The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The girl's waist twisted back and forth because of excitement and joy. She looked down at Anser and snorted, "Anser, you won't deny your debt, will you? I used the method you said and used my brain!"

"It's a really subtle and devious method, but..."

Anser took a deep breath, hugged Xitana's waist tightly, and said with a low smile: "You pass."

"Hehe, I knew you, Anser...ah!"

The hot touch from the thin tights made Xitana shiver and she almost fell off Anser's legs.

"An, Anser, you..."

"...You didn't do it on purpose?" Anser looked at her strangely. "You were all wet with sweat and wearing this outfit. You sat on me and twisted around. I thought you wanted to -"

"I didn't think so!"

Shitana screamed shyly and tried to jump off Anther, but the evil Hydra held her waist tightly and she couldn't move.

In fact, with Sitana's strength, she could definitely run away if she wanted to, but as Marina said - Miss Sitana is the kind of person who will keep leaning forward even though she says no with her mouth.

Anser liked it very much.

Anser has always respected the woman's wishes in this regard, and he can easily discern the woman's true thoughts in this situation. As for Xitana now, well...

"Really not thinking about it?" Hydra chuckled, placing his hands on Hitana's plump and healthy thighs.

"...Wait! Anser, um, I, you——"

Shitana kept Marina's words in mind. Although, although it did seem that now, some, wanted to... but, this was not a good time!

Obviously you have to wait until you become famous!

"An, Anser..."

She trembled and whispered in Anser's ear: "That...that's not okay, can I..."

The girl moaned like a cat in her throat and told Ansel the new knowledge she had learned from the books given by Marina.

Anser raised his eyebrows: "You can do this? When did you learn it?"

"Yesterday, yesterday." Xitana whispered shyly, "Is it okay to just leave it like this? I...it's not that I don't want to do that with you, I just feel..."

"Of course it doesn't matter to me, or rather...it's good this way."

The young nobleman, feeling the novelty, kissed Xitana's snow-white neck, leaned back against the back of the chair, and said jokingly: "Then you have to work hard, Xitana."

"Woo..."

The young girl cried pitifully, but she had no intention of stopping. She covered her face and slowly brought her legs together tightly...

*

Ansel has long been accustomed to the frequent romantic scandals in recent days.

The influence of Hydra's demonic blood and demonic nature on the mind and body is incomprehensible to ordinary people. Just as Marina said, most of the time, Ansher does this kind of thing primarily for the purpose of venting.

But as for Xitana, Anser recalled the girl's shy expression and clumsy movements at the time, and chuckled subconsciously.

"As expected, this kind of thing...it's better to do it with some emotion."

After changing his clothes and walking alone, Anser said to himself: "Even if Xitana's skills are not that good, it feels good."

If you eat too much delicious food, you will get tired of it. If you play with your favorite toys for a long time, you will always put them down... Most people think this is boredom, but it is not.

This is just the satisfaction of the desire for food and fun.

Because desires are satisfied, there are no more needs.

But Hydra is different. Beneath this seemingly human body, resides a terrifying soul that stands at the top of all monsters and walks in the deepest part of the abyss.

Hydra's chaos, tyranny, and savagery... the endless madness that is suppressed, when transformed into external manifestation, the most obvious thing is... its desires will almost never be satisfied, so Anser never feels bored with this matter.

Xitana's innocence and naivety gave him an unexpected surprise and aroused the dark desire in his heart. At that time, Ansor did have the urge to force Xitana to the ground, but he still restrained himself.

It's not just the necessary respect, what's more important is...not only does Xitana value her first time, but Anser does too.

However, compared to the sweet, shy and lovely wish that Sitana had after Marina's reminder, Anser's purpose seemed very cold and ruthless.

But he didn't care, nor would he feel guilty, because at that time, no matter what his underlying purpose was, he would still try his best to please Xitana. For Miss Wolf, who didn't know what Anser was thinking, she could also spend a perfect night that she would remember for the rest of her life. What was wrong with that?

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Anser, dressed as a traveler, wearing a hood and looking exhausted, was neither in Red Frost City nor in Red Frost Territory.

Not even… in the North.

This is the "Western Country" in the western part of the empire, extremely close to the Tiantu Mountains that stretch across the center of the continent.

Under the rule of the Empire, using the word "country" to refer to a part of the ruled area is obviously a bit of a rebellious act, so this is of course only a private name used by travelers and adventurers, but in fact most people acquiesce to it.

The western part of the empire is called a "country" because it is a vast area with a mixed crowd. There are not only four grand dukes who have established borders here, but also illegal immigrants, speculators, adventurers... countless people of all kinds mingling here. Compared with the lifeless and stagnant north, the western country can be said to be extremely chaotic.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Hydra, who had been stirring up trouble in the north, had quietly crossed most of the empire and arrived at an important city in the west, the city of Arling under the rule of the Grand Duke of Dragon Language.

"Ring ring ring——"

Anser walked into a tavern, and the clear ringing of the bell was instantly drowned out by the noisy shouting, laughing and cursing.

There were at least eight hundred strange black-robed men like him in the Western Country, so most people didn't pay any attention to him. Only some people who had been hanging around in this tavern for seven or eight years or even decades began to look at him with something strange in their eyes.

Anser walked straight to the counter and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"My friend who has come from afar, what would you like to order?" The handsome bartender showed a brilliant smile that attracted both men and women, "Would you like me to recommend something to you?"

"destiny."

The young man, half of his face covered in shadow, smiled and said, "Give me a cup of destiny."

"..."

