black queen hypothesis

After this conversation, the relationship between the two became much more normal.The hostile atmosphere faded, and they could chat like ordinary friends.But only occasionally, because as the president of the Federation, Silvio was too busy to touch the ground.

"There was hardly anyone in the house."

When the companions asked again, Vilas replied like this-the five of them had just successfully completed a commission, Sieg was very happy, and invited everyone to a big meal in Capiter's most famous suspended hotel.

"So you're living in the President's mansion as a bachelor pad, is that what you mean?" Harford asked vaguely, as he was busy filling his mouth with juicy, char-grilled oysters.

Vilas watched him gobble it up amusedly. "Basically about the same."

"I don't sound as simple as a bachelor's apartment." Sieg was sipping a special cocktail, but it didn't affect her sharpness. "It's more like, you've changed your mind about Alva."

Vilas didn't intend to deny it. "Um."

Now, Laughlin had no choice but to say, "Why?" She pouted and complained, "I've decided to hate him long ago!"

"He has his things to do, and I have my own things to do. Sometimes things that have to be done have nothing to do with me," Vilas explained briefly, and then smiled, "But I have nothing against you hating him all the time."

"You clearly know that I hate him because of you!" Laughlin gave him an unhappy look. "Did he do something good recently? Don't tell me those reports count?"

The reports she mentioned were nothing more than various rumors about Mr. President's favorite person.It should be said that the speculation in those reports basically remained at the level of the last time Vilas saw it, saying that he might be able to be with a good wife and mother, but it would not be very suitable to take it out.

It has to be said that everyone in Rose Group thinks this is all nonsense, pure.Just kidding, if those reporters knew that they put the description of a good wife and loving mother on the Black Queen, they would definitely want to eat the manuscript they wrote back!

"It really doesn't count. Most of those things were fabricated out of thin air and embellished, so that I lost confidence in the overall quality of the federal media." Vilas shook his head, as if he was really sorry, "But this does not affect Alva's being a good partner."

Laughlin was still staring at him, and Sieg raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like Alva managed to convince you, on the issue of pirates?"

"It's not just pirates." Vilas spread his hands, "Anyway, I think he's sincere enough." He didn't intend to say that Silvio was going to return the special neutralizing agent to him—the fewer people know about this kind of thing before it finally succeeds The better, for him or for Silvio.

Sieg couldn't help asking: "So the previous things have been written off?" She carefully looked at Vilas's expression, and jumped to the next question: "Sincerity? Are you sure?"

Vilas didn't answer this question, because Fernandez answered it for him: "Who can fool our queen?" He paused the action of cutting the steak in his hand, "No matter who it is, as long as the queen believes in him, I will believe it." !Even Alva..." Then he paused, lowered his voice, and blinked mysteriously: "How do you say that sentence—'There is nothing the Black Queen doesn't know, only what he doesn't want to know'— Um?"

Hearing this, Harford put down the oyster shell, raised a smooth hand, and said solemnly: "I absolutely agree."

Laughlin knocked off the hand in disgust before nodding, while Sieg pursed her lips. "Well, I didn't ask. Still, are you sure you're in a normal situation, Vilas?"

And Veras immediately understood what she meant. "30.00%," he brought up the fabricated compatibility data again, "what do you expect to happen?"

Sieg looked around and finally gave up completely: "I wish I thought too much."

Vilas smiled, took the initiative to clink glasses with her, and then clinked glasses one by one.The guilt that he might never be able to confess came out again accompanied by emotion, but he resolutely pressed it back with a big gulp of wine——

Last time, this is the last time.Even if it is only for his companions, he will not allow failure!

Five people ate happily for more than two hours.Harford and Fernandez drank a little too much, and Villars and Sig had to be put on the suspension car one by one.

"It's okay, I can handle the rest." Sieg said to Vilas before getting into the cab, "Can you go back by yourself?"

"Sieg, is it too offensive to say such words?" Vilas couldn't help defending his honor as a super S-level guide and A-level sentry, "I'm still clear-headed!"

Sig was deliberately trying to squeeze more of him, so she laughed happily when she heard the words: "That's good." She buckled up her seat belt, "I hope that when we meet next time, you've already settled everything about the President's pirates. gone."

Knowing that this was still a joke, Vilas nodded seriously. "I hope so too."

"But if you don't—" Laughlin poked her face out of the trunk and smiled mischievously, "then you can only do boring museum commissions with us."

Vilas laughed. "I'm happy to be bored."

The two girls were very satisfied with this answer, and the suspension car sped away quickly.Vilas watched it disappear into the distant sky, and then summoned a flying one.But just as he was closing the car door, he suddenly noticed a butterfly fluttering away.

In addition to the famous food, the revolving Four Seasons Hotel suspended in mid-air has also created a colorful and gorgeous garden, and it is not too strange to have butterflies.But the problem is that the two wings of that butterfly are completely different—one has gold dots on a black background, the other has black edges on a gold background, and there are strange and irregular black patterns.

...Yin Yang Butterfly?

Vilas muttered a little.Leaving aside the minor and rare problems, the Yin-Yang Butterfly cannot fly at all.What he saw could only fly, which only meant that it was someone's spiritual guide.

Generally speaking, the spiritual guides of the sentries are carnivores, while the guides are herbivores; many people also believe that it is more accurate to use the strength of aggressiveness.So, which kind of poisonous butterfly is it?

With this question in mind, Vilas returned to the presidential residence.He was a little absent-minded when he entered the door, until he saw the owner of the mansion appearing at the kitchen door with a solid-colored mug.

"You came back earlier than me?" Vilas was a little surprised when he noticed that the other party had changed into pajamas. "Are you okay tonight?"

Silvio nodded. "Today is fine."

Vilas walked over and smelled a different mellow aroma than usual, "You grind your own coffee? Athena is on vacation?"

Silvio did not answer the question about artificial intelligence, but glanced into the kitchen. "Pour you a glass?"

"No need." Vilas quickly declined, "You are busy with your work, I will do it myself." When he said this, he wanted to pass Silvio, but an arm popped out from the side, blocking him .He looked sideways, and was surprised to find that the other party's originally rather amiable face had turned serious, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. "……What's wrong?"

Silvio didn't answer right away.He took a deep breath slowly, and said decisively: "You have other people's pheromones on you."

Vilas thought something serious happened, and almost laughed when he heard this. "Isn't it normal to smell someone else's smell when I go to a restaurant to eat?"

"You didn't smell it?" Silvio asked without answering.

Villars was baffled. "Of course I can smell it! Even though I'm a guide by trade, I didn't do all my Sentinel training for nothing—wait, don't you know that?"

Silvio stared at him for half a minute.

Vilas frowned and looked back.Just when he felt that a flower might bloom on his face, the obstacles in front of him were retracted by themselves.He didn't see anything useful from the sentry's face, so he simply shrugged and went to get himself coffee.

But Silvio didn't leave.To be precise, he just lifted his leg and then put it down again. "Did you do the trade union commission today?"

Vilas was still looking for milk and sugar, but he didn't look back. "Obviously."

"Any other commissions recently?"

"According to Laughlin, next time it will be a museum..." At this point, Vilas realized something was wrong, and he couldn't help but poked his head out from behind the refrigerator door to look at Silvio: "Why do you ask this?"

Silvio, however, walked away immediately. "I'll just ask."

Vilas stared straight at the crisp and straight figure.This is really a cover-up, Mr. President!What the hell is it smelling?Can't he directly satisfy his curiosity?