The villain's way of taming the protagonist

Anser swung his wine glass and said with a smile: "I really like the gold you gave me, I like the magic crystal you gave me very much, and I also like the pair of sisters. Look, there is this—"

He shook the stack of documents in his hand: "There is also a proof of our friendship."

"Oh... there is no evidence, killing an earl casually, it will be very troublesome to deal with afterwards."

The young nobleman first sighed with emotion, and then solemnly said to Earl Chishuang:

"Thank you for saving me a lot of precious time. I will cherish this dedication that is more dazzling than gold. Well... seven days, not seven days is too long, three days."

"During the three days you are dried, I will promise that nothing will desecrate your corpse."

Anser, who said so, continued to knead Miggie beside him, and at the same time lazily said: "Do it, Savile."

An old man in a tuxedo behind him nodded slightly, and the moment he raised his hand, Earl Chishuang yelled in horror:

"Wait! I... I know what you want! You think that only the information is not enough, right! Manpower... yes, manpower! Viscount Longbing for the smuggling route, Viscount Sao Feng for the plundering route, and... In short No matter who it is! I can kill them! No, you can execute them and replace them with someone you like! This way you can ensure that all routes are under your control!"

"Oh! Don't forget to recommend two more capable people, you are too considerate of me, Your Excellency Earl!"

Anser couldn't help applauding Earl Chishuang's dedication: "You are really my friend! It's a pity that Hydera has never had friends, so..."

With great regret, he made a mourning gesture for Earl Chishuang: "For our friendship to be frozen in such a beautiful moment, please go to death."

"Saville—"

"and many more!"

"Still waiting?" Anser looked dissatisfiedly at the tall man who got up suddenly, "Our friendship is not squandered like this, Your Excellency the Earl!"

"Hydra...Your Excellency."

Earl Scarlet Frost will try his best to suppress the panic. He stared at Anser, and said every word: "Are you going to kill me? Right here, right now? Just to kill me, you will not hesitate to tear up your business. Six full years of disguise?"

He breathed out the fear in his heart, and his brain was running at an unprecedented speed: "I don't believe that I have the value worthy of you. If you really want to judge me, at least take me to the imperial capital! Now you, no Qualified to execute me on the spot!"

That's right...that's right, if it was that Flamel, he and his family would have already been turned into alchemy potions, but now he is facing Anser... This monster, he really has been pretending!But so what, it is definitely not for fun that he pretended for so long, there must be a deeper purpose, if he can drag the matter to the imperial capital, maybe the Grand Duke of the Gray Tower——

"'The Grand Duke of the Gray Tower may give me a chance to survive'——you are thinking like this, right? Your Excellency the Earl."

Anser closed one eye, and used the other eye to observe Earl Scarlet Frost's face through the wine glass and liquid.

Distorted, muddy, misshapen, obnoxious.

"It's just..." The young and handsome noble boy shrugged, "We made an agreement, he will give me three."

"..." Earl Chishuang opened his mouth wide, and the originally suppressed fear and despair instantly lowered his neck and spine.

Anser stared at Earl Chishuang who was trembling all over, and his body couldn't help shaking.

After shaking for two seconds, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, and cheerful and clear laughter echoed in the banquet hall.

"Hahahaha... No, Earl, you...hahahaha... Do you really believe it? Do you really believe that I will share the money with him?"

Anser, who was rocking back and forth with a smile, waved the document in his hand: "Then why do I need these? It seems that your trust in the Grand Duke of the Gray Tower is nothing more than that."

Anser, who no longer had the slightest concealment, let out a breath, handed the document to Saville, shook his head and sighed: "It seems that I have done a good job in the past six years, and you can actually make you think from the bottom of my heart that I will take over these... rubbish .”

Anser, who has always made people feel like a spring breeze, suddenly lost the smile on his face.

He looked at Earl Chishuang expressionlessly, obviously looking up, but seemed to be staring down at him.

"There is obviously a more effective way to use it, there is obviously a more perfect way to control it, and there is obviously a more incomprehensible way to plunder...you wastes are complacent about the benefits you have obtained with such a cheap and ridiculous means. "

"I feel sad from the bottom of my heart when I think of being part of the evil party with you."

He rested his elbow on the armrest, clenched his fist with one hand to support his head on the side, and said in great displeasure, "A villain who can't even be loved by others deserves to be called a villain?"

