black queen hypothesis

For the time being, Silvio didn't know that his ability in a certain aspect had been viciously despised by Vilas.The next day, as usual, he arrived at the Oval Office early.But facing the scrolling virtual screens, he was a little absent-minded.

Ordinary people will suffer for several days after being beaten with black eyes, let alone a sentinel with extremely sensitive five senses.Moreover, Silvio does not smoke or drink, let alone use palliatives—that may cause damage to Sentinel’s sensitive nerves—so he can only adjust the sensory barrier to the highest level and endure it.

And that's not the biggest problem.After all, for people from the Special Forces, bruises are nothing more than common.But only this time, he felt he deserved it—

Late last night, he did lose control for a moment.

Whether it is the pair of clear blue eyes like the clear sky and the vast ocean, or the warm and long scent of pine wood with the taste of sunshine, it makes him intoxicated, lost, and even makes him forget that he is a dark sentinel.

The comfortable tranquility of Pitatus is back.He couldn't help being attracted, and then that feeling fermented into something else—a desire to be closer, to touch, to bond—

The fate destined by nature inevitably came to him at that moment.He and Vilas' pheromones are 100% compatible, and a hostile stance can't change that at all.

Silvio sighed silently, rubbing his temples uncontrollably.He had always believed in the insensibility of outside influences; but ever since meeting Vilas—whether by accident or inevitability—that creed had been thrown to the ground and trampled upon.

Looks like he's really big.If he couldn't resist his instincts, he should keep a sensible distance from Vilas.

But on the other hand, is it possible, is it possible for him to... formally pursue Vilas as his guide?

As soon as this idea came up, Silvio himself was taken aback.

He was so dazed that he was so overwhelmed, he severely condemned himself, thinking about your identity and his identity!And your plan to get it back - you've got pirates to deal with, and Vilas agrees to consider pretending to combine the offer for that!If he knows that you have something wrong with him, then everything you have done will be in vain, and he will leave you without hesitation...

"It can't be worse." Looking at the familiar city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Silvio rarely felt powerless.

At this moment, the biometric identification door of the office opened with a beep.When Bacall heard this sentence as soon as he entered the door, he was very puzzled: "What's 'can't be worse'?" The next second, he faced Silvio who turned back to the seat, his hands trembled, and the document fell. Did not notice. "You, you... what's the matter with your eyes?"

"It's blue." Silvio replied lightly. "What's your business?"

Bacall could hear nothing else at all now.He took two steps forward, still staring at the bruise in shock. "Of course I know Qing...but how did you get injured?" What a joke, Silvio is recognized as the strongest sentinel, and the probability of being injured is unmatched!He was so defenseless that someone punched a vital point like the eyes... How could it be possible?

Silvio wanted to make up a random reason, but then he thought of the plan he and Vilas had mentioned.It's just right to start executing it now... So, he raised the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

"What do you mean it's okay?" Bacall didn't believe it at all. "It's fine if you are perfunctory; but tell me, how do you plan to ask the presidential spokesman to explain this?"

Of course Silvio knew that he was followed by a lot of reporters on his daily itinerary, and the bruises were broadcast by the entire Federation every minute. "Personal matters, no comment." He shrugged indifferently, "But if they must know... I pursued my guide in an extremely presumptuous way, my fault."

"--what?!"

At this moment, Bacall was so shocked that he almost threw himself, unable to say a word.After holding back for a long time, he asked weakly: "With your pheromone matching range that is so narrow that there is no one before or after, who else is the guide who meets the compatibility standard with your pheromone besides Quinn..."

Silvio smiled brightly back. "You're right. It's him."

The worst guess came true, and Bacall felt like he was going to faint.

Under such circumstances, before noon, the news of "President Alva announced that he has a favorite" has already dominated the headlines of all media with an undoubted vigor.

Of course, such a veiled title can only be made by the official media.As for other media reports, a small part is listed as follows——

"Considering that Mr. President has never had the habit of hyping up his private life and leaving a terrible mark on his handsome face, this is probably true..."

"I have to say, I have to break my heart for the vast number of unbonded guides here—the most powerful sentinel in the entire Federation! The most powerful man in the entire Federation! He actually already has his own heart!"

