The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ji withdrew his gaze from the strange creation that passed over his head, and after a moment of silence, he gently shook his head.

When he stood in front of Ansel, even though he had made layer after layer of plans, he was still prepared for his death.

But who could have imagined that the ideals that the church had planned for eight hundred years would be torn to pieces by that devil, and even the only hope, the "God" who was supposed to watch over all living beings, betrayed the kingdom of God they expected.

The most ridiculous thing is that after everything was settled, the young man not only did not settle everything, but instead extended an invitation to them...

"Changing the world is a very difficult thing. I need help, more help."

Ji still remembers the expression on the face of that Hydra who was the least like Hydra when he said this to him.

The old man, who had devoted a full hundred years to that ideal, had only felt this determination in the memories passed down from generation to generation by the bishops. He was 100% sure that Anser was serious, but Anser's emotions... were completely different from those of the pioneers of the past.

Price, sacrifice, even when doing the right thing, the church cannot avoid these heavy things. The ancestors who founded the church made a grand vow, but also embarked on a difficult and painful road of martyrdom.

But Ansir Hydra was different. His confident and even spirited look seemed to be saying that a truly beautiful future could be created without making irreparable sacrifices.

Why? There is no reason. It is just because he holds the world's steering wheel in his hands, so the world will definitely move in the right direction.

So, after a fierce dispute, the church finally allowed the two bishops who had lived in the empire for a long time to accept Ansel's invitation - although they had no choice.

"Aolun City..." Mu said softly, "If I remember correctly, this difficult-to-pronounce [Aolun] should be an ancient word used by sorcerers during the Zhengtian Dynasty, representing..."

"future."

Ji's perception passed through the streets and buildings of the city, through a giant net that seemed to cover the entire city, and finally landed on a large building at the easternmost end of the city.

He suddenly chuckled: "Our Regent and his Lady Mechanical God feel that the future is in their hands. What do you think, Mu?"

"I……"

Just as Mu opened his mouth, a strange aircraft came flying from the far sky like a meteor and landed three meters in front of the two of them. The round light on the top flashed red and issued a cold mechanical alarm:

"Warning, any ether manipulation behavior must be approved by the Supervisory Bureau. The detection behavior of the unknown individual 3.26 seconds ago has been recorded and entered into the individual information..."

"Domer Grey Tower, codenamed Ji, Grand Duke of Grey Tower, Bishop of the Associated Holy Church; Mu, Bishop of the Associated Holy Church, Representative to the Empire."

"According to yesterday's update of the database, both of them were visitors to Oren City and were not aware of the relevant regulations of Oren City. The violation records will be changed to temporary warning records, which can be eliminated if they continue to behave legally within fifteen days."

After saying this, the light on the top of the aircraft turned from red to yellow, flashed twice, and then flew away.

"..."

Mu was stunned there. After an unknown amount of time, he turned around and asked Ji, "Did you understand what it just said?"

"understood."

"This city... prohibits the use of ether?" Mu's eyes were somewhat puzzled. "And an alchemical creation... seems to be mass-produced, how could it detect your ether fluctuations so quickly?"

"Trust me, it's just a small problem, Twilight."

Ji shook his head gently: "What I understand is why the apparently 'very polite' Regent Prince did not show any sign of welcoming us after inviting us."

“He’s not inviting us to see his work.”

The old man was leaning on a cane, but he could no longer take the majestic steps of a superior as he did when he was a grand duke. His back was slightly hunched, but age could not crush Ji. What would crush him... was the impending huge wave.

"He is asking us to...see his ambitions."

*

"That's all about the current situation in Oren City, Your Highness the Regent."

Hendrick bowed his head respectfully and finished his report.

In the spacious conference room, Ansher put down the last document in his hand and turned his gaze to the three-dimensional picture appearing in front of him.

