The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"..."

Mr. Devil is terrible.

Looking at Lily's helpless look, Xin thought so.

She could even imagine the evil pleasure hidden behind this false face. Ansel certainly had no thoughts about this little nun. Mr. Devil was just trying to amuse himself during this boring time.

She couldn't hear Ansher's inner voice, but she could see the breath of the abyss entangled with the devil, and every day... it was getting stronger than the day before.

So Xin knew that he was the one who was more right than anyone else, and Mr. Devil needed to be saved immediately.

"Mr. Hercules!"

Lulis's voice came from a distance, startling the stunned Lily. She immediately let go of Anser's hand and apologized in panic: "Hai, Mr. Hercules... I didn't mean to make you remember those bad things, I'm sorry!"

The girl looked at Anser with guilt and nervousness, then looked at Lulis who was walking towards her, and finally ran hurriedly into her own hut.

"It seems that Mr. Hercules is also a romantic young man."

Anser took a sip of the reheated tea and heard Lulis's joke.

"I don't have the courage to offend the nun." Compared to the naturalness when chatting with Lily, Mr. Hercules was much more indifferent when facing Lulis, and he didn't even look at the other party. "If I am thrown out of the shelter, I can only hope to meet your saint again."

Lulis was obviously not a very smooth and mercenary person. A little embarrassment appeared on his face. After a few seconds, he forced a smile and said, "That's not the case. The church prohibits unclean and obscene behavior, but it also does not prohibit free love."

"What kind of person would think about love at a time like this, Father Lulis?"

The boy sighed, "Let's be clear - do you really need me? Or do you want to use me for some experiment?"

"This... Why do you think so? We are here for——"

"So you want me to bring hope and courage to the people in this shelter?" Anser stood up slowly, the anger in his eyes difficult to suppress, "and then you leave me here for two days without paying any attention?!"

This questioning was undoubtedly reckless and unwise, but Lulis saw from this recklessness the anger and resistance of an upright person who could no longer endure after being treated coldly and oppressed.

Rogge...what on earth makes you doubt such a brave and upright man?

"Mr. Hercules, please listen to my explanation. We...at least I really don't have any intention of ignoring you."

Lulis explained with effort and shame: "We...we are waiting for an opportunity for you to cheer up the people in the shelter. It's coming soon, and I'm here to inform you now."

"……Chance?"

The young and energetic Mr. Hercules restrained his resentment a little bit: "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, please follow me and I'll explain it to you on the way."

Lulis took Anser to the entrance of the shelter. Along the way, almost no one stayed outside the house. The civilians in the shelter were either in the church to gain faith to increase their hope of survival, or they were struggling to survive in the simple huts, suffering in the cold wind that no one knew when it would end.

"This shelter was established not long after the Northern War began. At that time, the snowstorms were not as terrible as they are now. The original purpose of establishing the shelter was to protect the innocent people caught up in the war."

"…Gray Tower, Iron Blade, Revolutionary Army."

"Yes." Lulis looked at the small houses that were packed together like a prison in order to provide maximum space with a complicated expression. "The flames of war spread all over the North. Even if it was just the most ordinary battle between Grand Dukes and Grand Dukes, the Revolutionary Army and Grand Dukes, and the Extraordinary, it would be unbearable oppression and destruction for ordinary people."

"Priests Sekton and Mura built this shelter during the war and housed 15,000 civilians within a month."

"I thought this shelter was established by you and that Roger." Mr. Hercules asked at the right time.

Lulis smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How is it possible? How can we protect more than 20,000 people and provide such a stable environment and the necessary living supplies? Brothers Sekton and Mura are both fourth-level extraordinary people, so they can protect these civilians."

Anser paused and looked suspiciously at the church standing in the center of the sanctuary in the distance: "Then why have I never seen them?"

"..."

The expression on Lulis's face froze. He opened his mouth with difficulty but couldn't say anything.

But someone said for him:

"Priest Sexton is dead, and Priest Mura is seriously injured. He is receiving treatment somewhere in the shelter, while the mercy curtain is maintained 24 hours a day."

Rogge's figure appeared behind the two men. He looked expressionlessly at Anser and Lulis who turned their heads at the same time and said, "Are you satisfied? If you are, then hurry up. The big guy is coming."

"Rogge? Why are you…"

"Because you are too slow." Rogge frowned, then glanced at Anser who looked indifferent, "If you have anything to say, wait until it's over."

