The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Seeing that their boss didn't say anything, they turned their attention to the bartender who had finally calmed down a little: "What kind of drink did he ask you to mix that scared you like this?"

Vig was silent for a moment, his body still trembling a little, but he seemed to want to get rid of this fear by speaking out about his experience, forcing himself to calm down.

"The cup of fate he ordered required one drop of Saint's blood, one drop of believer's blood, one drop of mystic's blood, one drop of Beast King's blood, and ninety-nine drops of the suffering's tears."

"…What the hell? Is that guy some kind of evil sorcerer?"

Vig shook his head. "He said I would be the best bartender in the empire in the future, so he reserved a portion of the spoils for me...for his own enjoyment. To be honest...I didn't understand what he meant at the time, but he gave me a portion of the ingredients."

"…Ninety-nine tears of the suffering."

At this point, Vig's body began to tremble again. He staggered back, holding his head with both hands, and muttered to himself: "That is simply...that is simply..."

"Okay, don't push him anymore."

Fafnir ended the topic: "I have saved those ninety-nine tears. Let's talk about something else. Vig, you should leave work early and go back to rest for a while."

A strange existence that looks like a human but not a human, like a beast but not a beast, the Lord of the Crow's Nest, one of the few powerful men in the entire empire who has stumbled all the way to the fifth level without any powerful background. The sharp claws of the beast trembled slightly.

Precisely because it saved those tears for Vig, it understood better than anyone else where Vig's fear came from.

Those tears, just tears, were ten thousand times more terrifying than any abyss potion. Ordinary people would slide into the abyss without even drinking it, just by being infected by its scent.

Fafna couldn't think of any monster that could drink this thing. Abyss Potion, Water of Redemption? They were all just toys in front of this thing.

It is not the tears of the suffering, it is... despair and the abyss itself.

*

No one knew that Anser had made a long journey in such a short time.

After dealing with the increasingly streamlined and easy daily affairs, he finished his dinner quietly and returned to the study to devote the rest of the time to endless study. It was not until the bell rang that Ansel put down the book and prepared to end the day.

He looked through the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony and saw Xitana walking down the street with her arm around Marina.

Marina is still busy accelerating Anser's policies in the Red Frost Territory. Her meticulous and extremely careful principles and methods are very popular with Anser. Compared with Lady Violet in the original world line, Marina's methods are no longer cruel and ruthless, but there is still a sense of extreme coldness and rationality. Perhaps it is the influence of Anser, or... it is the inertia of fate.

However, Hitana, who served as her guard, was completely different. In the original future, Hitana at this time had experienced a lot. She only smiled occasionally when she was with the people of the Revolutionary Army. Her eyes and expressions were always dead silent on weekdays.

And now, the girl was chattering in her sister's ear, making Marina look helpless. Her eyes and expression were so lively and vivid, and she looked so comfortable and cute on her increasingly pretty face.

Anser had only been watching for a short while when she suddenly raised her head and looked around warily. In less than three seconds, she locked onto Anser standing by the French window. Then, the alertness on her face instantly melted into joy. She pulled Marina, jumped on the spot and waved her arms. Even through the French window, even though the distance was still a little far, Anser could hear the girl's passionate and affectionate call:

"Anser! Anser Anser! I'm back!"

Without waiting for Ansel to answer, she hurriedly pulled Marina and jogged all the way. After running for a short distance, she seemed to think that Marina could not keep up, so she picked her up, carried her on her shoulders, and ran into the mansion in a hurry amid her sister's exclamations.

Xitana's call seemed to still echo in his ears. When Ansher thought of the girl carrying her sister all the way here, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

However, this smile that he couldn't control just rose a little bit and then suddenly froze on his face.

"..."

Hydra silently touched his cheek, his fingertips running across the corner of his mouth.

As the fingers moved downwards little by little, the arc of the smile also gradually lost its previous warmth and color.

It was not until this smile returned to Anser's usual unobtrusive, very calm but gentle appearance that Anser put down his hand and said to himself:

"So much the better."

He left the study with this smile on his face to respond to Xitana's attachment and expectations.

At this moment, Hydra suddenly remembered what Fafner said to him after the transaction was completed.

Go to hell soon...

Anser couldn't help laughing in his heart.

It seemed like he had always been there and never left.

ps:

I'm so pissed. I sent you two chapters in a row. I don't think there is anything particularly revealing in the descriptions. I can't delete and resend the paid chapters, so I can only wait for the review.