He tapped the armrest thoughtfully, raised his other hand and waved it, and the strange "mesh cover" above the huge three-dimensional image of Oren City became clear, and at the same time, many columnar objects "supporting" this mesh cover were also revealed.

"Does the initial construction of Ethernet have to be supported by such a base?" Anser pondered, "Is there a better form?"

"We have tried underground anchoring and sky netting, and the results are much worse than this simple-looking base."

Ming Fuluo, who was sitting next to Anser, shook her head: "It is also partly due to the limitation of the upload method... But this aspect involves further iteration of the entire data system, which is more complicated than Ethernet itself."

"Hmm...it seems that we still can't get ahead too much." Hydra muttered to himself, and then gave Hendrick an encouraging smile, "Very good, it seems that even if A Luo is away for a long time, you can complete a sufficiently important project."

Hendrick quickly shook his head: "No, no, no... Even if it is realized, it is just a sample that urgently needs to be iterated. Just as His Royal Highness the Regent considered, there are many areas that need improvement just in terms of building the foundation."

However, he was so humble that he soon revealed an expression of great pride: "But you can believe us, believe everyone who follows you. Every day, there are excellent talents pouring into the Tower of Babel. The city of Oren... will definitely live up to the name you gave it!"

Anser nodded and chuckled: "I'm looking forward to it. Go ahead and do it, Hendrick."

"Your will, Your Highness the Regent."

The man who also realized his long-cherished wish bowed again with great respect. It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of him and a group of Babel Tower elders, Anser is almost the same as the God of the church.

From a second-rate organization that was on the verge of collapse in the imperial capital and inherited the last will of the master of treason, to a behemoth that dominated the empire and completely controlled the entire etheric world, for these people, what they gained was not status and power, but the hope and possibility of truly turning the countless fantasies in their hearts into reality.

Is there anything more satisfying than having a boss who fully supports you?

——The answer is that the boss not only fully supports himself and provides all resources without limits, but is also more far-sighted and decisive than himself on this road and is willing to take the initiative to guide himself.

"You are amazing." Ming Fuluo glanced at him, "In less than half a year, you privatized the Tower of Babel."

Anser shrugged: "Hasn't Luo also been privatized by me?"

Ming Fuluo kicked Anser's calf expressionlessly, then took out a stack of documents and handed them to Anser, and directly pulled out a light curtain: "Although Hendrick's side is all good news, in my opinion, it is still far from enough... This is not his fault. After all, from their perspective, it is indeed remarkable to be able to achieve this."

When working, the scholar lady is always very serious. She frowned slightly and touched the light curtain thoughtfully.

"Ethernet, which uses the data system as its underlying logic, and the data system itself complement each other. Within the scope of this 'network', we can achieve nearly omnipotent goals - this is our ultimate goal."

Hundreds and thousands of light screens instantly unfolded, densely filling the entire conference room, and Ming Furo just calmly pushed her glasses, and the dizzying symbols and numbers on the light screens began to scroll by themselves.

“But the reality is far worse than expected.”

Ansher folded his arms. He had no idea about the operating logic of the data system, but he knew Ming Furo's thoughts very well.

"It is...far worse than it actually is."

Miss Scholar bit her lip unwillingly: "The security system still has three subsystems with no upper limit, and the entire Ethernet is about to... overload. This is completely different from the simple control of the armed forces in Donggang."

"The existing data system is too bloated, and the load capacity of Ethernet is too limited. As long as the login system is too complex, um... or more sophisticated and diversified? This crude network will stop working."

The petite woman took off her glasses and gently rubbed her brows: "We need more than just those little things to maintain order."

This network carries the hope that Ansel once gave her and their common ambitions. There are so many miracles to be built on it. Simple public security management is not enough for Ming Furo.

While Ansher was stroking Ming Furo to comfort her, Hydra's eyes became a little subtle as he listened to the special words she said.

He was the person in the world who knew Ming Fuluo's genius best, but sometimes he would still wonder if the scholar had some knowledge from another world in her mind.