"...Madman, Hydera will only give birth to lunatics, there is no difference between you and your monster ancestors!"

Earl Chishuang, who already knew he had nowhere to go, overturned the entire dining table while yelling and cursing in shock and anger.

It has to be said that even though he has fallen to this point, Earl Chishuang still has a lot of strength in the northern land known for his bravery.

But the tableware, wine and food that were supposed to fall on Anser's face crashed...on Earl Chishuang himself.

"Look." Anser, who was crossing his legs, spread his arms, "This kind of annoyed loser is too despicable to accept."

He sighed faintly: "The villain who can't even accept failure, let's suck his mother's milk—oh, by the way, is the Earl's mother still alive?"

"Anser!!!"

boom--!

The two-meter-high and four-hundred-jin body flew upside down, scaring the concubines and concubines in the banquet hall to scream in terror, but no one dared to run away.

"Disrespectful."

The old man behind Anser didn't move, he just said that expressionlessly.

Yelling at someone's name is more offensive than greeting someone's mother, and quite legitimately so.

"why……"

Earl Chishuang, who was about to lose his mind, squeezed out words through his teeth: "Why... why is it me! What's the point of you doing this! What the hell are you doing, a mad dog who has been pretending for six years!?"

Saville frowned slightly, and was about to take a step forward, Anser raised his hand to signal him to stop, then took the cane from him, and walked leisurely to Earl Scarlet Frost?

"Why?" Anser looked down at him with a smile, "Isn't the answer your own? Your Excellency the Earl."

He poked the stick hard into the back of Earl Chishuang's head, and pressed his whole head on the floor, with an indescribably happy tone:

"It's like you think that as long as you kill a few magistrates and tax officials, those 'untouchables' will settle down honestly; it's like you think it's ridiculous that they are excited and pin their hopes on me..."

The young Hydera bent down, and his handsome and heroic face seemed to be covered with deep darkness. Like a snake dripping venom, he whispered to Earl Chishuang:

"You keep convincing yourself that 'Anser Hydera is different from other Hydera, he is negotiable', 'everything he did to Chishuang was to increase bargaining chips', 'Since there are Trade and I'll live', that clown racking his brains, selling everything to survive, but not knowing that he never had a choice, really—”

He straightened up, opened his arms, took a long and deep breath, and then sighed comfortably:

"Really, it's hilariously funny."

Earl Chishuang, who was ridiculed in this way, was not angry at the moment.

He only felt the coldness from the inside out.

Countless pairs of cold hands stretched out from the blood vessels, gripping his internal organs, crushing his bones, and piercing the thorn called fear deep into his flesh and blood.

He did so much, not for justice for those untouchables, not for his own wealth, but just for the moment...to trample and torture his dignity and soul?

Suddenly, Earl Chishuang heard what Anser said just now.

[I feel sad from the bottom of my heart when I think of being part of the evil party with you]

Chapter 3 Crazy Like Me

"Oh, by the way, Earl, you reminded me that I really can't kill an Earl at will now, and the necessary procedures still have to go, so—"

Anser raised his right hand, and the snake head ring on his thumb began to reflect a bloody flame.

"According to Yan Yan's order, Anser Hydera declares that the temporary court of the empire is here to open."

A circular blood flame emblem was projected on the top of the snake ring with a buzzing sound. The pattern in the center of the circle was a strange beast like a lion or wolf devouring a large mass of blood flame.

This is the emblem of the Yanyan royal family that no one in the entire continent dares to forge.

Anser, holding a cane in one hand, announced happily:

"I, Ansel Hydra, serve as the presiding judge, judge, clerk, prosecutor, bailiff, jury member, and executioner of this court—well...etc."

He turned around suddenly, and waved to the beautiful girl who had been touched several times by him.

"Beautiful girl, please come here."

After being stunned for a full three seconds, the other party leaned towards Anser tremblingly.

Before she could fully approach, the chuckling young nobleman pulled her directly into his arms.

He put one arm around the other's trembling waist, grabbed the woman's hand with his right hand, and stroked it carefully.

"In addition to your neck, your hands are also very beautiful, slender, slender, and full of strength at the same time, um...Your Excellency Earl's vision is still very good."

Anser whispered in the woman's ear like a lover: "What's your name?"

"Yu, Yura... Yura Nanaga."

