The villain's way to tame the protagonist

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Three chapters were updated today, and two of them are interspersed in the front, Chapter 8 and Chapter 4. It is best to read them from the beginning. They are 4.5K and 1.65K respectively. And this chapter, K, adds up to words, which is unbearable.

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Chapter 89: A Problem That Should Not Exist

Boom, boom, boom.

The dull sound of footsteps and the sound of canes falling to the ground echoed in the empty hall. As Anser moved forward step by step, the torches on the pillars on both sides of the hall began to emit faint purple flames.

Savile, who had always obeyed Anther during this period, was also standing behind Anther at this moment, but his posture was completely different from usual. The old man lowered his head, bent slightly, placed one hand on his chest and the other hand behind his back, and followed Anther in a polite manner, as if he was meeting some great existence, the supreme king he served.

And that is the fact.

This palace is a treasure from the ancient Zhengtian Dynasty. It was excavated from the Zero Point Maze by Flamel with the combined efforts of seven clan leaders. It is a very important dynasty relic in the history of the empire.

It was transformed by Flamel into the strongest alchemical fortress in the world. Of course, Flamel himself was a peace-loving man and had no interest in war. He made the alchemical fortress so terrifying, firstly for deterrence and secondly for fun.

"Oh, the young master is back?"

In the empty hall, the voice of a little boy, sounding a little childish, suddenly rang out.

"…Lawrence."

Anser paused, looked down at his feet, and smiled gently, "Long time no see."

"Well... it's been two months now."

At Anser's feet, there was a mouse with its arms crossed.

Yes, it has gray-black fur, long and thin whiskers, and looks a bit fat...a mouse.

On the mouse's long tail, there was a snake-shaped ring with its mouth wide open, as if it was swallowing something.

It nodded seriously and said, "This is the first time that the young master has traveled so far. Old Sa, have you taken good care of the young master?"

The leader of the Devourers, Lawrence Disaster.

"Mr. Lawrence, the young master doesn't need anyone to take care of him. All I have to do is follow the young master's orders."

Savile still maintained a respectful look with his head bowed and his back slightly bent: "Also, please respect the master on the Nothon."

"Oh, you are always so serious. No wonder the young master takes you with him when he goes out, but not me."

Lawrence shook his beard, shook his head and sighed, "Alright, come with me. I don't know why you came to see the boss in person, but it must be very important."

The fat Rat walked in front. They passed through the long main hall and walked through the fortress that was as complex as a maze. Lawrence led the way and chattered:

"Young Master, have you heard about Tyr? The guy climbed ashore from Deep Blue Harbor City the day before yesterday and dragged a dragon whale up. I was wondering where he had gone after disappearing for more than half a month, but I didn't expect him to go on vacation in the Lost Sea. No wonder I didn't find him."

"Torado blew up an elemental tower. The idiot Duke Mosu went crazy and searched the whole empire for the murderer. To this day, no one knows who did it."

"And Long Jin... Long Jin is even more powerful, he——"

The rat, who didn't look particularly dirty but rather quite funny, sighed, "Everyone's life is so exciting, but why can't I, Lawrence, just run around in the sewers or lie on the boss's test bench, without even a chance to become famous?"

It turned its head to look at Savile and said with sympathy, "So, Old Savile and I are in the same boat. Oh, no... I seem to be better off than you. At least some people know me, Lawrence, but it seems that no one knows you at all, hahahahaha."

Savile ignored him, and they came to a closed door. Lawrence stopped talking nonsense and turned to Anser and said:

"The boss was still doing an experiment just now, but now that you are here, he should have stopped. Lao Sa and I will be waiting for you outside, young master."

Anser said nothing, pushed open the heavy door silently, and his figure disappeared into the automatically closing door.

Lawrence looked up at the door that was as big as a mountain to him. After making sure it was closed tightly, he immediately jumped onto Savile's shoulder and whispered stealthily in the old butler's ear:

"Old Sa, why did the young master take the initiative to come to the boss? What big thing happened?!"

To be honest, when Lawrence learned that Ansher was coming to the Notong, he was completely stunned. As Flamel's pledge, they knew best how complicated the relationship between the father and son was.

"...I don't know either." Xavier sighed deeply, "This is an unshirkable responsibility."

"Uh, you don't know either?" Lawrence was stunned, his expression became even more terrified - to be honest, although it was just a mouse, the vividness of its expression was no different from that of a human.

"I want to hide something from you..."

Shushu gasped, "How serious is this?"

Inside the house, in one of the countless alchemy rooms of the Notong, Anser, holding a cane, stared at the man standing in the center of the magic circle, surrounded by countless strange instruments. After a moment of silence, he said softly:

"Long time no see, father."

"…Hmm? Oh, Arthur."

The man turned his head and looked at Anser, his eyes full of surprise. He smiled heartily: "Wait a moment, I'm debugging here, um... debugging some things."

There seemed to be something in his palm, something that could not be described in words, gradually forming, somewhere between existence and non-existence, and the vague outline created a distorted position around it.

Ansher closed his eyes and waited quietly for his father.

Time passed by second by second. After an unknown amount of time, a loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears. However, the sound disappeared immediately after it was made. It was very strange.

"This is really a bit tricky... Never mind, Arthur, sorry for the wait."

Hearing this, Ansher opened his eyes and saw that his father had finished the experiment. He looked at him with a smile.

