A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines - C.243: Hydral’s Dilemma - III

It was not a forceful seizure, it was not a sinister deception... ev Ravna didn't know how he did it, but anyway, the empress gave the Tower of Babel to Ansel. And Ansel? He didn't ev ask for it, he probably didn't ev make a subtle hint, and he easily took the tire Tower of Babel from that self-righteous Evora.

This is a good thing, a great thing in the eyes of all members of the Tower of Babel.

But only Ravna knew... Ansel's vision and future never included the era she was looking forward to.

Ev so, she could only bow her head slightly and respond with a calm voice: "Yes, this is my choice."

Rather than witnessing the collapse of the Tower of Babel in the storm, it is better to bet on the process of advancing smoothly under the protection of Hydral... and develop a power that can completely change the world.

If ev now is lost, what future is there to talk about?

"If you need it," Ravna Ziegler, who recognized the reality and made a choice, said in a low voice, "please order me, Lord Ansel.

The pact heads were silt, from their own perspective, it didn't matter what Ansel did, but objectively speaking... This woman must have made a very bad choice. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Now that you say it..." Ansel said meaningfully, "I suddly thought that there is indeed something I need you to do."

"Please say."

"Your body." He rested his chin on Seraphina's shoulder, half-smiling, "It's be a long time since you've se the sun, hasn't it?"

"..."

Ravna's body stiffed, and she didn't respond.

"After I took over the Tower of Babel, you don't have to worry about threats from the Etheric Academy. I'm not Evora. Since I promise that your path will be unimpeded, the Etheric Academy will not do things they shouldn't do, let alone... they are all a bit overwhelmed now, ar't they?"

After the game ded, Ansel reaped a lot while not forgetting to push the Etheric Academy into the fire pit. Although the empress was pleased with Ansel's few words at the time, thinking that she had severely hit her daughter's arrogance and proved that as long as she was there for a day, the master of the empire would always be her, but afterwards...

As the "culprit" that made the outcome of this game so ridiculous and absurd, the Etheric Academy, although not burned to ashes by Ephesande, could not avoid serious injury. Among the nine highest seats, there must be one or two unlucky ones who have to die.

"As for Sor's restrict, well... looking at your currt state, you should be almost ready to break it, so..."

The young Hydral raised a harmless smile on his face: "You don't need to continue to use puppets for activities, do you?"

"A body that can perfectly fit the soul is more helpful for daily life and experimtal research. This is also a good thing for you, isn't it?"

After a brief silce, Ravna nodded slightly: "I understand, Lord Ansel."

"You don't have to call me that." Ansel waved his hand, "Just call me Ansel, as always."

"Yes." Ravna stared at those sea-blue eyes and murmured softly: "As... always."

After Ravna left, Lawrce couldn't help but rush to Ansel's feet, squatting there and squeaking, "Young lord, that female puppet... didn't you not want her before? Now you want to take her as a pact head again?"

It seemed a bit presumptuous for Lawrce to be so casual, especially since Flamelle was still sitting there drinking tea. But no one thought there was anything wrong, because the relationship betwe the pact heads and Hydral was always like this, never a superior-subordinate relationship.

Ansel bt down and touched Lawrce's head with his finger, laughing lightly: "Whether it's her or not, it's hard to say."

"If the young lord needs the head of magic," Toradon said, "choosing the extraordinary beings who walk the Heavly Road is not very suitable."

"Here you go again." The rat, who was comfortably touched by Ansel, rolled his eyes, "The pact heads are supposed to help the young lord share the pressure, do you have to let the young lord find a neurotic like you?"

"Those who dare not set foot in the abyss are not worthy to be seekers."

Toradon sneered, complex and mysterious patterns emerging on his sorcerer's robe: "The truth is dless, the world that can be glimpsed on the Heavly Road is too narrow and shallow."

"Toradon is right."

Tyrus, who was always silt, also spoke at this time: "That girl, what she said is true. The young lord's situation... is not optimistic, and needs ough military power. If we can find someone with the same talt as Toradon in the magic path, it should be more beficial for the young lord."

"What are you all panicking about..." Lawrce turned a circle in place, very puzzled, "Our young lord must have his own plan, could it be that you think, is there anyone in the empire who can't be set up by our young lord, and can turn a to set up our young lord? Old Saville, you say isn't it?"

"Dear lord and young lord have their own considerations." Saville, as a butler, rarely expressed subjective opinions, "But Lawrce is right, in the empire, there is no one who can threat the young lord in terms of strategy."

"Right, boss, you say isn't it, there's nothing to worry about at all... boss, boss?"

"...Hmm?"

Flamelle, lost in thought with the teacup in hand, was brought back to reality by Lawrce's call. The mature and handsome middle-aged man revealed a slightly embarrassed smile, "I was just contemplating whether to annihilate all the fifth stages of the empire... Where were we in our conversation?"

"Uh..." Lawrce shrank back, hesitant to speak.

It was Ansel who calmly took over the conversation, "There's no need for such absurdity, Father. Ephesande would not allow you to do so."

"She, like you, is being eroded, but not foolish... I am your greatest hindrance, and the key for her to turn the tables wh the day of desperation comes. She will not allow me to be in a threat-free vironmt, or are you saying... you want to start a war with her now?"

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