The villain's way of taming the protagonist

These words made the complexions of some nobles instantly turn pale.

In fact, although the ice corpses in front of Anser's mansion in Scarlet Frost City looked very scary after the end of the great cold wave, as Marina said, "there were not as many as expected".

The Earl of Hard Rock has held the measure well. The poor in the outer city, pay attention, are the poor. The death rate of the poor is only about 40.00%. The civilians whose living standards are barely passable basically do not die.

This is extremely rare in the great cold wave in the Northland, especially the Chishuang Territory, which never cares about the life and death of the poor. Basically, as Anser said before, whenever the rare cold wave comes, the nobles will let Those poor people who "damaged the appearance of the city" were all frozen to death, and they were entitled to clean up the garbage.After all, after a while, people will fill in, because the people in the Northland are very fertile, and the terrible natural disaster of the Great Cold Wave does not come every year, that is to say, it has been too frequent in the past 20 years, and it has occurred three times.In the past, it only appeared once every fifteen to twenty years.

As for the other nobles, under Anser's "inspiration", most of them are passable, basically maintaining the death rate of the poor at around 50.00%, and some of them deliberately distribute useful coal to the strong labor force.

But there are very few...some guys who are too stingy and stupid, and think that Anser is just talking, but they are really just perfunctory, and let the cold wave almost "clean up" the poor people in their own city.

"I am very sorry about this." Anser sighed, "Earl Stone, do you think I should forgive them?"

The man sitting on Anser's right hand smiled: "That depends on their sincerity. Your tolerance is not something cheap."

"Master Hydera!"

Immediately someone fell to his knees and knocked his head loudly: "Forgive me... Please forgive me! My property, everything I have, I am willing to dedicate to you! Please forgive my stupidity, forgive me My stupidity!"

The civilians under the aristocrat probably would not have imagined that the domineering, contemptuous and extorting animal would tremble and kneel in front of a young man like a dog, begging the other party with the most humble and unbearable gesture. forgiveness.

Nobles always value their dignity, but what is dignity in the face of the horror brought by Hydera?

This young Hydera has already proved himself. He has proved his majesty with the death of the Earl of Scarlet Frost and the "value" of so many people.

When necessary, he will be the perfect collaborator; when the taboo is violated, he will be the devil you never want to face.

"Why be so humble, Baron Hemu." Anser looked down at him with a compassionate expression, "Do you think I am some kind of extremely cruel and murderous devil in your eyes?"

If it was just extremely cruel, then we would not be so afraid.It's just that Baron Hemu and the other two nobles who also knelt down and begged for mercy dared not say this sentence.

"How about this."

Anser stood up and said generously, "I am willing to give you a chance."

Earl Jianshi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the other nobles were silent, but they had already started to make plans in their hearts.

And those three stupid nobles didn't have time to think so much, they kept thanking and praising Anser for his kindness.

"Since Baron Hemu said that he is willing to give everything of himself."

Hydera stroked her cane, and smiled harmlessly:

"I think this proposal is very good."

"Your territory, your people, your property, your possessions—I need these things, and they belong to the Revolutionary Army. Well, the same goes for the other two."

In the dead silence, Anser said briskly: "In the past four days, I have conducted a survey in Chishuang, and found that... this is indeed a land that is very suitable for the growth of the revolutionary army."

"I think it's time to give these eager audiences a chance to perform."

Earl Jianshi opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he remained silent.

He had no idea what Anser was doing this for, but he was very clear about one thing—that is, Anser's thinking must have been infinitely farther than his, but it would be foolish to have any doubts about Anser.

"But, I, this..."

Baron Hemu squeezed out a smile with great difficulty: "Even if, even if I really give in, they, the rats in the sewers of the New World...don't dare to occupy the territory of the nobles."

The two Grand Dukes of the Northland don't care much about the activities of the Revolutionary Army on the surface, so this group of people can have room for development in the Northland.

However, the revolutionary army who call themselves [New World], as long as there is any transgression, such as blatantly attacking the city and looting land, the elites under the command of the two grand dukes can kill those guys within three days, the nobles We all think so.

"That's not something you have to think about."

Anser's smile remained unchanged.

He is merciful, kind, and tolerantly looking down at the nobles who are high above his territory, with a gentle voice:

"You just need to consider whether you choose to accept my mercy..."

"Or, bear the price of betraying my trust?"

Baron Hemu met those sea-blue eyes in horror.

At that moment, he seemed to see his future self.

——He didn’t die, but the one who was drained of value could no longer be called a “human” self.

"Thank you... thank you for your mercy, thank you for your mercy..."

This evil party, which was scolded and hated by countless civilians, kowtowed to Anser in tears.

So, from the heart.

*

After returning to the mansion, Anser sat on the soft sofa in the lounge, and Yura stood behind him, gently pinching his shoulders.

"You should take a good rest, young master." Savile said softly, "In the past four days, you have exhausted your mind too much."

Anser couldn't help laughing and said, "Saville, you think me too weak."

"No, but—" Old Savile opened his mouth, and finally shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I support all your wishes, but your work during this time is a bit too crazy."

He said to Anser seriously: "I can assure you, when the master didn't have any deeds, he was no different from most dandies, not like you are now..."

Anser raised his hand, motioning for Savile to stop.

"What about my father has nothing to do with me."

The young Hydera half-closed her eyes and said softly, "I'm just doing what I should do."

The old man fell silent and said no more.

To this day, he still doesn't know what is driving Anser forward.

