A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

"Lord extraordinary, I'm sorry, my daughter didn't mean to offend you..."

As soon as the mother spoke, Ravenna lost interest in listening and turned to leave.

Ronger smiled at the mother and daughter, waved her hand to bestow blessings, cleared the woman's hidden ailments, supplemented the girl's growth nutrients, and quickly caught up with Ravenna.

"How many times has this happened?"

The female scholar couldn't help but laugh, "You rarely go out, but you always run into people who are grateful to you, Ravenna. They must be the relatives of the beneficiaries of that simple treatment device experiment, right?"

"That device." Ravenna's tone was somewhat indifferent, "Because it affected the profits of the healing potions and healing sorcerers, it was killed directly less than a week after it was put on the table."

The simple treatment device mentioned by Ronger was a kind of alchemical apparatus with healing functions. Tower of Babel, through its unique technology, made its production cost extremely low. Although the effect was average and it couldn't cure any serious diseases, it was quite versatile and could treat hidden diseases to a certain extent.

Because the cost and usage fees were too low, it was killed in its cradle before long. As for why Evora didn't intervene... of course, it was because she had received devout offerings from the killers and didn't care at all about this garbage that was useless in her eyes.

Similar situations had happened quite a few times, and as time went on, Tower of Babel rarely mass-produced these alchemical apparatuses anymore.

Ravenna's words made Ronger look a bit helpless. Although Tower of Babel was famous in the imperial capital, it was still difficult to make progress. This was something they knew better than anyone else.

Just as she was about to say something to encourage Ravenna, she heard Ravenna say again:

"But this just proves that we are right."

"Because our enemies are afraid."

Ravenna said this to Ronger. Her expression was still indifferent, and her tone didn't fluctuate, because the emotions that had once been stirred up for someone had long been buried because of that unforgivable betrayal.

But even so, in the depths of those purple eyes that seemed to encompass everything, there was still a brilliance that she herself hadn't noticed and couldn't possibly hide.

Just like the excitement that she couldn't suppress when she was communicating with her only friend, the uncontrollable joy, just like at that time... when she had that person, she believed that she would never fail.

"Madam." Ravenna and Ronger looked at each other, "The path that grandfather pointed out... the path we are walking, is correct."

She stated this to Ronger with such certainty, as if she was stating an indisputable fact.

Ronger smiled with relief, "You're right, Ravenna. Our path is correct."

They looked at each other, the ideals of the idealists collided with dazzling sparks here, no matter how dark and tortuous the road ahead, reality can never defeat the immortal thoughts.

Is that… so?

*

Ravenna, who was still dealing with the issues of soul and flesh in the underground laboratory, received a message from Hendrick.

The Elder Princess suddenly made an appearance at the Tower of Babel, not merely to converse with Hendrick in his office, but to formally address the entire tower. It seemed that the higher-ups of the Tower of Babel would have to wait until after her speech to hear what she had to say.

Although the punishment from the tyrannical princess had passed, her ferocity still lingered in Ravenna's mind. She didn't want to listen to this meaningless speech, but she had no choice.

On her way back to the Tower of Babel, and on her way to the square where the speech was to be held, Ravenna was constantly contemplating her current situation, the gamble between Ansel and the mysterious person, and… the future she hoped to see.

The restrictions that Ansel had placed on her through Soren were about to expire. In the situation where most of the prohibition had been burned, Ravenna had found a way to break it and would soon be able to return to her body. But until now, she still didn't understand… why Ansel had done this.

— What benefit did confining her soul in a puppet bring him? Was it just for those two instances of manipulation and humiliation? He shouldn't be...

No...

The woman squinted her eyes, denying it expressionlessly.

He was indeed that kind of person.

Of course, this was just an alternative answer in Ravenna's mind. She always believed that Ansel had stuffed her soul into this puppet to prepare for something more important. The devil's plans were always interlinked. Once you fell into his trap in one part, you were destined to encounter countless terrifying conspiracies.

And what countermeasures the mysterious person had taken against Ansel's plan... Ravenna didn't know either. But with the discoveries of the previous two times, she was sure that this person's ability to plan and layout was not inferior to Ansel's. At least, he had indeed successfully countered Ansel.

The only thing to do was to make the right choice.

She soon arrived at the square where Evora was about to start her speech. Ravenna was a bit puzzled because although Evora was the kind of person who enjoyed being surrounded by cheers and praises, the scholars of the Tower of Babel knew what kind of person she was... What could she talk about here?

And currently, the Tower of Babel... shouldn't have any research projects or events worth her high-profile speech.

Soon, a bright flame suddenly ignited on the high platform, and Evora, dressed in a brilliant long dress, appeared from the fire. She looked down at the gathered scholars below, her expression so bad that most people began to panic.

"I don't plan to waste time, so I'm just here to inform you of one thing."

The Elder Princess, in a very bad mood, spoke coldly: "I don't care what you are researching now, from today on, your only task is to develop more powerful alchemical weapons."

In the dead silence, Evora raised her hand, and a huge fire curtain swept across the sky in an instant, almost covering the entire Tower of Babel.

The so-called immortal idealism is just that it has not encountered real destruction, pure extinction.

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