"I am not your subordinate, and I don't think Reverend Lulis is either."

The upright Mr. Hercules confronted him directly: "Who are you showing off to with this condescending attitude?"

Rogge's frown deepened, and Lulis, who had reacted, hurriedly began to smooth things over: "Mr. Hercules, Rogge's character is just so bad, and he doesn't mean to target anyone... And Rogge, I have emphasized to you many times that we can't be so rude to Mr. Hercules! He is willing to return from the safe border to the dangerous snowstorm. Just for this courage, we must respect him."

Rogge looked at Anser for a while, and seemed to think that there was no need to argue with ordinary people, so he walked directly to the gate in the distance. Lulis could only continue to explain to Anser helplessly: "Mr. Hercules, please believe me, we are really not..."

"What exactly do you need me to do?" Anser interrupted Lulis. "Just like what the priest Roger said, we can talk about the rest later."

"……ok, I get it."

Lulis sighed, then his expression became serious and he said solemnly:

"Mr. Hercules, we need you to... be a hero."

*

On the city wall, Mr. Hercules, an ordinary person, was holding a fine steel sword that was too heavy for him, with a very bad expression on his face.

"So, this is your plan?"

He looked at the gray world with a gloomy face, and said word by word: "You want an ordinary person like me to kill a crazy ether monster?"

Rogge, who was like a statue, ignored him and made no move. Lulis immediately explained, "We won't let you face it alone... We will severely damage it until it poses no threat. You will make the final blow. Rogge and I will cast some magic spells on you and ensure your safety at all times."

"Everyone in the shelter will see you slaying monsters. At that time, you can say some encouraging words in the name of the Saint. In this way, everyone in the shelter will regain hope."

From the beginning of the Northern War to the endless blizzards today, the civilians living in this shelter have accumulated too much fatigue and suffering. As the supply of daily necessities gradually decreases, the atmosphere of despair has enveloped them like a never-ending blizzard.

As Lulis had said before, a speech could not break through the shadows and clouds of despair.

They need a hero, a hero who can bring new hope and save them from this isolated island, this hell.

Looking at Anser, who subconsciously clenched his sword with a serious expression, Lulis took a deep breath, knelt on one knee towards Anser, and bowed his head deeply:

"I know that no matter what we promise, this plan is still extremely dangerous for you who do not have extraordinary powers, but I hope... I sincerely hope that you can let the innocent people involved in this war and this natural disaster continue to persevere for tomorrow, until the clouds dissipate and dawn breaks."

After a long, long time, Lulis, who was holding his breath and waiting for Anser's response, heard these words:

"Don't be like last time. You can save someone from freezing to death, but it's not okay to have your head eaten off."

Lulis looked up in great surprise and saw Anser reaching out to him. The young man's smile was bright and courageous, just like the righteous man described in books and scriptures.

"Yes!"

The priest held Ansel's hand tightly and said resolutely: "I will never let you make any mistakes, Mr. Hercules!"

Roger, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke, but it had nothing to do with their topic.

"Here it comes, Lulis, follow the plan."

The cold and stern priest slowly pulled out a scimitar from the inside of his black robe. There seemed to be some emblem engraved in the center of the handle, but it was chiseled off.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Lulis also materialized a staff in his hand and said to Anser, "In order to alert everyone, there may be a lot of noise later, but please rest assured that the ether monster is just an ordinary third-level monster. Either Rogge or I can handle it without any injuries. There will be no accidents."

Mr. Hercules gripped his sword tightly, showing a bit of nervousness at the right time: "I also... have no problem."

The priest nodded and rushed into the snow with his black-robed colleagues.

Ten seconds later, a deafening roar came from the wind and snow. Anser, who was standing on the city wall, looked back and saw that some people had already timidly pushed open a crack in the door, or simply leaned out to observe the situation.

"It seems that the two priests are not very experienced in performing heroic plays. Are they making the villains stand out too strongly?"

Anser raised an eyebrow: "To make a hero appear so powerful...it seems that the situation of this shelter is much worse than I thought."

"Mr. Devil can clearly grasp the situation here in a moment, why doesn't he do it?" Xin asked softly.

"Do you know what a perfect performance requires?" The empire's most outstanding playwright looked at Miss Saint with a smile.

"...a rigorous script?"

"Do not."

The devil shook his head, with some real desire and passion burning in his eyes.

