black queen hypothesis

According to the scheduled arrangement, the Imperial Foreign Minister and the Federal Foreign Minister will have a ministerial-level meeting in the morning of the second day to touch each other's attitudes, so as to prepare for the closed-door meeting at the summit level in the afternoon.

All Vilas had to do was wait for the results, so he planned to stay in bed for five minutes.However, this dream was shattered before it could be realized - Sig waited outside early in the morning, claiming to have something urgent.It was obviously impossible for him to leave her to dry, so he could only get up to wash and change clothes.

"I heard you went fishing with Alva yesterday?"

This straightforward question was completely expected by Vilas. "It's not him and me," he corrected softly, "There are still a lot of people watching."

If it weren't for the fact that Vilas was about to ascend the throne, Sieg would have grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth. "There are still many people?" She snorted, staring at Vilas with a pair of beautiful eyes, her words were cold, "You and I both know what influence those people have on you."

Subtext, totally irrelevant. "Should I say thank you for the compliment?" Vilas raised an eyebrow.

Sieg did not speak, but continued to stare at him with her arms folded on her chest.

Vilas looked back, defeated in seconds. "Actually, there's nothing to say," he compromised a little discouraged, "it's just what you see."

Now it was Sig's turn to raise his eyebrows, because Vilas was acquiescing to his ambiguous relationship with the Federation President. "Are you serious?" She asked in a voiceless voice, "The fake show is real?"

Vilas thought about the difference between the word and "can't help it", and finally felt that it would be more friendly to Sieg to make a fake show. "Because I lied to you before," he tried to slow down his tone and expression, "about his and my pheromone compatibility."

However, this did not alleviate the shock at all, especially when Sieg guessed the truth in an instant. "You said the value was extremely low, and I felt something was wrong at the time; so are you going to tell me now that your pheromone compatibility with him is so high that it is irresistible? 100%?"

Completely right, Vilas nodded slightly awkwardly, his eyes flickering.

Sig felt like he was going crazy. "You knew this early in the morning, why did you play a game of pretending to be bound with him?!" Isn't it obvious that you are going to lose yourself? !

"I didn't think it would be at first..." Vilas replied in a low voice, before the other party's foreseeable and stronger anger came quickly: "After all, I didn't have any accidents when I had a sudden bond fever."

"--What?!" No matter how well-bred Sieg was, she couldn't restrain herself from exclaiming at this time.This means...it won't be what she thinks, right?

Facing the head of the group who wrote "Quickly tell the truth to my mother" all over his face, Vilas felt more and more guilty. "That time with the pirates. On the way back from Pitatus, I had a sudden combination fever... nothing really happened."

Sieg doesn't think she's going crazy now, because she's already died once.The vast and uninhabited space, the lone sentinel with few guides, the same ship... "My God," she held her forehead in pain, "My God!"

Being overly emotional is not a good thing for a Sentinel.Vilas cautiously opened his spiritual touch to appease the person who was on the verge of eruption. "Don't worry," he said softly, "I know what I'm doing."

Feeling that the previous anxiety dissipated quickly, Sieg took a deep breath and stared at Vilas again. "You mean, you like him?"

Veras was rendered speechless by the bluntness, but nodded—slightly, but firmly.

Sigur was still staring at him—almost staring.After a short while, she exhaled heavily again. "Well, I see. Anyway, this is your personal business, and no one else has the right to interfere."

"I'm sorry." That's all Vilas could say.

Sieg waved his hand. "There's nothing to be sorry about," she said briefly, apparently regaining her usual composure, "I just want to know, what should I do next?"

"Do whatever you want." Vilas spread his hands, seemingly indifferent.

Sig looked at him sharply from head to toe.To be honest, if Vilas said that he didn't want to be an emperor because of being with Silvio, she would definitely think that he was being controlled; but she had encountered this kind of awkward and helpless situation before—— Modify the memories of the other four people in Rose Group, including her, and run back to the empire to temporarily take over as the marshal——?

... The worrying guy, never changed!

"Everything is ready," she changed the subject abruptly, "Everyone is waiting for tomorrow's ceremony. Do you think there is anything else that should be paid attention to?"

Vilas thought of Harford's one-ten-thousandth fault tolerance rate, and quickly shook his head.But halfway through the shaking, he suddenly remembered something. "Remove the shielding of the Gloria Auditorium during the ceremony."

Sieg looked terrified.Except around the tower where Vilas lives, there are spiritual shields in other parts of the palace.This is a defensive measure against foreign sentinel guides; it can effectively prevent accidents when holding ceremonies or meetings.But Vilas is now saying to withdraw...

