The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"As for you, you have nothing... wugu... there's no need... understand? Anyway... Anser is not interested in you."

Sitana tilted her head and stared at Xin, her cheek like a hamster, while she raised her index and middle fingers in an extremely provocative manner and pinched them twice.

Ansel, having me is enough for you. If you, a woman, really have no place to vent your anger, just curl up in the quilt.

Xin was completely indifferent, just staring at her expressionlessly, or was he staring at her puffy cheeks?

Then, she moved forward little by little.

"What are you going to do!"

Miss Wolf immediately began to protect her food fiercely: "Didn't Anser tell you to give up? You have nothing to do here!"

"My learning ability has always been strong." Miss Xin's gaze never wavered. "You can ask Mr. Devil."

"…What does this have to do with your ability to learn? And why are you like this? Did Ming Fuluo make you think Anser had some special fetish for this kind of figure?"

"You can't satisfy Mr. Devil."

Xin said word by word, "You also said that you have to be with Miss Doll, Miss Wild Wolf."

Xitana's eyes twitched, and she subconsciously showed a bit of guilt, because seeing Anser's full firepower tonight, she probably couldn't stand it, but...

"What about me?"

In the reflection of the flickering candlelight, slender, white arms wrapped around Ansel's neck like a snake, and the slightly hoarse, mature voice with an alluring tone echoed in the small room.

Sitana froze.

"I thought you would be more restrained, Marina." Ansel said lazily with his eyes half closed comfortably.

"I will not restrain myself when it is not necessary, Mr. Anser."

Marina hugged Ansel from behind, and her whole body seemed to be rubbed into Ansel's body.

Her gaze passed over Anser's shoulder, and the two women's gazes collided, as if to lower the temperature in the room a few degrees.

"Now, there's really nothing for you to do, Miss Xin."

The witch sucked Anser's earlobe lovingly, and her smile was full of soft enchantment and charm: "Don't disturb our game with Mr. Anser, okay?"

Xin could only look at Anser, as if he wanted to see even a trace of desire, attachment and longing.

But no, the evil Master Hydra was now immersed in the tenderness of the sisters and didn't even look at her.

Then Xin disappeared, and Xitana, who had been stiff, relaxed a little.

"Don't think too much, Sitana."

Marina's soft voice sounded: "The only thing we need to consider now is to make ourselves and Mr. Anser happy, right?"

"...Yeah, I, I know."

"Haha, good boy."

Although I didn't become a hero, spending a night in Anser was ten thousand times more wonderful than becoming a hero.

However, he didn't feel relieved until Xin left completely.

I never expected... Not only have my experience and abilities grown, but my state of mind has also collapsed faster than I expected?

The vigilance and alertness of Miss Saint must be further increased.

In fact, this counterattack can be regarded as a helpless move, because doing so will inevitably make Xin, who is already mentally unstable, even more radical and dangerous. However, it is acceptable to increase the risk a little instead of letting Xin realize that she has been able to seize control in this regard.

In this way, her jealousy should be even more terrible... It seems that we should make her less jealous and give Miss Saint more sweetness.

At this moment, the church is empty.

Xin, curled up in his seat, was shaking and gasping for breath.

She really had no sense of reality. The physical pleasure did not exist in her illusory body, but the joy running and filling her body was so intense that she could not be suppressed.

"Mr. Devil...Mr. Devil..."

In order to suppress your desire for me, you even resorted to using Miss Wild Wolf, who is so important to you, as a shield... Do you really want me and need me so much?

I know... I have always known it, it is indeed like this, the one you need... is me.

envy?

Xin didn't feel even the slightest bit of jealousy.

She was indulging herself in the happiness that had never appeared in her empty and illusory life.

Chapter 121: Fake

Although last night was very fulfilling and enjoyable, Anser still had to immerse himself in his role-playing when going out.

Mr. Hercules mustered up the courage to become a hero, but the limelight was stolen by a humanoid monster that appeared out of nowhere. Although he was not jealous, his feelings were definitely complicated, and he had to behave accordingly.

But no one came to find him at this time. Whether it was the refugees in the shelter or the church staff who maintained the shelter, they were all circling around the heroic lady who had fallen from the sky.

"So, that's pretty much what happened."

