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nMoreover, Ansel probably promised to let him continue to manage his own people, that is, he just lost the identity of the grand lord. You know, in the territory of Hydral, it means becoming a subject of Hydral. To exchange the identity of the grand lord for the identity of a subject of Hydral… it’s simply a big profit!

n“You really are… a genius, Ansel, my genius, my devil.”

nEvora sighed softly, exhaled hot breath, poured wine on Ansel’s neck, hugged his shoulders, and slowly licked his throat and collarbone.

nSuellen was informing Ephesande, so her conflict with that old thing was inevitable.

nThis time it was the mechanical armor, and next time it would be something else. After all, the conflict between Evora and Ephesande was too deep.

nMeanwhile, she couldn’t easily move Suellen, after all, that would mean that the aging god and the young god had completely fallen out.

nSo… to solve the urgent problem, it’s better to detonate the conflict first.

nAnd Evora could not accept that she got utterly defeated after this conflict exploded. She would never allow Ephesande to completely and thoroughly ride on her head.

nAll concluded… Ansel finally manipulated such an ending.

n— Ephesande got what she wanted and completed the “punishment” of Evora; while Evora did not actually lose her dignity, because everyone knew that the Elder Princess did not lose, only the old and confused emperor was deceived by Ansel’s few words.

nThe key is that no one dares to remind her, it’s hard to say what the final result will be, but the person who reminds her is definitely going to die.

nSo, although Evora finally bowed her head, her actual loss was almost zero.

nWell… if it weren’t for the Tower of Babel, it would really be close to zero.

n“I didn’t expect that old thing to disgust me in the end.”

nEvora licked the wine on Ansel’s collarbone, “But it doesn’t matter, you have helped me so much, the Tower of Babel, consider it as my return gift to you.”

nShe straddled Ansel, hooked her light red gauze with her hand, and laughed softly, “Or… do you need me to give you some other return gift?”

n“This is enough, Your Highness.”

nAnsel gently held Evora’s waist and said with a smile.

nJust like he never told the empress about his plot with Evora, Ansel never, and will never tell Evora, that he has truly seen Suellen, and even pushed the restart of the floating cannon, claiming that he did this only for himself.

nHe won’t tell Evora that the meticulous, cautious, and extremely smart Suellen will definitely polish this matter and tell the empress, letting the empress know that he is helping the Tower of Babel, letting the empress know… that he may covet the Tower of Babel, it’s best to let him take the Tower of Babel, so that Suellen can weaken the power under Evora.

nSo, the Tower of Babel finally fell into his hands, it was never the empress’s whim to disgust Evora, but it was a fixed game that was buried even earlier. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

n“Knock, knock.”

n“… Damn it, just when I was getting fun, it’s all gone.”

nEvora stood up, kissed Ansel deeply, and said, “Forget it, I’ll come to you when I have time. After this matter, she will be quiet for a while, and it’s also the time for me to do things.”

nAfter speaking, she simply turned into a flame and disappeared in Ansel’s room.

nAnsel touched his lips and smiled without saying a word.

nIn the end, he will never tell Evora that the help he provided was never for her.

nIt’s just for the Tower of Babel, just for… a certain person.

n“Come in.”

n“… My dear Venna.”

nThis war, this game.

nThe initiator is Ansel, the guide is Ansel, the controller is Ansel.

nAnd in the end… Ephesande seemed to have won, Evora seemed to have won, Suellen seemed to have won, and even the two lords on both sides of the war game got what they wanted.

nBut in fact, the real winner is only one.

nThat is the devil who is so bold as to deceive Evora, deceive everyone, treat Her Majesty as a chess piece, manipulate everything at will, get everything he wants in the end… and even get everyone’s gratitude, recognition, praise, maintain his perfect image, calmly control everything, the most evil devil —

nAnsel of Hydral.

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nBowing her head, Ravenna adjusted the nutrient concoction, when a voice of surprise reached her ears:

n“Are you planning to subsist on this concoction for another month?”

n“Time is precious,” Ravenna replied without looking up, “Wastefulness is disgraceful.”

nAnsel, perched on the workbench, sighed and looked up, “This is why you’re always…”

n” …” The woman turned her head, fixing Ansel with a piercing, frosty gaze.

n“Alright, alright, just a joke. But truly, this isn’t healthy, Ravenna.”

n“I’d prefer to think that your latter statement is the jest.”

nRavenna gently swirled the glass vessel, her expression unreadable, “This is more nutritious than anything you’ve ever consumed.”

n“I mean…” Ansel tapped his head, “In this respect.”

n“It may seem merely a matter of sustenance, but at its core, it’s still a pursuit of ‘enjoyment,’ an intrinsic human desire.”

n“You’re not someone who’s merely struggling for basic needs. Skipping a proper meal occasionally for the sake of time is normal, but this air of ‘I don’t need it at all’ is not right.”

nHe looked at the bottle of green, thick liquid in Ravenna’s hand and earnestly advised, “You’re gradually stripping away your humanity for your work and ideals.”

n“Is not eating equated to losing humanity?” Ravenna quirked a corner of her mouth, “Your penchant for exaggeration seems to be growing, Ansel.”

n“It’s a sign, a harbinger that you’ll eventually cast off even more… Never mind, when that time comes, I’ll be there to save you once out of sheer benevolence.”

nAnsel chuckled and patted Ravenna’s shoulder, “By then, you’ll have to think of a way to thank me.”

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