The villain's way to tame the protagonist

As soon as she finished speaking, a ball of blood and fire appeared on the deck. At this moment, the humble smile on Su Silun's face completely froze.

Some accidents are not unconsidered, but subconsciously... I dare not think about them.

"This is really..."

The young man's sigh plunged the deck into dead silence.

"It's indeed a big deal that made you rush to find me, Ivora."

"When have I ever done anything unnecessary?"

Although she was wearing a gorgeous long dress, the eldest princess inexplicably seemed to have no aura and dominance when she stood behind the young man. She first snorted lightly, and then slowly cast a cruel gaze at her sister who was standing motionless.

"I've always been a pragmatist, Anser."

The corners of her mouth gradually rose, and that vicious arc had almost nothing to do with the word "beauty", and was filled with Ivora's purest disgust.

"Don't let some idiot who likes to play tricks but can't do anything right in the end make you think the wrong way about me."

Once again, Ivola never considered herself to be stupid, and whether or not that was the case still needed to be judged. However, after hearing Ming's words and taking a look at the slaughterhouse on the deck, she and Susilen made the same judgment almost at the same time.

——Her sister didn’t want Anser to know about this, which was simply... the best thing.

For Ivora, what could be easier than getting Anser on the scene right away?

This is... the real authority, my foolish sister!

Ivora, who had been suppressed by Su Silun's rhetoric once in the conference room, now had pure comfort and joy in his eyes. He didn't need to spend his mind and energy, or weave conspiracies and lies. He just needed to raise his hand and light the fire, and all problems would be solved.

Although it sounds absurd, Ivora actually experienced the joy of doing whatever he wanted again when he became a prisoner and a domestic cat, even if it was only for a moment.

"Oh...wait, is this the part?"

The angry scholar lady seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately changed her attitude: "It's okay, I'll go first--"

"Don't run!" Xitana jumped out immediately, "Ming Fuluo, what were you yelling about just now? What do you mean Ivora took Anser away from you? Aren't you doing research?"

“…This is not a conflict.”

"What do you mean no conflict? Well, you didn't say anything, so you were sneaking away!"

The girls' chat room immediately became a mess, and Ansel, who took advantage of Miss Xin's doting to observe their chat content through the back door, suppressed his laughter and looked with a slightly solemn expression at Marina, who had fallen from the mast and turned into a graceful witch.

"Marina, why were the believers of the church massacred at the port?"

Miss Witch bowed her head slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Anser, it's my negligence that caused the guests of the church to suffer such harm."

Su Silun did not step forward to take the blame for Marina, not because she had not yet recovered from the stab in the back by her sister, but because she knew very well that she could no longer continue to make any outstanding performance.

Ansel would not believe her excuse of trying to force Marina to take the responsibility, and Marina would never lie in front of Ansel, so she would not appreciate this favor.

But... what to do?

What should we do next?

The raging fire of pain and anger burned Su Silun's internal organs. She was about to succeed, temporarily smooth over the turmoil, and continue to hold on to the hard-earned power, but in just a moment... the flames burned everything to ashes.

Once Anser enters the scene, he who likes to abide by the rules will certainly provide maximum help to the church. In this process, strength becomes the only yardstick. Ivora may even participate in it and make contributions, while Susilen can only watch as the share of the pie that should have belonged to her is completely eaten up.

Ivora…Ivora…Ivora!

Su Silun was roaring madly and hysterically in her heart, shouting her sister's name, and the hatred she felt even went beyond the form of expression itself.

Ivora seemed to be able to see how unwilling his sister was at the moment, and the more unwilling Su Silun was, the happier he was.

Just when Ivora crushed the advantageous position that Susilen had worked so hard to build with irresistible force, Anser said something that was extremely unbelievable to either of the two sisters.

"It's more important to catch the criminal and make sure he won't do it again than to apologize, isn't it?"

His voice softened, and Susilun swore that if she hadn't received special training, she didn't think she could use her reason and self-esteem to resist Anser talking to her like this every day.

"I'll leave this task to you. I believe you can do it, Marina and... Susilen."

Apart from the first symbolic and solemn words, Ansher did not show any real importance or seriousness at all. Not only that, he also casually assigned the person to solve the problem.

The choice of Marina was definitely not random, but the choice of Susilen...

How could the name of this doll dressed in gorgeous clothes have the qualifications to appear in the same sentence as Marina?

Susilen and Ivora both fell into a brief daze, and no matter what their final emotions were, one thing would not change.

——The unbalanced hostility and even fighting between the two sisters seemed to have returned to the time when Su Silun had the upper hand.

All because of Anser's completely unreasonable...preference?

Chapter 5: Thrilling Adventure (K)

"Give it to...her?"

Ivora could not accept this fact, or rather, could not accept Ansel's blatant "preference".

What can Su Silun do? Everything she has now is given to her by Anser, and all the resources she can mobilize also belong to Anser...Even if she mobilizes resources, it will have no effect at all. Saying that she is Marina's pendant is flattering her.