“It’s the actors’ total commitment.”

boom--!

Amid a deafening roar, a huge black shadow came flying at high speed through the wind and snow. Lulis and Rogge appeared first. They landed on the top of the city wall. Their scarred and bloody appearance made the frightened civilians scream in fear.

"Don't worry, it's all that beast's blood. We are not hurt at all, Mr. Hercules."

Lulis grinned: "It took a lot of effort to throw it under the city wall... Now it's up to you!"

He calmly tapped the ground with his staff, and the ether began to flow and wrap around Anser's body in a very strange way. Judging from the intensity, it was probably enough to temporarily elevate the physical fitness of an ordinary person to that of a second-level transcendent.

"It is only breathing its last breath, and the civilians in the city cannot see its miserable state."

Lulis took a deep breath and gave Anser an equally sincere and enthusiastic smile: "I will help you make a bigger noise, you're welcome."

"Go be a hero, Mr. Hercules!"

He gently pushed Anser on the shoulder, and the young man holding a long sword jumped down from the city wall.

In front of him was a giant ice scorpion. Just as Lulis had said, the monster was on its last breath. Its pincers and limbs were all cut off, even its teeth were smashed into pieces, and its shell was in tatters. Although it looked huge and terrifying, it did not pose any threat.

The righteous man recognized by the saint seemed to be a brave man chosen by fate. He jumped from an ordinary person who was powerless in this world to a hero who slayed monsters. There was a raging fire burning in the boy's eyes, which could even burn the snow and wind.

He raised the sword in his hand.

"..."

Rogge looked at Hercules who was walking towards the Ice Scorpion with his sword raised, and he was sure that he could not be a spy for the nobles.

A spy could not possibly possess such eyes, let alone a lackey serving a noble.

He stroked the hilt of the knife and secretly pointed the blade at the ice scorpion. Because of the black robe covering his face and his back to the civilians, no one saw his movements, but Lulis could see them.

The kind priest finally let out a sigh of relief. He chuckled jokingly and said, "Are you worried that something might happen to Mr. Hercules?"

"It's just to make the body look presentable, so that it looks like he chopped it into pieces." Roger said expressionlessly, "It always helps to be more careful."

"Okay, okay, then let me add more legendary color to Mr. Hercules, some holy light, and some hymns..."

These, of course, are not necessary.

Xin was standing behind Ansel. She looked at Ansel's back and thought about the boy's passionate and excited eyes just now. She only came back to her senses now.

For a moment, she really doubted whether Anser was really putting his whole heart into acting this scene, or... was this just an excuse?

Even if it's fake, even for just a moment.

Her Mr. Devil also wants to be a hero in the true sense of the word.

It was as if he had been momentarily weak for the salvation he could bring, and hoped that others could bring salvation to him.

...But it doesn't matter now. Whether it's true or false, Xin will help Anser.

This was a good opportunity. Mr. Devil was fair, and her help would definitely be rewarded. She would also be able to seize more initiative. In short, helping Anser had nothing to do with Anser's tone and expression at the time.

Mr. Devil, since you want to be a hero...then I will make you the greatest hero.

Therefore, there was no need for Lulis's crude and inferior disguise. Since she had promised Anther that she would face the fact that Hercules had indeed been recognized by the saint, then... she would make Anther the most dazzling and greatest person among the crowd.

Xin raised her hand, and the Endless Aether obeyed her command.

Lulis, who was about to cast a spell, felt something and suddenly trembled all over, while Rogge was so excited that his long sword made a sharp sound through the air.

——But it wasn’t because of Xin. The moment Xin condensed the ether, his movements froze.

The three of them looked deeper into the blizzard at the same time.

A monster is coming. No... that's not right. It's a natural disaster that is more terrible than war, blizzard, sword and everlasting frost!

The wind and snow froze for less than half a second, but even a mortal could feel that half a second.

Then... everything was going backwards!

Everyone saw this amazing spectacle - endless snow and wind were flowing back to somewhere outside the city wall, as if someone was controlling the truth of heaven and earth with extremely mysterious means.

But this is not the case. It is also very simple to move away. The atmosphere flows from high pressure to low pressure to form wind. The source of the wind flowing back is, of course, because the air pressure over there is lower. So why... would the air pressure over there drop to such a low level in an instant?

Because she clenched her five fingers into a fist.

"It was only half a second, but at least I did it."

A rebellious and crisp voice came against the wind: