black queen hypothesis

10 minutes later, bathroom.

Vilas stared at his face in the mirror, not understanding at all how the incident that was enough to occupy the headlines of various media for a month just happened.

Let’s not talk about the position, isn’t Silvio a teetotaler?Could it be that he was really in a hurry, so he had to win the game at that time?

He licked his lips.There is still a light aroma of sherry in his mouth, and there is also a clean and cold taste of cedar, the kind above the alpine snow line-it is Silvio's pheromone, he knew it last time.

In fact, Vilas still thinks that Silvio's kissing skills are terrible, but he can't say that he hates it-the 100% pheromone compatibility between him and Silvio is not fake.However, this does not mean that he agrees with Silvio's approach.

The exchange of body|fluid is equal to the exchange of pheromone, and the exchange of pheromone is the prelude of the combination of the body, or the binding of the sentinel guide.

Even if he pretended to be united, Silvio would have gone too far.

Thinking of what happened the last time he returned home at night, Vilas hurriedly rinsed his mouth.Laughlin found the same pheromone smell again, but he couldn't explain it.And when he raised his head again, he saw another person in the mirror without any surprise——

Silvio's expression was gloomy, not very good.

And Vilas does not want to pursue the reason behind this for the time being. "What did you just do?" He turned around and asked bluntly.

"It's still far from that level." Silvio didn't blink.

This kind of answer... Vilas held his breath. "Okay, I admit that if the two of us are really combined, the level just now is really nothing. But the problem is—" He slightly raised his voice, "That's not true!"

Silvio fell silent.But his lips were drawn into a straight line, which meant he wasn't persuaded at all.

"In this case, let me just say it straight—" Vilas wiped off the remaining drops of water on his face vigorously, and then shook them off, "I don't know where your scale is, and I don't want to know. But you have to I know," he smacked Silvio's chest, word by word, "you, are, playing, fire."

Knowing that this was an accusation, Silvio's face sank. "So what do you mean?"

"Keep a safe distance," Vilas said immediately. "The compatibility is there, you and I had better be careful." Although it was only part of the reason, last time he was hooked by Silvio for a sudden bond fever; if it happens again, he can't guarantee what will happen !

Silvio understood the allusion, but a part of him simply couldn't hear it. "Smitz will see the hole."

"Then I think you should be able to find other ways to deal with him." Vilas replied faster, "Unless you have forgotten, you are not only the president of the Federation, but also a dark sentinel. If anything happens, it will be to the Federation and you It's no good for me."

For, if the abilities of Sentinels and Guides put them above ordinary men, Dark Sentinels rise above all other Sentinels and Guides.It's not that he's better than everyone else in every way, but he's arguably a less flawed person—

Top five senses, strong physical fitness; a solid mental barrier, insulated from the inherent mental agitation of ordinary sentries, not to mention mental sinking; most importantly, there is no headache of spontaneous combination fever.

As for sudden binding fever...

Vilas thought that for Silvio, avoiding this would probably only require keeping a safe distance from him alone...it couldn't be easier!

Silvio remained silent again, but his icy expression loosened a bit.

This is a good sign, Vilas secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "You must understand." He started to walk out, "It's almost time, I'll go first."

Silvio turned his head and stared at the straight figure, and waited until Vilas had already stepped out of the door before saying: "You may need to come to my house a few more times." He paused and added: "It's best to stay overnight."

...preferably overnight?

Vilas turned to give him a suspicious look. "I admit that I am very curious about the spiritual picture of the Dark Sentinel, but you'd better not force me to practice this curiosity. Because if the basic respect for each other cannot be guaranteed, there is no need to talk about cooperation."

These words were a bit harsh, Silvio nodded silently, expressionless.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Vilas left without looking back.

Silvio continued to stare in that direction, and took a while to look away.Vilas's reaction was exactly as he had expected... Vilas knew exactly what he wanted, and he was not - not at all - in the other party's plan.

But in fact, Vilas was not as clear about the situation as Silvio imagined.At least he didn't understand why Silvio would cross that dangerous line——

Was dizzy for a while?Pheromones driven?Or is it the instinct of the legendary sentinel to be close to the guide?

In fact, if it wasn't for not being able to think of any good reason to explain, Vilas would have suspected that Silvio was really trying to combine with him.Because this is already the second time: If Silvio really repeats the same mistake, it is impossible to get the title of the strongest sentinel.

Standing in the elevator alone, Vilas lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips thoughtfully.

""

Public opinion really exploded again.

When this fact was discovered, the rose group hadn't even had time to return to its place from the Lico Palace Hotel.There is no other reason—the six walls of the Federal News Corporation Headquarters building all released extremely clear dynamic projections, and the height of this hexagonal building is almost enough to overlook the entire Capitol.

"My God..." Harford was dumbfounded.Because of efficiency, but also because of the people on the map. "You just showed them such a sorry face? And then the president can kiss?"

His doubts are very normal, because the other three people have the same doubts - anyone who sees the ugly duckling and the white swan kissing affectionately will wonder if the white swan is blind.

"It's not my fault." Vilas was annoyed, "Although it was an exchange, the first thing I brought up was that he was not me!"

Fernandez recovered from the shock and clapped his hands. "Well done, queen! Even if you have to compromise, never let that Alva take advantage of anything! I understand what you said 'I will do it myself'! If you can't beat him to death, you have to disgust him to death!"

This reaction made Vilas press the heart of explanation.He originally wanted to remind him that in Sylvio's eyes, he was still his true appearance.But it's all fake anyway, so there's nothing to say.

And the girls are not focused on that at all. "So..." Laughlin asked in a low voice, "Did you really kiss..."

Sieg raised her eyebrows and said "Take it from the truth" all over her face.

"It's just acting." Vilas shrugged pretending to be indifferent.Although he also has opinions, he doesn't want others to worry about him. "You didn't see the expressions of other people at that time, it was worth the price of admission!"

Sieg shook his head disapprovingly, and shook his head again. "Hope it works."

While they were talking, Harford had already turned on the flat-panel projection and quickly browsed through all the channels. "You're absolutely popular, Empress," he tutted. "This breaking news is being reported everywhere!"

Vilas didn't care at all. "They don't know who I am."

"It's all maxed out!" Harford continued to look through various messages, "The heartbroken ones, the hot-eyed ones, the playful ones...everything, but no blessings!" He turned off the projector, still feeling emotional , "It seems that I underestimated Alva. After all, he is a president, and he still has the ability to make big news!"

"I don't want to read this big news at all." Sieg was not very happy.She kept staring at Vilas with sharp eyes: "And, have you forgotten the most important point?"

Laughlin, who had been waiting for a long time, followed immediately: "What is your compatibility with him?"

"30.00%." ​​Vilas replied immediately, cutting off seven tenths of the real data without blinking.

"So low?" Sieg wondered. "Isn't this your minimum compatibility?"

Villars spread his hands. "Who doesn't know that Mr. President's pheromone matching range is so narrow that no one can match it? Even if I'm exactly the opposite of him, I can't help it!"

Sieg sized him up several times, exchanged glances with Laughlin, crossed his arms, and reluctantly believed it. "That's good."

"Maybe it's not very good." Vilas didn't want to break this rare calm, but he had to say: "There's still—no, no, it's not a reception," he received stares from his companions, and hurriedly explained, "He Let me stay at his house for a few nights."

As a result, the four of them really stopped staring, because they exclaimed in unison: "He asked you to stay with him for a few nights—?!"