"Mr. President's Quarry looks unimaginably tough... Can we venture a guess that our potential First Lady is actually a sentinel? Or is that mysterious Quarry just using that bruise to make his presence felt? Sensation? After all, it is really hard to imagine, who can refuse such a handsome, humble and polite man with a successful career!"

"No matter who Mr. President's favorite person is, he or she is not qualified to stand with Mr. President—yes, just because that person dares to leave bruises on that perfect face! Moreover, Mr. President is still a A super S-rank sentry who can’t even use palliatives, that person still hit his eyes? Unforgivable! Heinous crime!”

Therefore, when Vilas got up to eat lunch after sleeping for eight hours, he found that he instantly became the "sturdy", "maybe a sentinel", "using inappropriate means to show his sense of existence", " "Unforgivable" and "heinous" "President's Mysterious Lover" or "Potential First Lady", almost spit out a bite of veal steak just put into his mouth.

...What the hell is going on, Sylvio only said that the pursuit method was wrong, and the report changed like this? !

Fortunately, the rest of the rose group sitting on the sofa were as surprised as he was, and no one noticed this abnormality.

At this time, the photoelectric screen was switching close-ups of Silvio's face from all directions and from multiple angles, and Fernandez was staring - almost staring - at the eye-catching bruise. "Are you kidding me?!" he said in disbelief.

"Uh, hell." Laughlin reluctantly commented, words like "damn (damnit)" are already her limit.

The voices of the two brought Sieg back to his senses. "It was a surprise," she said, digging back into her avocado green salad, "but it's not about us, is it?"

"Of course it matters! Who did this before me?" Fernandez yelled angrily, almost slapping the table. "I should have been the first!"

As soon as he said this, everyone stared at him.Only then did the blond man realize that he was uttering wild words - under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for an A-level sentry to fight against a super-S-level sentry - but he was still unconvinced. "He bullied the queen! Don't you want to beat him?"

It sounded very reasonable, so everyone's eyes turned to Vilas again.

"Thank you, Fernandez," Vilas wiped the corners of his mouth with a kerchief—he had quickly regained his composure—"If I wanted to beat him up, I would do it myself." He smiled slightly, unable Say no murderous intent.

This is more full of words than Fernandez, but no one doubts its authenticity at all——

"Don't show your black queen's expression in front of us." Sieg gave him a blank look.However, the irrepressible smile on her face reads "I just appreciate this".

"Well," Vilas nodded graciously, "so you should show the same aloof and queenly aura in front of us as you did outside."

Sieg was a little irritated.She swept her long legs across the low table and kicked a plate of fruit onto Vilas' knee. "Shut up, you!"

"Oh, cherries!" Fernandez and Harford cheered and rushed over to grab them, and Laughlin also wanted them, and several people laughed and laughed.

Half an hour later, the living room was in a mess, with empty plates and paper boxes everywhere, but the five of them were still lazily nestled on the sofa.

"To be honest, I thought it was impossible for Alva to like someone." Harford stroked his belly contentedly, "After all, he has a face that is almost indifferent."

While Harford's movements make him look like a harmless raccoon, the words sound quite the opposite...well, mean.

Sieg, who has always been a bit picky, couldn't help staring at him more. "Did you see it, or did Solomon see it?"

Solomon was the name of Harford's Solomon owl.Everyone in Rose Group secretly felt that this might be the real reason why it didn't come out during the day—Harford is really a lazy, no, owl, disgraceful owner.

"Is it me or it, what's the difference?" Harford stared.

"Solomon doesn't lie." Laughlin said, "As for you..." She stopped talking, her eyes suspicious.

Harford was ready to argue for himself, but he didn't expect Laughlin to help Sieg answer first, so he could only mutter a few words, curling himself into a ball listlessly.

Vilas cast him a sympathetic look indiscriminately. "While I don't completely agree with Harford, basically, I think he's right. Alva doesn't really need a guide."

"Why?" Sieg's curiosity was lifted. "For sentinel guides who meet the compatibility standards, combining will only make them make up for their respective shortcomings!"

Vilas wanted to tell them the fact that Silvio was actually the Dark Sentinel, but he swallowed it before it reached his throat. "Because I am the guide." He said so, and it was no surprise that he got eight round eyes.