His father is the greatest alchemist in history, and his family is Hydera who can crush any enemy. In this world, he is second only to a few fifth-level existences of sixth-level to strong, and he can drive enough There were seven people, and even the great emperor who was sitting on the throne cast a favor on him.

Savile couldn't understand what his young master was thinking about and what he was anxious about... Maybe it was because the trauma caused by the incident at the age of ten still couldn't heal, but why at this age, Anser still looked like an ascetic among the nobles?Even the so-called "self-indulgence" is just playing with women, even too gentle.

"But it was tiring to push that big guy that far away."

Anser tilted his head back slightly, and Yura raised his hands very intimately, rubbing his temples.

"If you don't have a Qi capital, it's really too reluctant to drive it at will."

"I hope Miss Sitana is worth your trouble." Saville sighed.

"She must be worth it."

Anser raised his eyebrows confidently, as proudly as if showing off his incomparably precious treasure:

"She's one of the best, uh..."

The boy turned his head to look at the silent Marina: "Are you right, Marina?"

"...Xie'er's talent." The girl lowered her head, "I don't know much about the world of superhumans, but I think it should be...very strong."

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Mr. Anser, I—"

"By the way, Marina, what do you think is the intention of what I said to you before entering the reception hall?"

Anser's sudden question interrupted Marina's words.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and after careful consideration, she answered earnestly:

"Compared to the requirements on the surface, being able to realize your 'private' thoughts is obviously more valuable, it can please you more, and it can prove the loyalty of the nobles to you."

"So, you deliberately mentioned this to me, and the nobles who heard those words will use [-]% of their energy and investment to carry out the post-disaster reconstruction of Chishuang City and help the civilians of Chishuang City, because this is their Self-righteous, conjectural results."

"They will even scramble for this, so...compared with you directly proposing it at the meeting, letting the nobles take the initiative to do this is more efficient and will not waste your resources."

Anser laughed happily: "Your progress is becoming more and more obvious, Marina. As I said, you have a talent no less than Sitana, isn't it obvious?"

Marina smiled shyly. She seemed to only show this kind of expression in front of Anser: "You are too good... no, thank you for your approval."

She bowed slightly towards Anser, her eyes were burning like fire.

It doesn't matter, even if you are not a superhuman, it doesn't matter.

Now, I can also bring help to Mr. Anser, and I also have... the same value as Seele.

*

At this point, after a long journey.

The tired wolf finally returned to her hometown.

ps:

Suddenly, it dawned on me, the speed of light was able to handle 6K, I am awesome!

Chapter 69 The Devil Who Follows Like a Shadow (6.5K)

It has been less than two months since she left the village, but Xitana feels as if two years have passed.

Everything that happened from being taken captive by Earl Scarlet Frost to now seems like a psychedelic and absurd dream.

Good, bad, what she was angry with, what she was sad about, what she was nostalgic for, what she abandoned... so many things, because of Anser's words, became a heartbreaking emptiness.

Sitana Lancemallos, played like a clown, has been moved again and again.

And the guy who never lied to himself... Well, in the end, he kept his promise very honestly.

But in the days and nights after leaving Scarlet Frost City, Xitana wished countless times that he could deceive herself forever.

Sitana lost her own sister and the man who changed her life.

She thought over and over again, wondering why Anser insisted on saying these things. After the anger subsided, there was only loneliness and a void that could not be filled.

But no matter how she thought about it, Sitana couldn't get an answer, or... she didn't want to get an answer either.

Because in the past few days, the only answer she could get was... Anser, I'm tired of myself.

He doesn't need himself anymore, so knowing that he will leave after knowing the truth, he still confessed everything to her.

Only this matter, Hitana can not accept.

Because Ansel clearly said...

"You clearly said... you won't want me."

The girl with a dazed expression stared at her reflection in the ice lake, and murmured.

Xitana has never been a person with great wisdom. Her departure was purely due to the collapse, anger, and despair of being played by others. But if she were to put Anser down in such a short time, she would never possible.

"...Go to hell, liar."

The wolf wiped off the weakness and confusion on his face with ice water, under the wet snow-colored short hair, his eyes were dead and cold.

The road home is long but not long.

With her footsteps, she walked back to the village in four days, but what she experienced along the way made Xitana's already closed and cold heart even more lonely and dangerous.

After four days, she didn't meet any good people.

When she left Chishuang's collar, she only took her own things with her, and all the money she used came from undercover.

Those who blocked the road, those who cheated, those who put drugs in the food, those who put poison in the hotel room...

These days, Sitana can always recall what Anser had said in small talk with her.

"Sitana, kindness has nothing to do with wealth."

"But often, being rich always makes people more comfortable, while being poor makes people have no choice."

"Without taking into account the reasons for being rich and poor, do you think people who are calm are more likely to be unscrupulous, or people who have no choice are more likely to be unscrupulous?"

Sitana once denounced Anser's nonsense, saying that Anser always confuses good and evil in this way, but Anser just replied with a smile:

"I'm not discussing good and evil with you, Sitana. I'm just explaining to you the choices people will make based on their own circumstances and positions."

"But you don't look at good and evil from the results of choices, but always from the standpoint. This may be right for you, but it may not necessarily be a good thing."

"In this way, it's kind of like a beast that protects its own group, hehehe..."

There are many more words like this... Now that I think about it, Sitana understands that that guy has already hinted at her countless times.

It's just that she never listened to Anser's words, not even once.

Even now, Sitana doesn't want to think about the troublesome truths Anser said.

"Stop thinking about him."