He looked like a more mature Anser without that evil charm, but his hair color was completely different from Anser, his messy medium-length hair was dark black.

The man's smile was very hearty. Compared to Anser's unpredictable smile, he seemed more innocent and kind. Just looking at his appearance, no one would believe... Under this skin, there lived a monster that was on the verge of madness.

"It's been two years since we last met."

Flamel, the true and most terrifying villain of the empire, stepped forward, touched Anser's head, and said with surprise and emotion: "So much has changed in two years... Really-"

"Father."

Ansel interrupted Flamel's words. He didn't seem to have the slightest intention of reminiscing about the past with his father, even though they hadn't seen each other for two years and even though he still called Flamel "father".

"I have something important to ask you."

Flamel was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and raised his finger, and a cup filled with light golden liquid appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He took a sip and said with interest, "It's rare for you to come to me in person, Arthur, just to 'ask' something."

Anser didn't waste any words. He stared straight into his father's eyes, which were the same blue as his own and as blue as the sea, and said seriously:

"Have you ever failed in the process of signing the contract?"

"..."

This alchemist master, whose level of talent was unknown to anyone, was stunned for several seconds.

"Uh...Arthur, what did you just say?"

Flamel rubbed one of his temples.

"I failed," Anser replied. "I found the bond-holder I needed, but she failed to connect with me."

Having said this, he fell silent.

Flamel also fell silent. He sipped his wine, frowned slightly, and spoke after about two or three seconds:

"Arthur, you have to understand one thing - for us, signing the contract is just a metaphor."

"...I know." Ansher lowered his eyes and whispered.

Essentially, there is no contractual relationship between Hydra and Qishu. The process of turning a certain being into Qishu is just to use Hydra's supreme essence to "assimilate" the other party into a part of him. To a certain extent, it can also be regarded as a conquest achieved by pure violence.

In other words, Qishou’s own wishes played no role in this process.

"Theoretically, there is only one possibility."

Flamel shrugged. "Our person and elements failed to overwhelm each other, so assimilation failed... Wait -"

His expression changed, and he looked at Anser with great expectation, and said excitedly:

"Arthur, you want to make Oveliana's daughter your daughter? Really? If it's true, I will definitely--"

"No." Anser interrupted Flamel who was suddenly excited, "It has nothing to do with Feast Flame."

“…That’s impossible.”

When Flamel heard that he was not from the royal family, he said with some boredom: "Since it is not the Feast of Flames, then it is even less likely to be the Dragon King or the Abyss Caller. Arthur is not capable of running away from such a place without any harm."

The only ones that could not be completely suppressed and assimilated by Hydra's essence were three other "God Species" of the same sixth rank.

After saying this, he suddenly became interested again: "But if the guy you mentioned, Arthur, really exists, she should have reached the end. A fifth end suddenly appeared on this continent?"

"…She's not." Ansel stroked his cane, "At least not now."

"Not now... Well, even if it's just not now, this situation shouldn't be happening."

Flamel, his father couldn't give him an answer either - in fact, if Ansel couldn't come to a conclusion on this matter, then Flamel probably wouldn't be able to come to a conclusion either.

After all, for Hydra, signing the covenant is as natural as instinct, and no generation of Hydra has ever had such a problem.

So, to some extent, Anser’s problem...maybe it can be considered unsolvable.

"Is there still such a thing?"

Flamel's eyebrows raised slightly: "Then how about bringing her to me? I should be able to solve Arthur's problem."

Anser closed his eyes, and after a long silence, he bowed slightly:

"No need, father. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm going to leave now."

"Leaving now?" Flamel was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Can you repair Gleipnir for me, or take some more useful things before leaving? I have been--"

Just as he was about to talk about his research results, Anser just repeated the sentence calmly without any emotion:

"No need, father."

"..."

The man with a beaming face opened his mouth. He was neither angry nor sad, and he didn't say anything more. He just smiled and rubbed Ansel's head.

"Then let Lawrence take you there."

Ansel nodded slightly, turned around, and the door opened automatically.

Flamel looked at his son's back, raised his hand, drank the liquid in the cup, and watched his figure disappear through the crack of the closing door.

But just when the door was about to close completely, Flamel suddenly seemed to have thought of something and shouted to Anser:

"Arthur."

Time froze at this moment, and his voice was heard through the gap in the almost closed door.

"…What's wrong, father?"

Anser stopped and only showed Flamel his side profile.

"I was thinking, if it's not the other party's problem, then——"

Flamel said this, but paused. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, that's impossible. Just pretend I didn't say anything, and I won't affect your thinking."

He raised the cup in his hand towards Anser: "Come to the capital if you have time. Your mother misses you very much."

"..."

Anser left without saying a word.

As the door closed completely, Flamel scratched his head and sighed:

"My lady, educating children is really difficult. Arthur has reached the age where he hates his parents. What do you think we should do?"

"Forget it, Arthur always has his own considerations. There's nothing to worry about."

Flamel originally wanted to say, if there was no problem with the other party, then the problem... could it be himself as Hydra?

After all, if Anser didn't intend to treat the other party as a pledge of allegiance, how could it be effective?

But when he thought of his son's character and abilities, Flamel rejected this possibility.

After all, how could his son, Anser Hydra, be someone who would be indecisive about such a matter?