A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 160: The Arrogant Stumbled in the Trap - I

Ansel of Hydral's return to the capital signified a myriad of signals in the eyes of many.

A multitude of individuals were keenly observing this young Hydral, who had been dormant in his own territory for a long time, wondering where he would go and what he would do after his journey to the North.

The empire at this time was in the crucial period of succession. The empress and the contemporary Hydral were both in their twilight years, and their successors, one ambitious and the other extraordinarily talented... were the focus of the passengers aboard the empire's great ship. They all hoped that these two would lead them to a new land filled with gold.

However... before they officially took over the empire, the various chaotic elements during this period made the passengers uneasy. This thousand-year-old ship seemed to have sailed into a dangerous sea of thunder and lightning before reaching the new land.

Under the illumination of the second sun in the capital, only a few people could see the stormy weather within.

Therefore, they attached great importance to Ansel. Compared to the haughty Elder Princess, this prodigy, who enjoyed a high reputation throughout the empire, was courteous, gentle, and more likable.

After all, in the eyes of these old foxes, Ansel, who played by the rules, always had a win-win situation with his partners. Over time, everyone liked to cooperate with Ansel.

Cooperation is a profound art.

However, our genius lady, Ravenna, was clearly not proficient in this way.

"Etheric purification of elements? This kind of problem can be solved by flipping through books, it's not worth being a discussion topic."

"A revolutionary upgrade of firearms... who do you think you are, Flamelle?"

"Let me say it again, don't, use, these, garbage questions, to waste my time."

Inside the seminar room of the Tower of Babel, Ravenna on the podium looked at the sorcerers below with colorful expressions, was silent for a moment, then casually threw the lecture notes on the table, and coldly left a sentence:

"Speaking of disappointment... does anyone know how Miss Ziegler improved the second-generation floating cannon? I am still amazed at the exquisite design and etheric circuit construction derived from puppets and firearms. The flow of ether under her design is simply a work of art..."

The small discussion about Ravenna was drowned in a new round of intense discussion. This kind of thing happens countless times every day in the Tower of Babel. Ravenna didn't know about it, and even if she did, she wouldn't care.

Just like she never considers and cares about the theories of mediocrities, after seeing truly great creations, most of the things in this world that are regarded as "truth" have become somewhat tasteless in Ravenna's eyes.

The woman quickened her pace to the transportation tunnel specially provided for senior scholars in the Tower of Babel. After passing the identity verification, she stepped into the light of the transportation circle and arrived at the office floor of the Tower of Babel in an instant.

Compared to the luxurious and elegant style of old-fashioned sorcerers, the decoration inside the Tower of Babel can be described as clean to the point of not knowing how to evaluate. Even the office places that usually pay more attention to demeanor and style are still white walls, white floors, and ceilings.

The only thing that can be considered as decoration is probably the various data and documents framed and hung on the wall.

Ravenna walked to the door of the room at the end of the office floor without any expression, didn't knock on the door, and just pushed the door and entered.

"So, your worry is not..."

Inside the office, a middle-aged man dressed plainly and exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere was standing in front of the desk, saying something to the person sitting in the chair, but was interrupted by Ravenna who suddenly broke in.

He and the person sitting in the chair both looked at Ravenna standing at the door.

"... Ziegler," the man said with a hint of exasperation, "I believe I've mentioned numerous times that it's customary to knock before entering."

"Rules that waste time need not be enforced."

Ravenna glanced at the man, then shifted her gaze to... the Elder Princess, who was lazily seated in the armchair, observing her with a smirk.

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