In the only room in the shelter that could be considered luxurious, Xitana lazily put her legs on the table and held the back of her head with both hands: "I was wondering why you didn't know anything. Didn't that guy called... Pa, oh, Padra, inform you?"

"I know Father Padella. He is a very rigorous and meticulous person. He should have reported it to the archbishop and priests first and is waiting for their decision... And you should know that the snowstorm in the north can actually be regarded as a riot in the ether, and communication is not that convenient..."

Lulis tried to keep a low profile and explained in a gentle voice: "I'm really sorry for not being able to entertain you the first time, Lord Lance."

"eventful……"

Xitana frowned slightly, but not because of what Lulis said about not entertaining her well, but because of what she said before.

"What do you mean by waiting for them to make a decision? If we keep waiting any longer, everyone will die. And that guy obviously wants to save people, so why do we have to wait for their decision now?"

"This……"

Lulis was hesitant for a moment, it seemed that the reason behind it was not suitable to be told to an outsider like Xitana.

He could only answer helplessly after a brief silence: "Please rest assured, the bishops and priests have always responded quickly. They must care about these innocent people, otherwise how could they allow us to build a shelter?"

Miss Wolf clicked her tongue. Her lack of manners and vulgarity were fully reflected in her. She slammed the table with the thick heel of her short boots, and her voice became much colder:

"I'm not interested in listening to the rules and nonsense of your church. I only have two requests. First, I acknowledge your merit in saving the civilians. Anser will definitely not be so stingy as to take even this little credit. But what happens after this has nothing to do with you."

The girl raised her chin slightly: "It was me, Anser, who rescued the civilians from the blizzard."

"I'm telling you this not because Anser will use this to promote how good he is... After all, he's already the best, and he doesn't need a little more good reputation."

The slowly narrowed dark red eyes were filled with a ferocious and ferocious aura that made people's hearts palpitate:

"I am warning you. Don't try to play any tricks, such as brainwashing them with some weird words and making them think that they can be saved because of your god."

"If I hear anyone thank your God before thanking Anser or me, even for one sentence—"

The wolf's hideous grin was engraved in the hearts of all the priests in the room. Its brutality almost turned into actual harm, just like the beast's sharp claws cutting into flesh.

"You also have to be mentally prepared, understand?"

Cruel, brutal, and completely unreasonable.

It was obviously the church that spent a lot of effort to save so many people, and they were the ones who tried their best to comfort the people during this difficult time and prevent them from having emotional breakdowns. But now, this monster in human skin comes up before them, saying that he will not take away their credit, but he won't allow them even a word of praise, a little gratitude, or an acknowledgment?

This kind of distressing oppression made the priests in the room speechless. Even Lulis, who had the best temper, remained silent for a long time. Finally, he nodded with great difficulty and said with a forced smile: "I think everyone should know who saved them. Lord Lance does not need to worry too much."

"Hmph, that's best."

The girl snorted softly and finally put down her legs that were on the table. Although the full and powerful lines of her legs wrapped in slim trousers were clearly revealed by this action, no one would even look at them for a second.

Fear and awe are enough to wipe out all unnecessary emotions in people's hearts. Once you have stood beside Sitana and experienced the strong wind created when she swings her fist, no one will ever regard this tall and slender girl as a "human being" again.

"Anything else you want to ask? If not, I'll leave and go take a look around your shelter."

Lulis and Rogge, who had remained silent, exchanged glances. After less than a second of hesitation, the priest gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Lord Lance, may I ask... the people who are assisting us, no, rescuing these northerners, are they assigned by His Royal Highness the Regent, or..."

"Anser? Anser is very busy. He has more important things to do. Besides, isn't the entire empire his subordinate?"

Xitana looked at Lulis in confusion: "Why are you asking this?"

"Because I think that if the person is appointed by His Royal Highness the Regent himself, then he must be trustworthy."

Lulis looked at Xitana with great sincerity.

"Yes." Miss Wolf pointed at herself, "Isn't that me?"

"..."

Lulis obviously had a lot to say, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He just felt that his thinking circuitry was not on the same level as the thinking circuitry of the Lord of Disaster in front of him.

"Oh...you're worried about the people who come to help?"

After watching Lulis hesitate for two or three seconds, Xitana also reacted and grinned:

"It's okay. I'm not worried either."

"..."