The bartender's expression froze, and after this brief moment, unspeakable fear instantly spread across that handsome face that could be called a female killer.

"Why, have you forgotten how to do it, Vig?"

Anser leisurely stretched out his hand from under his black robe and tapped lightly on the weathered old counter: "A drop of saint's blood, a drop of believer's blood, a drop of mystic blood, a drop of... Beast King's blood."

"Add ninety-nine drops, the tears of the suffering."

Clang!

Amid the noise, the sound coming from the counter was so insignificant, but it was this sound that made the entire pub quiet down.

Everyone looked towards the counter, at the man in black robe whose identity was unknown, and at the bartender who was backing up and bumping into the wine cabinet with a look of extreme fear.

"This is really rare." Someone whistled in the silence, "Someone is causing trouble in the Crow's Nest."

“Hey, Vig, what’s with that frightened expression on your face? Hahahahaha, I recorded it with Crystal. If you don’t buy me a drink next time, I’ll spread it all over the West tomorrow!”

Such teasing did not make the bartender Vig's expression better. Instead, it made him look even more frightened, and even...desperate.

The person closest to him finally felt something was wrong. He put his hand on Anser's shoulder and said in a bad tone: "The Crow's Nest welcomes every friend and drinker. Are you... here to drink?"

"Of course." Anser smiled, "It's just that your bartender can't give me what I want."

"Ha, if you can find three better bartenders than Vig in the West Country, I'll lick your dermatitis right now!"

The drinker next to him raised his middle finger with disdain: "What are you pretending for!"

"You heard me, Vig." Hidden under the hood, his eyes turned to the bartender shivering at the counter, and the devil in the shadow smiled, "They trust your craftsmanship very much, and so do I, so, please give me a glass of-"

"enough."

A hoarse voice came from the staircase leading to the second floor.

Everyone turned to look, and the tavern was instantly blown up.

"Fuck, Fafner!"

"A living person! Oh no, a living crow! It's actually there!"

"It's so noisy, shut up."

A sound wave carrying a strange power echoed in the tavern. Standing at the stairs, a tall and thin figure wearing a black mask slowly walked down.

Judging from its limbs that look like animal claws and the black feathers on its arms, it might be more appropriate to describe it as a "beast" shadow.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You didn't run away just to make things difficult for Vig, did you?—"

"Faust."

Faust.

This name caused the tavern Fafnir's Nest to fall into silence.

Any adventurer who has been in the Western Country for a while will know this name.

During the dragon disaster three years ago, he hunted nineteen giant dragons alone. For unknown reasons, he had a fierce battle with Grand Duke Longyu, but finally escaped unscathed. He was a mysterious strong man who suddenly appeared in the Western Country and disappeared just as suddenly.

"It's just a joke. I know Vig can't make the wine I want yet. What's more, I haven't given him the raw materials yet."

Anser smiled and said, "Favna, I came so far... to do a big deal with you."

In silence, Fafna walked down the stairs and stared at Ansher silently.

"That's all?" it asked suddenly.

"That's all." Ansher nodded.

"Then why alarm me?"

Fafna's voice became somewhat unhappy: "Contain your vicious and dangerous aura."

"Because this information is very valuable to you... I heard that your nest seems to have not harvested any crops for a month?"

Anser laughed happily: "This is a business that can help you make a lot of money."

Fafner's figure suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly emerged from the shadow beside Ansher. Her distorted figure when it turned into a shadow looked very terrifying.

It stared at Anser and uttered only one word:

"explain."

Anser opened his mouth, but his words were blocked by an invisible force and only Fafna heard them.

After a brief conversation, the young man who concealed his identity and called himself Faust said leisurely: "How about it, is this news valuable?"

Fafner didn't say anything, but its trembling claws and feathers were enough to prove how excited it was at the moment.

"Authenticity." It said in a deep voice, "I must confirm the authenticity of your message."

"You have no way of confirming it." Anser answered casually, "The Word of Truth doesn't work on me, and only I can get this information. If I tell you, you have to pay me."

"...Haha, what a forced sale." Fafnir sneered, "Your devilish personality really hasn't changed at all."

Then, after a short silence of one or two seconds, it said indifferently: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"You, a miser, should have a portion of the [Water of Redemption] of the [Beast] element in your treasure house."

Hydra laughed softly, showing his fangs to someone unknown:

“I need it.”

"...What's the use of that?" Fafna didn't refuse, but looked at Anser with a strange look, "Why, you have been a pervert for too long and don't want to be a human anymore?"

“You just have to answer yes or no.”

"Deal." Fafnir said without thinking, and reached her hand into the shadow on the counter, half of her arm submerged in water, picked up a bottle filled with sticky black liquid, and threw it to Anser.

"Hmph... I don't know which poor person will suffer at your hands, but it has nothing to do with me."

Fafnir snorted coldly: "Go to hell soon, devil."

Anser shook the bottle, chuckling at Fafner's words without paying much attention:

"I wish you great success, Lord of the Crow's Nest."

Under the gaze of everyone in the bar, Anser waved to the leader of the empire's largest adventurer group and left.

After Anser left, a group of people rushed to the bar, surrounded Fafner, and asked in unison:

"Hey, Boss, is that guy really Faust? The Faust who claims to be able to defeat even the Archduke?"

"Why does he look so weak? I thought he was a super hunk!"

"Weak? Didn't you see him fighting with that old pervert Long Yu..."

"That's right. When this monster came into the city carrying a string of dragon heads, you were hiding in the basement and calling for your mother."

"Hey, Vig, what's wrong with you?"