The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"She's refusing." Marina's chuckle sounded in Xin's ears.

Xin, who was sitting on the windowsill of the conference room, swinging his legs, holding his chin with his hands, looking at old acquaintances and new faces, asked softly, "Linna, why is Su Silun so eager for power?"

A familiar sin surged before Xin's eyes. Beneath the girl's bright and beautiful appearance was flowing greed and crawling hunger, like a snake coiled around an iris.

Susilun craves power, so much so that she is ready to bet everything on it at any time. She is betting now, betting that Anser doesn't care about the church's submission and choice at all, or in other words... the church's hidden goal must be more important than these trivial things.

Even if she used such a clumsy method at this moment and took the initiative to refuse the church's submission, as long as she could dig out deeper secrets, she would not be guilty but would have made a great contribution.

Marina, who didn't know what she was busy with, said leisurely: "Who knows, maybe it's because she has nothing else."

"It's a bit pitiful." Miss Xin commented.

"Pity? Who is pitiful? How is the progress over there now?"

Xitana interrupted: "They were talking about policies and stuff just now. I was sleepy, so I went to exercise first... Are they done now?"

"Xi'er just missed the most exciting part." Xin blinked, as if he was talking to Xitana face to face, "Miss Viper took the initiative and refused the church's submission."

The girls' soul online chat room was quiet for a while.

A few seconds later, Sitana said very seriously, "When are we going to fast forward to the part where I beat her up?"

"That's still too early. At least wait until our little princess makes her first achievement, or... makes her first mistake."

At the harbor of Kaixuan Port City, on the mast of an inconspicuous ship in the church fleet, the dark eyes of the black crow passed through the eyes of the saint and fell on Su Silun's face. She shook her wings lightly and smiled softly: "It depends on whether she has made a contribution or made a mistake this time."

Faced with Su Silun's tactful refusal, the bishops remained silent for about four or five seconds.

Bishop Ming was still the first to react. She stared at the pure white girl on the main seat. Although she coughed twice, her hoarse and old voice seemed to become even heavier.

"I believe that someone as detached as His Royal Highness the Prince Regent must have a solution, and we will do our best to cooperate."

——Can you represent the Regent? Are you qualified to deny our goodwill? Are you underestimating...his ability?

"But this is not something that can be solved by the cooperation of the bishops."

Su Silun's face showed deep helplessness and sorrow: "Bishop Ming, can you put the God in your heart second? Can the believers of the church tolerate living with a large number of unbelievers, or even those who despise God?"

“It always takes time…”

"The people of the empire regard His Royal Highness the Regent as a supreme and great being."

The soft and gentle whisper interrupted Ming's words in an extremely firm manner. The worry on the little princess' face turned into deeper reverence.

"Their worship of His Royal Highness the Regent is no less than the faith of the believers. Conflict between them is inevitable."

The girl paused, and uttered the most vicious words in a voice of regret and compassion:

"I think the bishops should also be aware that His Royal Highness the Regent is completely different from the tyrant who once ruled the empire. He would never take pleasure in the people of the two kingdoms killing each other...right?"

——What qualifications do you have to question me? What confidence do you have to question whether I can represent His Royal Highness the Regent? Am I underestimating His Royal Highness the Regent's ability, or are you slandering his kindness?

Susilen's uncompromising counterattack once again caused the bishops to fall silent.

"Xin, there is a question I have always been curious about." Marina suddenly asked, "Susilen is a natural political creature. Not only that, she is also a tool used by Efesand to suppress Ivora, and has extremely rich experience in political activities... For her to say these words is as easy as breathing, but what about these bishops?"

"According to the inheritance method of the church, the rule of the theocracy should be as stable as a rock. Since the bishops have been strengthened in their belief in fulfilling their mission, there will naturally be no meaningless political struggles. So where do their political thinking come from?"

Xin looked at the elderly woman not far away and replied softly, "Maybe, just like me."

"If the vision of the pioneers is truly realized, then the people living in the tower should not maintain the system of the Theocracy... Just as they planted so many errors and loopholes in the faith in order to make me become a god, they also made corresponding preparations to make the society of the Theocracy collapse on its own."

After Xin was with Ansel, she no longer thought about anything related to the church. Whether it was a lie or the truth, it didn't really mean much to her.

Marina's questions made her think a lot and understand a lot - all the strange things that she had ignored seemed to be answered.

Among the bishops, there were some who seemed extremely corrupt and abandoned their faith in God due to worldly temptations. But since they were recognized by the pioneers, the soul aggregates of the first generation of bishops, how could they be corrupted?

Why are there more and more non-believers and even rebels in the Theocracy? Why are there so many sinners in the world promised by God? It is possible that the Church’s rule based on pure faith is becoming increasingly unsustainable, but it is more likely that the bishops are preparing for the future collapse of the Theocracy.

