black queen hypothesis

Two people who are admittedly in love live in the same house for a period of time... well, long-winded and euphemistic, let's keep it simple and rude, call it cohabitation.

But in the concept of Vilas, he just changed his place to live, which is not much different from the usual renting and changing houses. "It's just that the security is stricter." He stuffed the last piece of clothing into his handbag, "Can Alva eat me?"

The others in Rose Group were standing or sitting, but their gazes followed him closely. "Do you have to go?"

Villars shrugged and pulled up his bag. “I never do things by half.”

Sieg pursed her lips.Now she can't figure out what kind of medicine is sold in Silvio's gourd - first use Vilas to fish out the pirates and then rescue him, then let Vilas go to a neutral star like Komencio, and now what kind of pretend combination? ——If it weren't for the fact that it was completely unnecessary to catch and release, she sincerely suspected that Silvio wanted to regain control of Vilas's personal freedom.

She didn't speak, and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"It's going to be fine, don't worry." Vilas lowered his voice and said intentionally: "If you have an entrustment, remember to call me. You know, even if you don't call, I still have to pay for it!"

The four of you looked at me and I looked at you, and couldn't help laughing.

Therefore, Vilas picked one evening, stood on the side of the road with a handbag, and looked closely at the presidential residence opposite.It was an ordinary-looking two-story red brick building, and two soldiers in military uniforms stood guard at the door.There are black wrought iron fences half a person's height on both sides of the door. The flowers and plants on the flower garden and the balcony on the second floor are lush, and there are many green vines hanging down, blocking the white windows on the first floor.

Vilas stepped forward while suspecting that there was a butler in the red house who liked the pastoral style.The two sentries noticed him when he approached, and they realized that it was Mr. President's newly rumored target, so they couldn't help hesitating.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" the soldier on the left asked first.

"Does it count verbally?" Vilas replied casually, still looking around.As expected of the president's official residence, there are so many reporters ambushing nearby...

The two soldiers looked at each other, and the soldier on the right replied, "Sorry, Mr. President happens to have an impromptu meeting, and we can't inform you."

Villars didn't care. "Then it seems that I came here by accident." He said, and was about to turn back, when the black lacquered wooden door suddenly opened——

Silvio stretched out half of his body and caught his wrist accurately.

The soldiers were taken aback, and Vilas turned his head knowingly. "Aren't you in a meeting?"

"It's not too late." Silvio said calmly. "Come in."

Vilas looked down at the other party's still clasped hands, and raised his lips into a smile. "good."

The door was closed, and the two soldiers who were watching the whole process dared to exchange glances—Mr. President came to open the door himself!The tone is so gentle that it scares people to death!And took the initiative to grab the man's hand!Never seen anyone treated like this before!

But it didn't have the charming atmosphere they had imagined.In fact, as soon as the door closed, Silvio let go of his hand, and Vilas asked him with a half-smile: "New headline?"

Silvio did not answer the question. "There are a lot of empty rooms, find one you like." He walked to the side while talking, and Vilas caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a conference room, "You can have dinner."

Then he flashed in.Vilas stared at the closed mahogany door, touched his chin, and looked around again—the living room, kitchen, and study were as neat and tidy as the outside, but the furnishings were very simple, so to speak. ——He went upstairs by himself.

In the conference room, more than a dozen cabinet members—including the vice president and many ministers—rushed out after hearing Silvio call a timeout, thinking that something serious had happened; however, their president came back soon. Said, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

—What could cheer up the President in such a short time?

——Is it going to rain red?Is the sun coming out in the west?The pirate leader died suddenly?

Everyone has such questions in their hearts, but no one dares to ask them.

When Vilas went upstairs, he realized that Silvio hadn't lied—the corridor was winding and there were rooms on both sides, so how to choose?

"Is there artificial intelligence here?" Vilas couldn't help asking.He didn't want to look at them one by one!

"Happy to be of your service, sir," replied a soft female voice.

This tune sounds familiar... Vilas frowned suspiciously, "Athena?"

"It's me, Your Highness." The artificial intelligence seemed a little happy to be recognized, "Do you want to find a room that suits you?"

And Vilas didn't feel happy.Because he realized that if Athena is also the artificial intelligence of the space carrier and the presidential residence, it can only mean that Silvio planned to use him to catch Smits early on.Although it was probably his resolute refusal to go to Utimo that reminded Silvio, it was indeed not a good thing for his opponent to be so tough.

While thinking about it, he replied casually: "Yes."

Vilas was then led to one of the doors.He was about to go in, when he suddenly thought of something: "Are all the rooms on the side empty? Including the opposite side?"

The AI ​​was silent for a while. "Empty on both sides," she said, "on the opposite side is Mr.'s bedroom."

Vilas immediately let go of the doorknob. "I think it's more suitable to be farther away." He muttered, and decisively chose a room away from three.Although this distance is almost negligible for the super S-class sentinel, it is still better!

The furnishings in the room are still simple and simple, and there is even a large retro bookshelf.Now that all kinds of virtual photoelectric screens are popular, ink-printed books almost only exist in history.Vilas put down his bag and picked out a few books out of curiosity.He first sat on the chair to watch, then moved to the edge of the bed, and then... fell asleep in the overly comfortable quilt.

After the interim cabinet meeting was over, Silvio was still sitting in the conference room, still thinking about the issues just now—the energy sustainable development plan, and the asteroid habitation plan at the border between the Federation and the Empire.It wasn't until Athena reminded him that it was time for dinner that he suddenly remembered the new member of the house: "Has Quinn eaten?"

"No, Your Highness is asleep." Athena replied lightly, "The depth of sleep is over 80.00%, and the hunger level is below 40.00%. I don't think His Highness should be woken up."

Silvio nodded and stood up. "I gonna go see."

Relying on the strength of the super S-rank sentinel, Silvio did not make any noticeable movement when he entered the room.Although the light inside was very dark, he still clearly recognized the book that was covered upside down on the quilt, and couldn't help but laugh——

"The History of the Federation (Volume I): The Birth of Glory"?

Seriously, shouldn't the Imperial Dauphin see something more befitting of his status?In vain, he specially took out the imperial antique books that were originally stored in the underground archives as a front.

Sylvio picked it up, clipped the bookmark strap, and put the few books on the bed back on the shelf.Then he closed the curtains, walked back to the bed, and quietly watched the person lying on it——

Contrary to the hair that never seemed to be tidy, Vilas's sleeping posture was very standard and well-behaved, and it seemed that he was taught by the White Tower of the Federation.The delicate facial features are more delicate when sleeping, so quiet that no one wants to disturb them.

Silvio sat down silently.With the advantage of a very wide range of pheromone matching, coupled with the appearance bonus, he can fully imagine the popularity of Vilas among the Sentinels.Considering that Vilas is still an unbonded guide until now, the source of the amazing self-control can be imagined——

In fact, even in his sleep, he could barely smell Vilas.Under normal circumstances, the sentinel guides have more or less uncontrollable pheromone leaks after falling asleep.

Starting from the closed eyelids, Sylvio's gaze passed the tip of his nose to those slightly pursed lips, and he sighed inwardly.Then he leaned forward, took out the corner of the quilt that was pressed by the other party and covered it, got up and left.

After the door closed, Vilas turned over in the darkness, with most of his face buried in the pillow.He seemed to be sleeping more soundly, but he was actually thinking——

Playing a hooligan in public becomes a gentleman in private?Mr. President, is there something wrong with your style of painting?