"To show the empire's welcome and respect for visitors." Vilas added lightly.

Sig didn't believe this statement, she believed more in what Vilas was planning. "During the ceremony, there were at least two or three hundred people in the auditorium," she deliberately glanced sideways. "Do you want to tell me that you can distract yourself to see what they are thinking while enthroning?"

Sure enough, he was guessed... Vilas grinned, showing eight neat white teeth, and smiled brightly. "I want to try."

Sieg couldn't hold back anymore and rolled his eyes.Although the tone is flat, the content is not subtle at all... Should she say, is she worthy of Vilas?

But she wasn't really complaining.Because she has been in the empire for a while, she knows that there are still dark currents under the current calm appearance.If Vilas wants to secure the throne, he must first remove the nails hidden in the dark.The glamorous enthronement ceremony is enough to stimulate some people with ulterior motives to show their feet.

"I don't care what you're going to do, but you mustn't screw up the ceremony—I've worked hard!" Sig shook his fist at Vilas in warning.

Villars smiled, however.Because he knew that Sieg actually hoped that he would become the emperor in peace and stability compared to Dagong. "Obey, Commander!"

This amused Sig.She grudgingly grimaced, gave Vilas another stare, and turned to leave.But before she really stepped out of the door, she turned her head——

"The past, the past is the past;" she said, gnashing her teeth a little, "but in the future, it's best not to let me find out that that guy has done anything wrong to you!"

After saying this, she left.

...In the eyes of their leader, Silvio has now changed from "Alva" to "that guy", is it a disguised demotion?

Vilas stared at the empty doorway, touched his chin, and couldn't help but overflow with a gleeful smile—oh, it's really bad for Silvio!

And Sieg, who has gone far away, has already been told in his heart that "I have never heard that a sentinel guide with 100% pheromone compatibility can defend itself like a jade during sudden binding fever", "sudden binding heat energy control is not called sudden binding heat" and "Villas doesn't seem to be lying because I don't even know whether it's bound or not. It's a hell" and other blood-red characters were written all over the screen.

It has to be said that she fell into exactly the same situation as Bacall at that time.But unlike Bacall, Sieg is determined not to let this matter rot in her stomach——as soon as the federal mission leaves, she will tell the matter to the remaining three members of the rose group!

By noon, the foreign minister stepped into the emperor's study earlier than expected.

"How's the situation?" Vilas asked the other party with a smile on the swivel chair, "Did you scare the Federal Foreign Minister you met for the first time?"

Anyone who sees a blond, slender beauty who likes to wear a wide-brimmed gardenia hat doesn't think of her as a government official; Beckinsale (Besale) is one.Consistent with her appearance, her temperament is also quite hot.For example, when she met Vilas for the first time, she greeted her like this——

"If I hadn't had a guide, I would have pursued you passionately, beauty."

It feels so sour to be called a beauty by a beauty, and Vilas is very impressed.Because the foreshadowing impact was sufficient, he later easily accepted the fact that Beckinsale was almost invincible at the negotiating table and was still a sentinel-you must know that the guide is generally more dominant in tongue skills.

But now, the beauty raised her eyebrows slightly. "Only Your Highness, you were frightened by me for the first time."

Veras was speechless for a moment, secretly thinking that he might have offended all the female sentinels in the palace today.

Beckinsale looked at his expression, a little funny, and took the initiative to return to the normal topic: "As we expected before, the federal side did not intend to make things worse. In my opinion, their President may It has been privately instructed that at least the framework of a peace agreement be signed for this trip."

Vilas didn't doubt that. "That's what we mean too." He quickly entered the working state, "Where is their bottom line?" The key to negotiation is to find out the opponent's cards and strive for the maximum benefit for one's own side.

"The biggest problem is still those disputed border territories." Beckinsale said, frowning slightly, "Our army has already retreated, but the federal garrison has not withdrawn."

These words are still not enough, and Vilas knows it well. "The Federation does have an advantage." He said, "We have discussed this point many times: Appropriate concessions can be made without violating the original interests of the empire. After all," he shrugged slightly, "the Federation has We have shown our sincerity first, and we have to make a matching gesture.”

Beckinsale certainly knows the truth that the winner is king. "Whether the Federation wants resources or taxes, it can be negotiated; what if the Federation requests that all those planets be included in their star field?"

Vilas shook his head almost without hesitation. "No," he said firmly, "the Federation doesn't want it at all."

... It's not that you can't have it, it's not that you don't dare to have it, but that you don't want it?

Beckinsale read out the words "There is an inside story". "Your Highness, it's not that I dare to doubt you," she said carefully, "but the Federation doesn't want it, how do you know?"

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