This is also why Ming Furo waited for Hendrick to leave before discussing with Ansel. After all, when the sparks of their thoughts collided, it was almost equivalent to a kind of mental harm to the innocent third party.

While enjoying the smooth touch of the scholar's hair and watching her analysis of the entire Ethernet and data system, Anser smiled and said, "As more and more people join in compiling and iterating the data system, things will get better soon."

Ming Fuluo hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "There are too many people with varying levels of skills. Why don't you let me screen them myself, Anser?"

"Because you should have faith in humans, and you shouldn't do everything yourself... Well, you seem to be a little too anxious recently, Luo."

Anser raised his head, cleared his throat, and asked softly in a slightly guilty and deliberate voice:

"Has my wish become a burden to you?"

"you--"

Ming Fuluo was very familiar with this sentence, and the extremely artificial voice and the kid's mocking expression made her face flush, and she punched him angrily.

"This is my life's work. I just don't want it to be ruined. Don't be so self-indulgent!"

"Okay, okay... I was just being sentimental. I was just being sentimental and helped you find someone here."

Seeing Ming Furo's emotions gradually relax, Ansher withdrew his hand without saying anything more.

It was possible that he could have noticed this slight change in emotion in the past, but it was just a possibility - because it seemed normal for Ming Furo to think so.

But this kind of normality also means a certain abnormality, which is cleverly pushed forward and is the "normality" that guy wants to see.

Ansel was very happy that he comforted Ming Fuluo in time - not because he discovered fate's little trick and stopped it, but because he clearly realized how much he cared and concerned about the people around him.

I was even happier that I was the one who first noticed Ming Furo's seemingly insignificant normal anxiety and considered comforting her. Only then did I realize that it was probably fate that was at work again, instead of thinking about Ming Furo's psychological changes with the premise of going against fate from the very beginning.

This refreshing and transparent feeling actually made Anser develop a very strong resistance to the erosion of the abyss. It would be difficult for him to preach to himself without hesitation and seek strength from the abyss now - even with Xin's support.

"But why haven't those two arrived yet?"

Ming Fuluo swiped the light curtain, slightly dissatisfied: "How inefficient and rude."

Anser coughed lightly: "Objectively speaking, we were the first to lack manners, Luo."

"What kind of etiquette are we talking about with them? When did those mentally ill religious elements become equals to us... We are finally here. How long have they been wandering around the city?"

Not long after the scholar's complaint, there was a knock on the door outside the meeting room.

"come in."

Ming Fuluo moved away Ansel's mischievous hand on her head and spoke first with great awareness of being a hostess.

Ji and Mu pushed the door open and performed impeccable imperial salute to Anser and Ming Furo.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Ji switched to Dormer's conversation style, "This city is beyond our imagination and cognition. Please forgive my and Mu's... shallowness."

This is not actually flattery for Ansher and Ming Furo. Whether it is Ji or Mu, they all believe so from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though they had not been able to see much along the way because they had to take into account the time for the meeting with Anser, in fact, to a certain extent, the two bishops, whose knowledge of the extraordinary field was more advanced than most extraordinary people in the empire, still could not figure out one thing -

How did Ansel Hydra and Mingflora Zeg conceive and create these things?

Even though Flamel, the God of Alchemy, holds the spiritual essence called "Creator", he is not omnipotent - he cannot create something beyond his cognition.

This is true for the God of Alchemy, and even more so for the people of the world. No one's imagination or creation can surpass their cognition.

So, everything that has become a reality in this territory is within the cognition of these two monsters? What exactly do they see? What kind of future are they looking forward to?

Chapter 6: Different Ambition (K)

"Long wait? No, I am very pleased that the two bishops are paying attention to Oren City. This shows that our efforts are effective."