Let's start a book club tomorrow, so that everyone won't become victims of genuine products, and we can also let go of ourselves and write some... Those who understand will understand. I have one chapter today, and there are five chapters left. Q group:: doctor [《》] 溜吧二衣7妻衣溜

Chapter 8: The Approaching War, Hydra's Insurance (K)

Although a war was imminent, the entire Red Frost Territory was still peaceful on the surface. Under Anser's operation, the entire territory had begun to resume operations even though the severe cold wave had just passed.

By dispatching extraordinary people to quickly repair the snow and large areas of frozen necrotic areas, and then using work-for-relief as a method to promote infrastructure restoration, most civilians can maintain their livelihoods. This abandoned land, which in the eyes of the northern nobles existed almost only for the Red Ice Python, turned out to be the first territory to revive after the cold wave passed.

It's just that it's difficult, and only those who have done it know how difficult it is.

The extraordinary can easily melt snow and burn ice, but why do they do this? To achieve the extraordinary and embark on the great road of transformation to a higher level of life, is it to work for these ordinary people who are not even as good as insects and ants? Therefore, to drive the extraordinary, there is always a big price to pay.

Work-for-relief is even more complicated. How to ensure stable working hours and avoid unlimited exploitation of civilians' labor, how to ensure that the allocated public funds can be accurately distributed to civilians, and how to ensure that civilians will not cheat when working...

In the final analysis, Anser has no political foundation of his own in the Red Frost Territory. The nobles seem to be able to respond to everything, but as long as Anser does not make a cruel enough threat or does not pay a clear enough price, they can always make a lot of things that you can't find out, just like when the coal was distributed during the great cold wave.

The power of the nobles is very necessary for Anser now, and he has no reason to stand against the third largest power in the empire. Cooperation is beneficial to both parties. From the perspective of interest exchange alone, they are the most valuable to Anser now.

"so."

Anther shook his wrist lightly, and the whip blade flew up and down, while Hitana either jumped or rolled, trying to avoid Anther's attack in a very embarrassed manner.

After the first stage, the two sides switched positions. Hitana, who was originally going to break through Anser's defense, now had to make sure that she was attacked by Anser less than three times within one minute.

The girl's tattered tights, which hung on her body almost like strips of cloth and exposed her soft and tender body, clearly reflected her current situation.

And under this violent attack, Anser kept saying things to Hitana, whose scalp was tingling, that she couldn't hear at all:

"When we return to the imperial capital, I don't ask you, Xitana, not to hate the nobles, but at least you have to behave more restrained, understand?"

tear-

The sound of cloth tearing was heard for who knows how many times. Xitana covered her face with her hands, her face flushed red, and shrilly said, "An, Anser! I don't want to practice anymore! I don't want to practice anymore!"

She sat down on the ground with a plop, and tried hard to piece together the pieces of tights. She looked so pitiful that if you didn't know her, you would think she was a helpless girl bullied by evil nobles.

However, the bold words this helpless girl said five minutes ago made her look a bit self-inflicted.

"Dodge the attack? That's too easy. Anser, just prepare to lose!"

Hitana, who was full of confidence at the beginning, can only shrink back while covering her key parts.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion...she felt that Anser seemed to be becoming more and more lustful recently.

But it doesn't seem like he's venting, or that his desires are out of control.

"Xitana, you rely too much on your intuition."

Anser put away Gleipnir and looked at Xitana who was shrinking like a sheep. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "That is indeed an amazing ability, but it also grows with your own growth. It is not an omnipotent power."

"Thinking about that again..."

The girl twisted her body. She never hid anything from Anser, so she said frankly, "But Anser, I think I am fine the way I am now."

She coughed lightly, closed her legs, moved her hand away, and casually swung her delicate little fist in the air, making a loud bang.

"I feel like when the fight starts, there's no time to think, the body moves on its own."

Obviously, she did not take yesterday's "victory" over Anser seriously, and still insisted on her rough and wanton fighting style that was no different from that of a wild beast.

It wasn't that Hitana thought Anther's method was bad. After all, in the battle with the assassins of the Time Society, she relied on the power of thinking to barely win a game.

But with Anther providing unlimited resources, and with the steady advancement of her extraordinary power, Xitana became more and more accustomed to a more self-centered way of fighting. She did not need any so-called thinking. When she was in the state of concentration, her body would make the most perfect choice for her.