"Hey! What I meant is that I was worried about this matter, so I found someone who I was sure could help me."

"……who?"

"Who else could it be?" Xitana looked away, her tone becoming a little unnatural, "My sister."

Sister...Lulis certainly knew who Xitana's sister was.

Marina Lancemalos, the lord of shadows and crows, the controller of peeping and curse, the dark witch under Hydra's command.

No one knows how she went from being a village girl without any extraordinary talent to becoming Anser's right-hand man.

All we know is that the extremely insane and cruel act of sacrificing an entire city of extraordinary people and squeezing all living things into spiritual essence in the Western country is absolutely not something that a human being can do.

Among Anser's three current heads of state, Ming Furo is mostly respected and feared. Although she has a bad personality, she has always acted as a scholar, and the various innovations of the Tower of Babel are also visibly affecting the empire.

However, what Shetana received was extremely contradictory worship and fear. Those who worshipped her were impressed by her absolute persistence in distinguishing good from evil and her decisive violence, while those who feared her could not accept her overly lawless style of behavior.

Shitana Lancemalos is a violent person, but the only person who can restrain her indulges her unconditionally, which makes some people feel very scared... But at least before Shitana turned into a natural disaster in battle, there were still many people who liked her. As for when she went all out in battle, that's another story.

Even though Sitana had many admirers and even followers throughout the empire, Marina... was different, completely different.

Marina Lancemalos rarely appears in the public eye. In fact, most commoners and minor nobles may not even know of her existence. However, nobles or forces with a little bit of experience and background cannot ignore her.

All the Devouring Chiefs of Hydra are extremely dangerous. The special selection criteria of the Devouring Chiefs and the erosion of the abyss they have to endure essentially determine that their minds are extremely unstable. Before Anther appeared, Flamel was known as the "most humane Hydra", and his Devouring Chief... that seemingly harmless rat, Lawrence Calamity, had also caused bloody massacres more than once.

Devour, transform, utilize, the Devourer can do so many things with this special ability, and Marina seems to have completely mastered this power in such a short time. Shadow, hiding, insight, phantom, reality... No one knows where the limit of her power is, no one knows how much food she has swallowed, the unknown and unpredictable can only make people think of her master, some people even say... Marina Lansmalos has died a long time ago, and now she is just a puppet devoured by the Devourer, an incarnation of Ansir Hydra.

Naturally, no one believed this ridiculous rumor, but it was enough to prove that Marina's reputation in certain groups was no less vicious than her sister, and was even far more vicious than her.

"If it is another Lord Lance, then we can rest assured indeed."

Although he said this, Lulis really couldn't feel at ease at all. He only knew how terrifying Marina was, but that was all he knew. He knew very little about the dark witch. If something unexpected happened in this matter, wouldn't the problem be 100% blamed on them?

"Is everything alright now?" Sitana yawned and scratched the back of her neck. "If anything important happens, I'll come find you guys, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

In the next blink of an eye, her figure disappeared in the room. No one noticed her movement, and no one even realized that she had left. It was only when the door creaked that they realized that the ferocious beast had disappeared.

The priests in the room just sat there, no one left and no one spoke.

After five minutes, someone whispered:

"…She shouldn't be around now."

"That Lord Lance is not the type of person who would eavesdrop. Don't think too much about it."

Lulis sighed: "Whatever you think... just say it."

The priests looked at each other and saw the same dullness and bitterness in each other's eyes.

Thoughts? What other thoughts could they have? Were they qualified to reject Xitana?

The war between Anser and Ivora has not yet ended. In this war capped at level four, Xitana Lancemalos is the uncrowned king of the North.

If she was a bastard with no moral bottom line, the Grand Duke of Grey Tower and the Grand Duke of Iron Blade would not have lasted until the third day. Even if she just did not take civilians seriously, she could easily conquer the North.

In essence, Sitana was not negotiating with them, but ordering them, and they had no room to refuse.

Lulis also knew that the truth was so embarrassing. He looked at his colleagues who lowered their eyes and said nothing, and shook his head helplessly and sadly: "In this case, we have no choice but to cooperate seriously--"

"has a problem."

Roger, who had remained silent from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.

"…What? What's wrong, Roger?"

"Have you contacted Padra in the past two days?" Roger stared at Lulis, his voice a little dry and hoarse due to the long silence.