Even the entire country... is a lie.

Xin was not angry about this, just as she was not extremely angry at the bishops for designing her life. She just felt a little emotional, a little... sad.

"Oh... That does explain a lot of things."

After hearing Marina's response, Xin was stunned for a moment.

The Saint was silent for a while, then asked thoughtfully: "Lina...did you know this a long time ago?"

Marina chuckled: "Why would Miss Xin think so?"

"Because the person who came is Bishop Ming, she is the best bishop to me. Lina might think that I have extra...emotions towards the church because of her. The church probably asked Bishop Ming to come with this purpose. So you want to emphasize the nature of the church to me through the topic just now."

"I just went to get something to eat to replenish my energy. How come I suddenly don't understand what you are talking about?" Miss Wolf poked her head into the chat room: "Speaking of which, where is that Ming Fuluo? Is she working without saying a word? It must be quite hard work."

The two women seemed to be caught in some kind of battlefield, and they both ignored her, the most innocent one.

"Do you doubt the loyalty of the Soul Leader?" Marina sighed helplessly, "Only a fool would have such an idea. You are too sensitive, Miss Xin."

"Maybe so."

Xin was still looking at the old woman, but her eyes were as calm and peaceful as her voice:

"But even if we assume that Bishop Ming is my biological mother, she is still like all the bishops, hoping that I will carry their vision and live a false life. Only An has given me the true value of my own. He is my only truth... So Lina, I don't like your doubts."

The witch's slightly hoarse laughter echoed in Xin's ears: "Then I apologize to you, Miss Xin."

"No need. It is possible that I am just too sensitive." The saint responded gently and generously.

"Uh……"

The sound of food being chewed rang in the ears of both of them at the same time. Although they didn't know what they were arguing about, it seemed that Xitana, who seemed a little serious, carefully poked her head in again: "Would you like to eat some jerky? It's delicious."

At the same time, the bishops, who could not understand why Susilen refused so stubbornly and repeatedly, finally responded.

"Then, Your Highness Susilun...what do you think is the most appropriate way to proceed?"

Bishop Ming lowered his head even lower. "Please forgive our presumptuous behavior. We do not think that His Royal Highness the Regent will be happy to see the people of the Empire and our people in conflict, but... we really hope that the believers and people of the church can see a more exciting world and a broader future."

"Please...give me some guidance."

Even at this point, do we have to submit to Anther and allow the Theocracy to be incorporated into the Empire no matter what?

Although I don’t know what you are planning...but this is good, this is the best.

Su Silun smiled innocently. "I can't say I can give you any guidance. At most, I can only offer some insights. In the end, we still have to follow the will of His Royal Highness the Regent. How about we continue to discuss this matter in detail this afternoon? Next, let me take you bishops to visit the Triumphal Port City. Maybe you can gain new insights--"

Su Silun's words came to an abrupt halt, and the bishops subconsciously manipulated the ether. This was all because... a ball of violent and hot blood flame burned above the conference table.

Da da.

The heels, at least ten centimeters long, stepped on the conference table, and the slender, plump, white thighs stepped out from the flames, and the bright and eye-catching bright red skirt was dragged out in the burning flames.

"Why, the game of house isn't over yet?"

An arrogant, overbearing and disrespectful voice rang out in the silent conference room.

A woman who was nominally more orthodox and authoritative than Susilen had barged into the meeting so unreasonably in a bright red dress with side slits.

She looked down at everyone equally, and when she looked at her sister, she deliberately added some contempt and sarcasm.

How could Suslen, who had now gained a "status", tolerate Ivora's tyrannical behavior? She almost instinctively raised her voice:

"Ivola, you—"

"Stop arguing. Do you think I care about your house-playing games? Do you think I'm here to take away your credit for encouraging the children?"

Ivora sneered disdainfully: "You can continue to amuse yourself like this. I have more important things to do."

She ignored Susilun, whose expression was gradually distorted, and looked down at the other bishops, a fierce fire burning at her fingertips.

"I have a question for you. Just once. Think before you answer."

Ivora, who was regarded by Susilun as a fool who didn't know how to seize the opportunity, narrowed his eyes slightly. The blood flame seemed to fall on anyone at any time:

"Among you bishops, is there anyone named 'Wang'?"

Chapter 5: Ups and downs (K)

Ivora never thought of herself as stupid. She felt that it was just the irresistible force that made her not have to think about anything meaningless, and that was indeed the case.

It's not that she is incapable of intrigue, it's just that there is no need to do so.

She always believed that if Su Silun really regarded her as an idiot who had nothing after losing her power, then her shallow and blind sister was the truly stupid one.

"Wang..." Bishop Ming's expression changed slightly, "Where are you from——"

Before she could finish her words, Ivora grabbed her throat from a distance. Just like Susilen regained the power and status she desired at this time, Ivora could also pour out her tyranny and anger as long as she was not facing Anser and his girls.

