black queen hypothesis

As it turned out, Silvio never joked, at least not on such a big deal.

"Does what you said before still count?"

When there were only three people left on the Athena, Silvio was the first to speak out.

Vilas was sitting on the edge of the bed in the medical cabin, frowning and looking at the numerous pinholes and burns on his arms.Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head, and said in disbelief, "Don't tell me you changed your mind so quickly."

Regarding this, Silvio remained indifferent on the face as always, but took a step closer to him.

Bacall, who was left near the cabin door, folded his arms, his brows were deeply creased, and his eyes stared at the two of them for a moment.

As if aware of the two gazes that cannot be ignored, Vilas raised his eyelids, showing surprise. "Why, are you going to negotiate now?" He looked back and forth, his tone more mocking: "Two against one?"

Silvio didn't answer—he never used his tongue—just lowered his voice slightly. "Three chapters of the agreement, Quinn."

Vilas was amazed now.He looked back and forth between the two people who obviously disagreed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Let's hear it?"

"First, according to what you said, the prince of the empire is dead." Silvio said in a deep voice.

Bacall was inevitably taken aback, and Vilas nodded nonchalantly. "Yes, I said it." He stared straight at Silvio, with a half-smile, as if he was sure that the other party would not have any good bargaining chips in the future.

Silvio pretended that he hadn't seen it. "Under the first premise, the Federation will not detain you (Bacall made a disapproving sound, but the other two ignored him), but you cannot return to the Empire."

"That is to say, I can only go around the Federation and the neutral star?" Vilas agreed without thinking too much, "Okay, the place is quite big."

Not being imprisoned does not mean not being monitored or followed, Bacall can think of this, and Vilas' almost perfunctory attitude makes him stare blankly.

"Third," Silvio said word for word in response to Vilas's unscrupulous expression, "If everything is normal, the Federation will send you a neutralizer every three months," he paused, Added an attributive that should have been in front, "special purpose."

Hearing about the neutralizer, Vilas finally got serious. "So the inspection just now was to determine my binding heat cycle?" He laughed out loud, but there seemed to be a thin layer of ice in his blue eyes, "It's really a plan, Mr. President!"

Silvio neither admitted nor denied.Because anyone who heard such a conversation could draw a conclusion that he was blackmailing Vilas.However, winners and losers, ordinary neutralizers obviously have non-negligible side effects on super s-level guides—specifically, Vilas, and Vilas will definitely agree.

As expected, Vilas agreed, and he was so happy that he was not like the person who was mocking him before. "make a deal!"

On the star field line shared by the Empire and the Federation, there is a blue asteroid.Its bright, vibrant colors are stunningly beautiful and stand out in space.Because of this, its tourism and trade are thriving.Finally, based on a neutral political stance, it has not been affected too much by the war and is a good place to live.

When he could already see the indistinguishable star Comercio from the porthole, Vilas still had the illusion that he was dreaming.Is Silvio really so easy to talk to?Didn't you object to it earlier?Or did he pitifully fight off binding fever, which aroused Silvio's sympathy—because the Dark Sentinel didn't have this kind of trouble?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously pressed the side of his neck.In order to avoid the trouble of being tracked by federal agents in all directions without blind spots, he volunteered to implant a micron-level locator.

Vilas was not the only one who was puzzled by Silvio's decision.Bacall on the bridge was sitting upright, staring vigilantly at the people in the cabin who seemed to be in a daze from the sensor screen.

Originally, the decision to exile Vilas to Utimo for life was perfect, but Pitatus Pirates had a hand in it; The Federation is immediately in a passive position——

The pirates quickly seized the opportunity, and it was obviously impossible for Vilas to stay obediently in the white room for a lifetime.If things get serious, it will be difficult for the federation to explain the real intention of the president to go to Cape Sounion.In addition, regardless of whether Vilas died or not, the fact that the federal fleet was unfavorable in escorting them was a fact, and the pirates successfully defeated them.

What the hell... Bacall slandered non-stop.Winning or losing is a matter of war, yes, but even if Silvio was going to show up as president immediately, why was he the one who cleaned up the mess?

In addition, compared to pirates, he believed that the prince of the empire and the first guide of the universe was a greater threat.After all, the two sides have formed a big beam on the bright side, and letting Vilas go is simply going back to the mountain...

What did Cocivio say? "Long-term fishing for big fish"?

Bacall sincerely felt that a live bait like Vilas would definitely unhook itself.

Leaving aside other things for the time being, just because of the fact that he was able to find a chance to escape from the Emmonsaro after being injected with a high concentration of inhibitors, this guide's difficulty is evident.

In addition, even if they have a special neutralizer, they may not be able to really restrict each other—who would believe that a guide who enters the sudden binding fever will not affect the nearby pheromones that are 100% related to his pheromones? Rong's sentinel?There is no doubt about self-control, being able to endure hardship is even more prominent——

Vilas Quinn was such a man.If this kind of person can't be killed directly...

Well, it's too difficult to deal with, and being locked up in the Federation is also a scourge.Maybe Silvio's method is effective?