Why should such a good-for-nothing except pretending to be nice and saying nice things be treated preferentially?

His Royal Highness the Regent did not turn around to look at the noble princess standing behind him, but asked calmly: "What's wrong? Is there any problem, Ivora?"

"What right does she have to deal with this?"

In front of the bishops, Ivora questioned Anser so directly: "What can she handle? Serving tea and water for your witch?"

Whether it was her speaking attitude or the way she addressed Marina, it seemed that the current Crown Princess was very ungrateful.

Su Silun's emotions went from confusion to ecstasy, and the joy in her heart became even stronger. She knew that her mentally ill sister would never let her down... She obviously had such a huge advantage in her hands, and with a little planning she could completely destroy her efforts. However, because of her uncontrollable emotions like a mother cat, she ruined this advantage in an instant.

Even if you said that you would be the one to cooperate with Lance, I would have thought that you were really fully prepared, my sister. But you still just took one step at a time, like a wild animal, letting your instincts take over.

What Anser cares about most is the rules. Even if he can conquer another continent by completely ignoring the wishes and ideas of the church, he still has to accept the other party's submission in this form. Even though everyone present knows this, he is still maintaining the dignity of both parties.

So... no matter how strong his bad taste is, no matter how much he likes to see you go crazy, he will never allow you to make things indecent.

Even though she had no sense of presence, Su Silun consciously controlled her facial expression. Although her fair face was slightly flushed, she did not let the morbid joy and happiness emerge.

She looked at Anser, who finally turned to look at Ivora, and seemed a little displeased by this presumptuous questioning, and her breathing became heavy unconsciously.

You will be punished, Ivora, and he will-

"As a ruler, the biggest responsibility is to let the right people do the right things."

Although he was questioned in such an unruly way, Anser's voice was gentle and kind. He neither told Ivora to shut up nor criticized him coldly. Instead, he explained patiently:

"And Susilen is suitable for this kind of thing, but you don't know your sister, Ivora..."

The Regent chuckled. "Just like she doesn't understand your abilities, right? I have more important things for you to do. You don't need to deal with this."

The sisters once again fell into trance and silence.

And Anser calmly withdrew from their fight - after all, he did not participate in the fight in the first place, he just said some normal words.

"I was dealing with the reconstruction of the Northland."

Hydra, who was shopping with the scholar lady not long ago, was talking nonsense, but this sentence made the bishops' faces change a little. After all, they knew very well why the North needed to be rebuilt.

"I didn't expect that Ivora would suddenly find me and say that she had something very important to tell me... She was right. This brutal massacre did need to be dealt with seriously."

"Dear bishops, please trust in the abilities of Marina and Susilen. They will definitely let the victims rest in peace."

Ansel, who had not punished Ivora but instead treated her with sweet treats, turned around and generously praised Marina and also mentioned Susilen, causing the princesses and sisters who had never experienced such a feeling to fall into a vortex of burning and sweet confusion.

Which side is he on?

Whose opinion does he care more about?

"Marina, I leave it to you. Cooperate with Susilen and don't let the guests of the church down."

"Yes, Mr. Anser, I won't let you down."

The dark witch folded her hands in front of her belly and bowed slightly.

"I mean the church..." Anser paused, and finally laughed, "Forget it, just do what you want."

He cast a slightly apologetic look at the bishops: "Marina is just like that. Bishops, please don't take it to heart."

His Royal Highness the Regent seemed to be implementing the rules of pragmatism in Ivola's eyes, and also upholding the rules that Susilen cared about most, but it seemed that... he did not follow the imagination of either party.

They could only draw the only definite answer from the helpless and doting look in Ansel's eyes when he looked at Marina - no matter what Ansel was thinking, he must care about Marina more than them.

Or even... maybe he was just making fun of them, and every sentence and every word he said before was just out of his bad taste?

Are they paying attention to each other, or are they caring about themselves? Or are they not caring about either side? The emotions of the princess sisters went up and down in these few short minutes, and it was difficult for them to calm down.

Being given hope makes us full of hope, getting real recognition makes us satisfied, and having promises fulfilled makes us even more delighted.

But when you see hope, you desire to get it; when you have already got it, you are afraid of losing it; even if it has been promised, you start to worry whether it is just a lie.

Worrying about gains and losses - for the evil devil, this is undoubtedly one of the most wonderful emotions.

As for making these two mentally ill women fall into this kind of emotion so quickly, most of the credit should be attributed to his girls...or in fact, he didn't take the initiative to plan anything and just went with the flow.

"These two guys are so useless... Are they really that useless so quickly?" Xitana curled her lips, "They are useless."

Xin said seriously: "If we evaluate objectively, it should be that An is too dangerous."

"I've said it before, that brat is best at playing with women... but they are still a long way from being 'fallen'."