"I said...think about it before answering."

The princess, who was finally able to take a break from the malice of Hydra and his woman, stared cruelly at the old woman who was being lifted up little by little by her, and even smoke began to come out of the skin of her neck. She said word by word, "Old thing, don't use questions, answer them."

"Ivola!"

Su Silun's angry roar echoed in the conference room, and a carved rapier appeared in her hand. Due to its overly gorgeous appearance, it looked more like a decorative ceremonial object than a weapon.

"How dare you treat His Royal Highness the Regent's guest like this? Are you crazy?"

Ivora casually threw Bishop Ming aside with such an unbridled and ferocious attitude that she was just short of stepping on the bishops' faces with her high heels.

"Guests?" She sneered and glanced at her sister who could only rely on others forever. "They are losers, livestock that can be slaughtered by that guy! Only a fool like you would treat them as guests, because your status is the same as theirs - you are nothing in the first place, but you still fantasize about relying on that guy's kindness to change your fate."

Ivora's eyes fell on Susilen's rapier, and the undisguised sarcasm and contempt in his expression rose to a higher level.

"You can't even muster the courage to face me with the Flame of Feasting, my poor sister."

This conference table, which not long ago presented Susilen with the coveted thing called power, was now under Ivora's feet.

The only true heir to the empire, looking down at her incompetent sister, laughed happily:

"Even when you see me, who has fallen to this point and is incomplete, you still believe from the bottom of your heart... that you will never be able to defeat me in terms of bloodline and qualifications? It turns out that no matter who you parasitize on, your nature as a piece of trash has never changed!"

Veins bulged on the back of Su Silun's white and tender hands. Countless voices in her mind frantically urged her to stab Ivora with the sword. She didn't need to worry, nor did she need to be afraid, because she was absolutely right at this moment.

Since Anser wanted to see more of my potential, how could this female cat go crazy everywhere! I can... I definitely can...

However, her sword-holding hand began to tremble, and she was unable to stab Ivora, who was completely unprepared and had no intention of making any defense.

No... not now. This is an opportunity. If I get dragged into this madman's rhythm, I will lose miserably.

Anger, uncontrollable anger, but Susilen's instinct as a political creature smelled a more tempting scent.

"enough!"

She raised her voice, but it was not mixed with her own personal rage.

"I can accompany your madness at any time, but not now. I will not show my ugly appearance like you in front of the guests of His Royal Highness the Regent because of insignificant trivia and emotions, and tarnish his majesty!"

The girl's rebuke was so righteous, just like a loyal and upright minister who always remembered to protect her Regent and was so disdainful of engaging in a meaningless struggle with her insane sister.

"you--"

Ivola's arrogance was immediately curbed, and the vicious words that were about to come out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.

Just like the occasional embarrassment she encountered when facing Suzy Miller, when some big accusation was put on her, even she found it difficult to fight back.

The only difference is that before, the hat had Effisand on it, but now it has Anser on it.

So, our cat Miss Vola wisely did not continue to tangle with Suslen in an area she was not good at. She turned her attention to the bishops again and issued an ultimatum:

"I told you, I'll only ask once."

Who is Wang? Su Silun didn't know, and even the girls around Anser might not know, but Ivora knew.

The Lord of Strength, [Colossus of the Zenith] Tyr-Bistidos.

The chief of demons, [Great Demon] Torado Serlenr.

The head of the spirits, [Ghost of Time] Xavier Kantio.

The Chief of the Devourers, [Lord of Disaster] Lawrence Disaster.

The Lord of Wind, [Peeper of Secrets] Lotkaber - also known as the Peregrine Falcon.

These were the five Contracted Ones who had appeared in the Imperial Capital before Flamel disappeared. Ivora didn't know that they were now guarding the sleeping Anerissa and Flamel. Excluding the "dead" Soul Head [Spiritual Transformation] Anerissa Delian, and the previous generation's Hydra... weren't there two more Contracted Ones missing?

The head of the abyss, [The Abyss Opener] Kristolonjin Kada, and... the head of darkness, [Whisper of Mourning] Wang.

Flamel and his followers were once symbols of an era. The young god of alchemy led his followers to explore the deep sea, travel through the maze, and left behind one legend after another. However, as Flamel's condition worsened, their names disappeared from the public eye in just a dozen or twenty years.

Among them, the Peregrine Falcon who almost never appears and Lawrence whose true identity is unknown are even less known. Similar to them is Flamel's Dark Head, the man with a rather strange name.

Every head and every Conqueror of Hydra is extremely important to itself, and there is no distinction between high and low. If you have to say, the Soul Head is indeed more related to the foundation of Hydra, while the duties of the Dark Head are more like a combination of the Soul Head and the Abyss Head.