms and natural disasters, even if God brings them faith, it is difficult for us to protect their hearts in the day-to-day suffering."

He lowered his eyes and sighed sadly: "The physical cold and hunger can be relieved, but the spiritual despair is spreading every minute and every second... It has been too long, this blizzard has lasted too long, and more and more people have lost hope."

“We can block the wind and snow between heaven and earth, but we cannot stop the cold from spreading in the wasteland of our hearts.”

"…But now it's different."

The young priest suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of hope and expectation:

"You are the righteous man saved by the saint. If it is you... I think if it is you! You will definitely be able to bring them confidence and hope! Salvation will definitely come!"

"I……"

The young man was so praised but hesitated: "You mean, you want me to... go back to the blizzard in the north?"

The priest looked at his uneasy expression and revealed a bit of guilt: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yi... I can assure you that the church will pay great attention to you and will protect your safety, but I know that I have no right or qualification to ask you to take risks to save others."

"I still want you to do this, and I... believe you will do this!"

He gritted his teeth and said something that was tantamount to moral kidnapping. From his difficult tone, it can be seen that the priest also knew that he should not say such words.

But he probably really believed that those who could be saved by the saint were great righteous people, and those who could be saved by the saint would never leave so many innocent civilians to die, not from the cold, not from hunger, but from the desolation and despair of their souls.

"I didn't say no, I just wanted to ask how I can get back and get to those safe areas."

Facing the young priest's surprised eyes, Master Hydra showed a shy and innocent smile that a "righteous man" should have:

"Just consider it as a reward for the cup of hot tea you just gave me, priest."

"A cup of hot water is not worth your impressive greatness, sir...ah, I haven't even asked your name yet."

The priest slapped his forehead in annoyance. "Please forgive my rudeness. How should I address you, sir?"

Xin stood there motionless, as if he didn't care at all about Anser's current actions and the purpose of his actions. He was completely immersed in the question Anser had just asked.

God, man, world.

Mr. Devil seemed to ignore the Saint standing beside him. After pondering for a moment, he said with a smile:

"Call me... Hercules."

Chapter 117: The Not-So-Righteous Person

"Mr. Devil."

"Ok?"

"Shouldn't the most important thing for you be to resolve the snowstorm in the north?"

"of course."

"Then why are you pretending to be someone else and getting involved in church affairs now?"

Xin thought of many possibilities about how Anser could help Xitana.

Anser controlled everything in Donggang in secret and rarely showed up in person to promote the development of certain things, so no matter how Xin thought about it, he could not imagine that Anser would do something so... unlike him.

Even if he changed his appearance, it didn't count as hiding himself. Xin had learned enough lessons in Donggang.

So, why didn't Mr. Devil hide himself this time?

Although he only asked Anser what he wanted to do on the surface, in fact, Xin was thinking about this question.

Compared with the current purpose, Ansel's sudden change of style is more worthy of her attention.

"Doesn't that mean I think there's something wrong with the church?"

Anser smiled, that smile that seemed cunning yet natural, making Xin completely confused about what Anser was thinking. It also made it even more difficult for him to understand... why he could so easily play with people's hearts when he obviously couldn't read minds.

"Ms. Xin, I don't believe that everything the church does in the North is really for the benefit of the people of the Empire. It's that simple."

"...Mr. Devil is not someone who makes arbitrary judgments without considering the evidence."

Although Ansel said that the church had evil intentions, Xin seemed a little unhappy, but he did not say anything in this regard. Instead, he further asked the reason.

——Of course, she still didn't care about the answer, she just wanted to use this opportunity to get a glimpse of how Anser would solve the problems in the North.

"Reason? Isn't that obvious?"

Anser stared at the snow outside the window and said in a leisurely tone: "The core of the empire has always been located in Donggang. When did they have such a huge foundation in the bitter cold north to shelter hundreds of thousands or even more civilians in the empire?"

The devil shifted his gaze to the saint, and those deep ocean-blue eyes made Xin feel...swallowed.

Uncontrollably, immersed in Anser's words.

"Even I didn't expect the Eternal Flame Tower to weaken so quickly. How did they know for sure that... the North would be covered by an endless blizzard and prepare in advance?"