As if to redeem herself for her silent escape, Miss Scholar made a detailed analysis in a very responsible manner: "Their current complex feelings towards Anser are more due to whether they can get more benefits from Anser, but it is undeniable that this pure greed and profit-seeking are being twisted by Anser little by little into the aspect of 'does he care about me', and once this concept is completely formed in their minds..."

Ming Fuluo paused, and some past events in which she was toyed with by the dead little ghost emerged in her mind. She said in a slightly unnatural tone:

"Then he is really not far from falling, and it is easy for him to do such a thing."

"The only thing to consider is the issue of obedience." Marina's words were somewhat approving, and she obviously agreed with Ming Fuluo's statement, "Whether it is Ivora or Susilen, they are actually very wild and difficult to tame, and extremely paranoid."

"Don't think too much about him playing with women..." Ming Fuluo, who was doing three things at once in the laboratory in Oren City, twitched her eyes. "He will handle this part himself."

"Playing with women? I think Mr. Anser is just training a pet."

Anser really wanted to know how crazy the girls would go if their chat records were shown to Susilun and Ivora. He had to admit that he was really moved for a moment, because the scene was so interesting that it was unimaginable... But considering the trouble of the follow-up work, his heart was only moved for a moment.

As the girls discussed, the work against Susilun and Ivora has just begun. Since they have made so many thorough preparations, he certainly cannot let them down.

*

Ze Rui was very glad that her good luck had worked again - although she was not sure whether she had such a thing, it seemed that since she was six or seven years old, or maybe even earlier, she was always able to escape from danger with the help of some random factors that were completely beyond her control.

"So... does this mean that something big might be happening?"

Walking on the intricate underground drainage road, Ze Rui stroked her chin thoughtfully: "But Kaixuan Port City is now harder than a turtle shell, and I didn't leave any traces, so nothing should involve me... Is the trouble in the black market?"

After escaping from the strange father and daughter, Ze Rui relied on her understanding of Triumph Port City two years ago and her shallow connections to finally find the only remaining black market - in the maze-like sewers under Triumph Port City.

According to the person who provided her with information, Ming Fuluo Zeger, the actual ruler of Triumph Port City and East Port, is a very... "abnormal" person.

On the day of the reform and in the following days, she made a lot of direct interventions with thundering means, but she did not continue to rule Donggang in a dictatorial manner afterwards. Instead, she returned power to the nobles and bureaucrats - although the nobles and bureaucrats themselves had quite a few objections to this point. They felt that being tied to a post for more than six hours a day like a dog did not count as having power.

As for the reason why she cleaned up the black market, others did not know. One saying was that she did not like this area outside the rules and believed that the black market was a breaker of the rules, so she wanted to eradicate it completely.

The organizers of the sewer black market had a keen sense of smell. They transferred most of their belongings before the Great Purge began and also alerted their friends and clients. As a result, they were able to rely on their preserved resources and connections to establish the only large black market in Triumph Port City in the sewers.

The pitch-black iron blocks that occasionally flew over the Triumph Port City seemed unable to detect the situation below. Whether from a safety perspective or a seller's perspective, Ze Rui could only choose this place.

Ze Rui silently calculated the walking distance, turned a corner, walked forward a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

To her left was a slimy wall covered with moss, and to her right was flowing sewage. There was no place that could be called an entrance, but an excited smile gradually appeared on the adventurer's face.

"This is really... a pretty cool design."

The girl rubbed her hands and began to look around: "A kind of exquisite, uh... encryption? Like locking a box... using the ether to weave a complex and delicate lock. Only the key that fits perfectly in the keyhole can open it. Even the slightest mismatch in the teeth will cause an error."

"The founder of this black market... is an incredible genius!"

Such a difficult challenge made Ze Rui murmur excitedly. The ether flowed at her fingertips. If there were a professional sorcerer watching, he would definitely sneer at her extremely crude technique. She seemed to know nothing about the direction of the flow, the stability of the wavelength. But the incredible thing was that the ether happened to fit her thoughts perfectly, as if it was natural to unlock the lock left in this block bit by bit.

It was as if she was not controlling the ether with exquisite techniques, but the ether was obeying her naturally.

"Just a little bit... the last bit, oh! It's open!"

A ball of blue-gray light suddenly bloomed from the sewage, and then the entire water flow was cut off with the blue light as the center, and a deep passage opened up at the bottom of the middle waterway, leading to an unknown place.

"Still further down? That's too cautious, um... But it's better to be cautious. I have to be cautious too."

Before entering the passage, Ze Rui left the coordinates of the space jump on the wall of the sewer. Although the little girl laughed at her rough method, Ze Rui didn't think so. It didn't matter how rough it was, as long as it was useful.

"The retreat is ready, let's go!"

The girl hummed a strange tune and jumped directly into the passage at the bottom of the waterway. There was a long staircase below the dark entrance. There was no lighting equipment. She was surrounded by only endless darkness and the occasional flash of scarlet light.