Hitana likes this feeling, likes the joy of being unrestrained, pushing aside everything, and dominating herself, just like a lion running thousands of miles across the wilderness, hunting enemies with pure speed and power, or like a lone wolf walking through the woods on a snowy night, showing its claws like the god of death wielding a scythe.

She still remembered herself in the dream, and also remembered the scene she saw in Anser's dream. Although Shitana hated the cruel manipulation of fate, she expected to achieve the same greatness as that future.

When she thought of this, the beast in her soul roared with excitement. Shitana also felt that the key to her reaching the third level and awakening her spiritual essence lay in it.

"So... I decided to -"

"That won't do, Sitana."

Anser's voice sounded in her ears, and Sitana, who was about to tell Anser about her own path, trembled suddenly because she felt Anser's hand.

"An...Ansir." Miss Wolf moaned shyly and comfortably, "Don't always be like this..."

Anser, who was standing behind Xitana, said with a smile: "This is also part of the training. You have to get used to it, Xitana."

"There is no such thing as... training..."

She had clearly told Ansel before to stop doing such things, but Ansel still ignored her and always touched her during training, which made Hitana helpless and happy.

After all, which girl would refuse the man she loves to linger on her?

When Ansor failed to break through the last line, no matter how much Xitana resisted, she would always show some pure joy.

"Xitana." The young Hydra stroked the girl's hot cheek and said softly, "Of course I know how you are used to fighting. That's why I want you to change. You don't have to become the Sky Wolf Emperor. I promised that by my side... you can have a greater and brighter future."

He half-closed his eyes, as if he was comforting his lover, but also as if he was... taming a beast.

"So, put aside your instincts for now and follow my thoughts, okay?"

"Well...I know..."

The docile wolf agreed in a sweet voice, intoxicated by the tenderness and happiness brought by the person she admired: "I listen to Anser... Anser must be... right."

"Good girl."

Anser exhaled slowly, and the dark substance spread silently: "I will give you the best--"

"...Anser?"

The girl called his name in a sweet and innocent voice, twisting in his arms a few times impatiently: "What's wrong?"

After a brief silence, Anser chuckled and gently hugged Xitana into his arms: "You have become greedy, Xitana."

"Where, how can there be..."

Ansor didn't say anything else. His sea-blue eyes reflected the red profile of Hitana. No one knew what happened at that moment.

The darkness was immersed in silence, greedily spreading its evil invisible tentacles to the world, but was taken back by Ansor in an instant and sealed in a closed door that no one could see.

It didn't touch Hitana at all.

*

"Fengjing City and Daliuguang City have been infiltrated by the revolutionary army."

In the study, Marina was reporting today's work progress to Anser: "Mr. Savile's work is progressing very steadily. From the intelligence he sent, the revolutionary army did not find anything unusual."

She paused, then looked up at Anser: "'The losses in the Great Cold Wave were heavy, and the lords of the two cities were sanctioned by Hydra'... This bait is obviously very tempting to the Revolutionary Army. Now that they have already taken action, if nothing unexpected happens-"

Marina's words suddenly stopped because she found that Ansel was rarely... distracted?

The interruption of Marina's report brought Anser back to his senses. He smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, I was thinking about something else. Go on, Marina, I'm listening."

"Today's work has been reported, Mr. Anser."

Marina took a step forward, holding the documents. There was only a desk between her and Anser.

"You have concerns, Mr. Anser."

The girl tucked her snowy hair around her ears and said seriously, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"..."

Anser tapped the table lightly and suddenly laughed.

"Marina, get down."

"……what?"

Hydra leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, resting it on the desk: "Get down on my desk."

The girl, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly began to breathe rapidly, and her cheeks gradually turned red, but it was different from the lovable deep red of Bishitana. It was a light red with a bit of innate, alluring charm that was both resisting and inviting.

She bent down obediently and lay on Anser's desk like a cat, her long and thick eyelashes blinking slightly, and her eyes were shining with watery light.

"Marina." Anser reached out and stroked Marina's chin, and asked gently, "What did you see?"

"……you."

The girl's hot breath hit Anser's face. She looked at Anser without dodging, and her voice was touching: "I saw you, Mr. Anser."

Hydra didn't say anything, but his ocean-blue eyes, which reflected Marina's beautiful face, were filled with a deep darkness.

"So, now?" he whispered.

"..."