While thinking of giving up, Bacall manipulated the spaceship to land.Before coming to a complete stop, he had already detected Vilas coming to the bridge.Thinking that the other party is in a normal state, the hairs on his back stand up.

I don't know how Silvio spent those five or six days... Lonely sentinel with few guides, still with bond fever... Seriously, didn't these two people knock each other out?Otherwise, how can it be still not combined?

Vilas could sense the subconscious vigilance, but he didn't take it seriously. "Comoncio is here," he said succinctly. "If there is anything else, tell me as soon as possible."

Bacall took a deep breath silently, carefully controlled it so that the guide's senses could not detect it, and then turned his head. "If everything is normal, three months later, it will still be here."

Vilas nodded, still unable to see what he cared about. "Isn't it you who came here?" He laughed, "If you want to work with the Federal Intelligence Minister again, then I will be embarrassed."

...Where the hell can you see that you are embarrassed?

Bacall roared in his heart, but he didn't say it. "I don't know," he said with a straight face, "I'm not sure yet."

Vilas nodded curtly. "That's it," he turned and walked towards the hatch, "it doesn't matter, I will always find out."

Bacall stared at the thin figure, endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold it back: "I warn you, if you sneak back to the empire..."

Originally, Vilas had only one foot left on the bridge, but upon hearing this, he poked back half of his body. "Don't worry, my dear Minister," he blinked his left eye mischievously, "I'm busy even without the Empire."

After the person left completely, Bacall stared at the air for a while, and then resentfully operated the spaceship to lift off.It better be like this!

As Vilas said, he was really busy.It's not that he has a lot to do - the premise of not being able to return to the Empire has temporarily killed the possibility - but it doesn't stop others from looking for him.

Leaving aside the Pitatus pirates who must have some conspiracy, there is a tall, blond, muscular man blocking the entrance of the largest mercenary union on Komencio.

"Can you let me?" Vilas moved left and right, but there was always a huge shadow like a mountain in front of him, and he couldn't help being a little impatient.

The muscular man snorted gruffly. "Why, it's been a long time since I saw you, and you don't know me anymore? Tell me, boy, when are you going to pay back the money you owe me?"

Vilas played dumb, rolling his eyes around. "Money? What money? I don't even know you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was lifted off the ground by his collar by a muscular arm. "Don't waste my little patience!" The big man roared, shaking him like a broken sack, "I'll kill you if you don't pay back the money!"

The muscular man has a ferocious face, and his exposed shoulders are covered with tattoos, which has already attracted many people to watch.But when the righteous master who was waiting for a rabbit appeared, their curiosity suffered a great setback in an instant——

What is the value of a weak chicken sentry (level f) versus a strong sentry (level a)?

The crowd dispersed boringly, and the strong man easily dragged Vilas away.Turning around two turns, he threw the struggling man into the extended suspension vehicle parked on the side of the road, and then sat in it himself.

Now, if the onlookers just now could see what was going on inside, they would be amazed.Not only did the strong Sentinel's expression turn into a warm smile the moment the door was closed, but the weak chicken dragged by him along the way didn't have a single scar on his body—even his appearance changed completely!

"Long time no see, Fernandez." Vilas smiled and nodded to the big blond man, then turned to the others: "Sieg, Laughlin, Harford, you too."

Harford was an energetic young man, he squeezed out from between the front seats and gave Vilas a heavy chest hammer. "I knew you were alive!"

However, the attitudes of the two women in the back seat were completely opposite.Lalghlin, who was sitting across from Vilas, was staring at him coldly with folded arms, and a guide stared at the aura of the sentinel abruptly.And Sigurros, who was wearing a pure black slim dress, was the former head of the Valenska Rose Group, reclining on the leather chair at this time, with her long white legs stretched high. It is looming in the hem of the fork skirt.She didn't give Vilas a single glance from the corner of her eye, her attention seemed to be focused on the nails, but the nail clipper flashed a sharp cold light so fast.

Silent threats are harder to deal with than real hands, and Vilas quickly thinks about countermeasures.

Even Fernandez, who has always been nervous, vaguely noticed something wrong with this stalemate. "Ah, that," he said, scratching his head and giggling, "Our Queen (, pun with Quinn) is the same as before, all right! Just now they all thought I was really forcing him to pay back the money!"

But the atmosphere did not ease up in the slightest.Knowing that he was the culprit, Vilas could only speak honestly: "I was wrong."

Sieg finally reacted. "Wrong?" She asked back, the nail clippers in her hand still did not stop.

"It's all my fault." Vilas hurriedly nodded sincerely, "I shouldn't have acted alone."

Sieg and Laughlin's expressions eased together. "anything else?"

"I shouldn't refuse your help." Vilas continued to explain honestly. "Although I still think that you should not be involved in the affairs of the empire and the federation."

That was the last thing Sieg liked to hear.She finally put down the nail clippers, sat up straight, and her expression became more serious: "The rose group will not give up on anyone. This is my purpose and our purpose."

"That's right!" The other three agreed in unison.

Vilas looked at them one by one.The companion's face was full of firmness, but besides being moved, he also felt guilty, a guilt that he might never be able to confess. "There will be no next time." He promised. "I promised Alva, there will be no more imperial princes in the future."