black queen hypothesis

When Union opened the solid mahogany door of the conference room a few minutes later, the other six members of the post-war ad hoc committee were waiting for him.

"Thank you, Union." Heathcote stood up to welcome him, and Silvio nodded slightly.

Union entered the room, loosening the tightly-fitting collar of his military uniform a little before sitting down. "But it's not over yet." He muttered and complained, the annoyance just now hadn't completely dissipated.

Everyone here knows that this matter is endless.

Originally, if Vilas succeeded in exiling Utimer, their work could be temporarily suspended.After all, they still have time to spend time with Vilas, and then persuade the other party to sign the peace document that is regarded as a surrender agreement.

However, one wave of ups and downs rose again.Both the pirate mess and Vilas' death are unexpected accidents, and it's even worse if the pirates have been involved before and they don't know it.

Facing more than a dozen inquiries, Silvio remained unhurried. "A peace agreement can be discussed later," he said. "First look for pirates."

Bacall knew right away that it was up to him to play next. "We have news that Pitatus is a satellite or a giant spaceship."

This requires staggering financial resources, and it is normal for some people to doubt-"Reliability of the news?"

"One hundred percent." Bacall replied without blinking, even though he was berating his reliable source—Sivio—in his heart.

The vice president remained skeptical.But he noticed that Silvio seemed to be acquiescing, so he swallowed the rest of the words.

"The pirates do need to be investigated, but this seems to be within the scope of the cabinet." Ilea asked with a frown. "Unless you are sure that they are related to the Federation Empire?"

At this time, the Federation and the Empire both refer to - specifically war - Bacall spread his hands. "It is not yet certain, we are investigating further."

Several people were all lost in thought.Pirates are not made in a day or two, and it is not easy to find out; it is best if there is no one, but if there are...

"The front line will be very long." Silvio said what everyone was thinking, "Everyone, be prepared."

After that, they went on to discuss some tactics against the enemy.Before the meeting ended, Bacall said like a chant: "It's not the worst yet."

The others thought he was saying that the worst was over, so they barely stretched their eyebrows.Only Silvio knew that he meant the exact opposite—

The real tough battle is ahead!

"If Quinn lives—no matter what the reason is—you will be in big trouble." When there were only two people left, Bacall reminded Silvio. "Things better go as you expect, even if it's too bold."

"Now it can't be worse than if he falls into the hands of Smitz." Silvio replied briefly, "Keep an eye on Cape Sounion, they may do something."

Bacall snorted.The pirates looked at Vilas' attitude that they must win, and they knew that they couldn't let it go. "Of course." Then he complained, "I actually agreed to help you cover, my head must be broken!"

Silvio said nothing.His thoughts turned from pirates to empires, and from empires to Vilas.The other party is in a normal state, and looks like distant stars in his mental picture.Perhaps this description is not appropriate-the point of Vilas, at least it is a star of magnitude -2 or below, bright enough for ordinary people to clearly distinguish it with the naked eye.

Silvio hadn't gotten used to being able to detect each other's movements all the time, but he began to feel strangely at ease.It made him have to remind himself that he hadn't completely let go of his sentinel instinct to protect his guide.Although Vilas voluntarily requested the implantation of the locator may be to conceal the existence of the spiritual connection between them, but from a private and personal point of view, the spiritual connection is indeed better than the locator.

So, when the bright and only star flickered and began to move steadily and evenly in his direction, Silvio saw it right away.

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As a super-s-level guide with a very wide range of pheromone compatibility, Vilas has become accustomed to his mental image being like a starry night sky.Under such circumstances, even if the dot representing Silvio was extremely bright, he could hypnotize himself to ignore its existence.

But this is not the final solution.

In general, the bond between a sentinel and a guide is divided into a spiritual bond and a physical bond.Spiritual union is the first step, and physical union means that the sentinel and guide are completely bound.If you want to break this connection, or if either of the two parties dies, it will cause intense pain that is tantamount to suicide.

Under this premise, forcibly binding or binding with the enemy is obviously torture, because no one knows what will happen to the other party.

Considering the characteristics of the Dark Sentinel, even if Vilas was killed, he didn't think that Silvio wanted to bind a guide.

In addition, under normal circumstances, the mental connection that is not fully established is relatively fragile; if there is no further bonding within the next three months, it will die on its own.

But the connection between him and Silvio was surprisingly strong.It has been almost half a year since their unexpected union, and it has not loosened at all, and it seems that there is a trend of getting closer.

This is why Vilas is so puzzled.Regardless of whether their pheromone compatibility is too high or they have been in close contact, why doesn't Silvio find a way to eliminate the spiritual connection between them?The other party wouldn't expect to use this connection to supervise him for the rest of his life, would he?

Thinking of this, Vilas touched the side of his neck subconsciously.The micrometer-level locator is still under the skin, beating slightly against the aorta—seriously, doesn’t this reassure Silvio?

This is not the only thing that bothers Vilas.Although he promised Silvio that there will be no more imperial princes in the future, it does not mean that he is indifferent to the affairs of the empire.

He still wants to return to the empire, he still wants to return to Sils Maria; not as the crown prince of the empire, but as an ordinary citizen of the empire.No matter how the peace agreement was signed, he hoped that he could contribute to the rebuilding of the empire, even the most ordinary and hardest work didn't matter.

The building will fall, and there will be no way to support it.The death of his relatives and the collapse of the empire once killed his desire to survive; but under the ruins, is there any new hope?

"...You look better recently."

A voice interrupted Vilas' doze.He opened his eyes and saw Sieg leaning against the door. "Come back so early?"

"Everything is fine, and they'll be back soon," Sieg replied, walking into the room and finding himself a chair. "I was worried that you might not be acclimatized in Capitol, but now it seems that I was worrying too much."

"Do I really dare to ask you to support me?" Vilas laughed.He straightened up and leaned lazily against the head of the bed. "Besides, security entrustment has always been my forte, and you all would rather leave me at home." He curled his lips, quite aggrieved.

As the capital star of the federation, Capiter often has big figures above the ministerial level and various high-level meetings. The most common commission in the mercenary union is security.If someone wants to make trouble, Vilas can easily find them together with the instigators behind them; there is no need to search or extract a confession, as long as the pheromone compatibility reaches 30.00% - which basically includes everyone - he catches a quasi .

Sieg was amused by this deliberate complaint. "If you have a few more guides like you, the others will have no way to survive. If you don't tell you to rest, are we going to lose our jobs?"

Vilas pouted again. "But I'm almost moldy!"

Sieg stared at his face seriously, then lifted his long hair that fell down, and looked at his chest and arms with the same seriousness—the thin muscles covered it, and the pinholes and scars almost disappeared. "Next time," she smiled slightly, "I just received a commission from a club."