Without Ansher's signal, Ming Furo waved her hand casually, and the three-dimensional image of the city of Oren reappeared in the center of the room, and Ji and Mu's attention was quickly focused on the strange network covering the city.

"Please take a seat. Although I have said it once, I still think it is necessary to emphasize it again--"

The regent's expression was very gentle, as if he was not facing a rebel group that was trying to drag the empire into the quagmire of war or even subvert the imperial order.

"I have great respect for the pioneers of the church. I am against you all. I just need to get Xin. She is very important to me, that's all."

"Now that Xin is on my side, this should be a painful enough price for the church, so you two don't need to be overly vigilant. I hope our next conversation will be meaningful and efficient."

Ming Fuluo continued to pay attention to the operation of the data system and Ethernet, and said indifferently without raising her head: "In short, you are not 'necessary' to Anser now. It is better for your psychology to be able to talk with such self-awareness."

"Aro..." Hydra sighed and reached out to rub her head, but was slapped away as expected.

So His Royal Highness the Regent could only shake his head helplessly and gave the two bishops an apologetic smile: "Don't take her words too seriously. Luo, um...actually, she is quite averse to the so-called 'help'."

"…Ms. Zeger is right. We have a very clear understanding of our situation. Because of this, we can better accept reality."

Mu spoke these gentle words of submission, and he lowered his head slightly, and there was indeed no dissatisfaction or resentment in his words: "Since everything has failed, there is no reason for the church to be an enemy of His Royal Highness the Regent... It shouldn't happen that we have to kill everyone just because we can't save them, right?"

The chaos within the church cannot be easily eliminated, but no matter how painful and desperate they are because of the shattered wishes, the reality will not change - it is very easy for Ansor to destroy them now. The future of the church depends entirely on the will of His Royal Highness the Regent.

Just like Mu said, what supports the church is an ideal that is truly righteous, not crazy and insane lies. It would be ridiculous if the church turned evil on the spot because the whole plan was ruined and tried to make the other half of the continent die for this ideal.

"I like the sincerity and calmness of you two and the other bishops... It means that your faith is absolutely true."

Anser clapped his hands as he spoke: "Although I am unhappy to impose this true belief on Xin... but now it is all written off."

A burst of blood and fire suddenly burned beside Anser, and the crisp sound of slender high-heeled shoes hitting the ground was heard. A perfect body wrapped in a slim cheongsam stepped out of the fire, placed an empty wine glass in front of Anser, and then poured the wine in the bottle into the glass gracefully.

Ji and Mu were briefly down at this moment. It was no exaggeration to say that the shock they suffered at this moment was even greater than when they entered and left Oren City.

Looking at the dignified and elegant maid beside Ansher, the two bishops fell into deep thought at the same time.

Is this maid... a mannequin modeled after Ivora?

Compared to the clothes that specifically provide attack speed when she was in Hydra Manor, the cheongsam that the personal maid Miss Ivora wore when she was outside had a longer hem and the slit was pulled to about halfway up the thigh. There was no strange silk fabric wrapped around her throat, and her hair had changed from twin ponytails to a bun for a noble lady, exuding a creepy elegance from head to toe.

——It can only be described as creepy, after all, she has the face of Ivora.

A fire also started behind the bishops. Su Silun, who was wearing a playful maid outfit that was the opposite of her style, poured tea and coffee for Ji and Mu, and quietly stepped aside.

If Ivora's cheongsam only had a longer hem and slits, then Susilun's equally revealing maid outfit in Hydra Manor seemed to have completely changed its style. The hem of the long skirt almost covered her small round-toed leather shoes, and the design of the upper body also became a very conservative classic maid outfit. Even her hands were wrapped in white gloves. Except for a small part of her neck, no other skin on her body was exposed.

There was no expression on Ming Fuluo's face, but she actually wanted to sneer contemptuously.

As Anser had expected, the Flame Sisters began to fight each other without any bottom line, even competing with each other in female strength, which made people feel a little pitiful.