A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 119  The Coming Battle and Hydral’s Insurance - I

Although the imminent battle looms, the entire Red Frost territory maintains an outward tranquility. Under Ansel's management, even though the severe cold wave has just passed, the whole territory has already begun to resume operations. By deploying extraordinary beings to rapidly repair the accumulated snow and large frozen dead areas, and then using labor to promote infrastructure recovery, the majority of civilians can maintain their livelihood. This abandoned land, which in the eyes of the northern nobility exists almost solely for the Blazing Ice Viper, is surprisingly the first territory to show signs of life after the passage of the severe cold wave.

However, the difficulties involved are only known to those who undertake this task.

Extraordinary beings can easily melt accumulated snow and corrode ice, but why should they do so? To achieve the extraordinary, to embark on the grand path of transformation to a higher level of life, is it to serve these civilians who are no better than ants? Therefore, to drive the extraordinary, a considerable price must always be paid.

And labor substitution is even more complex, how to ensure the stability of working hours without exploiting the labor of civilians, how to ensure that the allocated public funds can be accurately delivered to the civilians, how to ensure that civilians do not slack off during work...

In the final analysis, Ansel does not have his own political foundation in the Red Frost territory. The nobles seem to be omnipotent, but as long as Ansel does not make a sufficiently ruthless deterrent, or does not pay a sufficiently clear price, they can always create a bunch of things that you can't find out, just like when the severe cold wave distributed coal. The power of the nobles is very necessary for Ansel now, he has no reason to stand on the opposite side of the third largest power in the empire. Cooperation is beneficial to both parties, just from the perspective of interest exchange, they are now the most valuable to Ansel.

"So," Ansel gently shook his wrist, the blade whip flipped up and down, and Seraphina either jumped or rolled, avoiding Ansel's attack in an embarrassing manner. After the end of the first stage, the offense and defense changed. Seraphina, who was originally going to break through Ansel's defense, now has to ensure that she is attacked by Ansel less than three times in one minute.

And the girl's ragged tight-fitting clothes, which were almost like cloth strips hanging on her body, revealing her soft and tender body, clearly showed her current situation.

And under this storm-like offensive, Ansel kept saying words that Seraphina couldn't listen to: "When you return to the imperial capital, I don't ask you to stop hating the nobles, but at least you have to show some restraint, understand?"

Tear —

The sound of cloth tearing sounded for the nth time, Seraphina covered her face with a blush, and screamed, "An, Ansel! I'm not practicing! Not practicing!" She W-sat on the ground , trying to piece together the fragments of her tight-fitting clothes. Her pitiful appearance might have made anyone think she was a helpless girl oppressed by evil nobles.

However, the bold words this innocent girl put down five minutes ago made her look a bit self-inflicted —

"Dodge the attack? This is too simple, Ansel, you just wait to lose!" Seraphina, who was confident at the beginning, can now only cover her key parts and shrink.

Don't know if it's an illusion... How does she feel that Ansel seems to be getting more and more lustful recently? But it doesn't seem to be venting, or the desire is out of control.

"Seraphina, you rely too much on your intuition." Ansel put away Gleipnir, looked at Seraphina who was shrinking like a sheep, and couldn't help but smile: "That is indeed an amazing ability, but it also grows with you, and it's not omnipotent."

"So it's that thinking thing again..." The girl's body twisted a bit, she never had any secrets from Ansel, and said frankly: "But Ansel, I think I'm fine now." She coughed lightly, closed her legs, moved her hand blocking there, and swung her delicate and small fist in the air at will.

"I feel that when I fight, there is no leisure to think, my body will move on its own." Seraphina likes this feeling, likes this unbridled, flat push, the joy of dominating herself, just like a lion hunting enemies with pure speed and strength on the wilderness, or like a lone wolf showing its claws and teeth like a death god swinging a sickle in the snow at night.

Obviously, she didn't take yesterday's "victory" over Ansel seriously, and still insisted on her beast-like, extensive and unrestrained fighting style. Seraphina didn't think Ansel's way was unworkable. After all, in the fight with the Chronos Guild assassin, she won a game by relying on the power of thinking.

But with Ansel providing unlimited resources, as the extraordinary power steadily advances, Seraphina is getting more and more used to her own fighting style. She doesn't need any so-called thinking. When she enters the state, her body will make the most perfect choice instead of everything. Seraphina likes this feeling, likes this unbridled, flat push, the joy of dominating herself, just like a lion hunting enemies with pure speed and strength on the wilderness, or like a lone wolf showing its claws and teeth like a death god swinging a sickle in the snow at night. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She still remembers herself in the dream, and also remembers the scene she saw in Ansel's dream. Although Seraphina hates the cruel arrangement of fate, she looks forward to being able to achieve greatness like that future.

Thinking of this, the beast in her soul roared excitedly, and Seraphina also felt that the key to her ascension to the third stage and awakening the spirit was on it.

"So... I still decide —"

"That won't work, Seraphina." Ansel's voice sounded in her ear, and Seraphina, who was about to tell Ansel her path, trembled all over, because she felt Ansel's hand, moving on her skin through the cracks in the tight-fitting clothes.

"An...Ansel." The young wolf let out a shy and comfortable moan from her throat, "You don't always do this..."

Ansel, standing behind Seraphina, smiled and said, "This is also part of the training, you have to get used to it, Seraphina."

"There is...no… this kind... of training..." -->

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