The woman shrunk her body into a ball, her voice almost leaking from her lips.

"Miss Nanaga, you should have been a pianist before, right?"

Yura's body froze. Under the extreme fear, she never thought that Anser would say such a sentence—and, he was right.

"Looks like I guessed it right." Anser chuckled, "Ah...forgive me for being presumptuous, but these are indeed a pair of beautiful hands that seem to be blasphemy if they don't play the piano."

Then, he hummed a light and agile tune in Yura's ear. Yura grasped her revealing dress tightly and exclaimed subconsciously: "Spring, Spring Concerto..."

"Don't you think this piece is very suitable for you to play?"

Anser lightly tapped Yula's slender waist with his five fingers, as if he was really playing the piano, and at the same time whispered in the woman's ear: "Imagine you are wearing a dress and your long hair is coiled up. In the light of the Empire Theatre, the neck glows with the holy light of angel wings."

"Your hands... will steal everyone's attention the moment you lift the piano cover."

Yula fell into chaos amidst Anser's murmur, she could clearly feel that dark, clammy, sticky scary thing entangled herself again, stroking and licking her whole body, but even so, She was completely... completely uncontrollable, as if she was about to drown in that young, slightly hoarse voice when she whispered.

——Even if she was strangled to death at this moment, she couldn't break free from the ray of warmth in the darkness.

"—But, that's fake."

Yura's heartbeat stopped for an instant.

The boy was still whispering in her ear, but that ambiguous, warm voice was filled with compassion that made her suffocate.

"You know, Miss Nanaga, that's fake, you don't have that day anymore. After being caught and imprisoned here by His Excellency the Earl, and trained to be a plaything for people like me, from that moment on, that wonderful The dream has already left you."

"...Goo, woo, ah—"

First fingertips, then palms, arms, and finally spread to the whole body. Poor Miss Yura trembled violently. She tightly grasped Anser's collar, and there were unstoppable tears in her crazy and turbulent eyes. Flowing down, short meaningless syllables came out of the mouth.

When she saw Anser for the first time, she might have been fortunate that as a "plaything", she could dedicate the most important first time to such a handsome boy.

But now?What did she feel?fear?despair?Yura didn't know, she no longer knew what she was thinking, after the brief but intoxicating warmth of magic, the viciousness that cruelly pierced her heart tore her self into humble pieces.

Anser stroked her hair lovingly: "I feel sad for you from the bottom of my heart, Miss Nanaga. And I also know that it's just like this, it can't comfort you."

He held Yura's

face, staring into those gray eyes that could no longer find any full emotion.

"Do you know what else you can use your beautiful hands for?"

Anser whispered in her ear:

"It's perfect for shooting guns."

"……shot?"

"Ah, that's right." The young man nodded and replied, "Shoot, well, it's very simple, hold the handle tightly, aim at the enemy, and pull the trigger."

In the woman's bewildered and broken eyes, Anser smiled and tapped the snake-headed cane lightly.

In the next second, the majestic and cold cane was transformed into a huge... black hand cannon in the melodious concerto composed of twisting of the mechanism, friction of steel, and interlacing of parts!

Anser aimed the black "cannon muzzle" at Earl Chishuang, and pronounced the sentence expressionlessly:

"The Earl of Red Frost, Cantrell Red Frost, this prosecutor will charge you with embezzlement, tax evasion, tax evasion, illegal tax collection, malicious hoarding of food, sabotage of the market, smuggling of national reserve resources, vicious murder, large-scale looting, human trafficking, etc. A total of 32 counts against you."

"Because of the overwhelming evidence, the members of the jury, the judge, and the presiding judge announced that you are guilty immediately. You will be deprived of the title of earl, all property will be confiscated, and you will be executed in court."

"Execution method, shooting."

"The Executioner, Anser Hydra, and... Yura Nanaga."

After declaring this, Anser stuffed the pitch-black hand cannon into Yura's palm.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Nanaga."

He pressed Yura's cheek tenderly, put his hand on the back of her hand, and helped her put his finger on the trigger.

Ah... that kind of warmth, the kind of warmth that embraced her, deceived her, and redeemed her... the dark warmth.

"I told you, you're a good shot."

At this moment, the feeling of darkness that almost hanged Yura struck again.

But for some reason, Yura was almost... no longer afraid.

In her ears, there was only that person's voice.