black queen hypothesis

Even if they didn't catch the two of them looking at each other for a long time, when the others recovered from their contemplation, they felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.But the theme of the meeting is there, and no one dares to go in another direction.And for some obvious reasons, they were both satisfied with the other's proposal—

In fact, except in a few places, the concessions made by the Empire were exactly what the Federation demanded.

Proposals from opposing parties can fit together almost seamlessly. Miracles are not enough to describe this matter.

"...If I didn't know it was impossible, I really doubt that our news has leaked out." When he returned to the tower where Sivio lived, Union finally said what he had held back for a long time. "Or are we just being seen through by the other party, no matter how?"

"I think that the new power center of the empire—from His Majesty to the Cabinet—is likely to hold a view on bilateral relations similar to ours." Ilea said, she has always been more optimistic. "It's a good thing."

Union snorted.Although he couldn't find any strong reason to deny Ilia, he was still worried. "As I said earlier, Kui...no, Your Highness, he is a powerful humanoid weapon." He said while looking at the others—a typical gesture of seeking support—"And what happened in the past two days Has been validating Heathcote's and my perception."

Bacall glanced at Silvio, whose expression remained unchanged, and took the initiative to take over the conversation. "Indeed. Whether it's when you are welcoming us or when you just negotiated, as long as His Highness is present, then—" He put the following sentence under stress, quickly and urgently, "Things will develop in the direction His Highness wants. It will be subtle, Naturally, quietly, hardly noticeable!"

No one dislikes Bacall for using too many and exaggerated attributives.Because that's what everyone thinks, especially the Sentinels.

Union could not nod more approvingly. "I've never felt that way before," he said, bringing it up with a tinge of horror, "and now I finally understand what the final battle was all about!"

He is the Minister of Security of the Federation. During the brief contact, he still thinks that Vilas is very convincing and unconsciously close to him; it is quite normal for the Imperial Guard to counterattack under the leadership of such a person. !

As a guide, Foreign Minister Buscemi is also very understanding. "I have never seen a more powerful guide than His Highness, especially when his influence is invisible and cannot be ignored. No wonder Your Highness can gather enough power for him to be enthroned in a short period of time—with his ability, sooner or later those opponents will will surrender to him."

Several people exchanged glances one after another, and they all saw worry in the eyes of others.They are indeed not controlled by Vilas, but because of this, they have a more sense of crisis——

Vilas was destined to become a universally echoed emperor, whose ideas could represent the entire empire; dictatorship was recognized as a very dangerous tendency.

"So, we should add a catch-all clause to the peace agreement?" Silvio, who had been quietly listening to their discussion, finally spoke.

"The bottom-up clause..." Buscemi was shocked, but immediately began to consider, "Your Excellency, you mean to restrict His Highness's personal thoughts?"

"For example, let His Highness promise never to start a war?" Union followed up.

These words made several people look at each other again. "This seems to be aimed at His Highness personally," Bacall said, and couldn't help but glance at Silvio again, "Will His Highness be angered by adding such a clause?"

"Why was he angered?" Silvio asked lightly, "You know, pacifism is written in the Federal Magna Carta."

This makes perfect sense.The Magna Carta is the cornerstone of the federation, and it is absolutely impossible to amend it; in contrast, what the federation asks of the empire is only the promise of Vilas, the emperor, and has nothing to do with making progress.

"Okay, I'll start to do it right away." Buscemi readily took the job that was originally his.

The internal discussion ended so far, Silvio turned back to the inner room, and the other four ministers left while talking——

"Actually, I don't want to fight either," Union shrugged. "I'm just worried. So far, it seems to be too easy to solve such a big issue."

"That's because you haven't seen how eloquent a sentry can be." Buscemi complained immediately, "I don't know where Your Highness can find someone who can talk better than me!"

"Could it be that Beckinsale is too beautiful, so you are speechless?" Bacall teased.

A group of people all laughed. "That's not it," Buscemi protested unconvinced amid the laughter of his colleagues, "I believe you will know when the details are discussed—my job is not easy at all!"

The serious and angry rebuttal made everyone laugh even harder.In this atmosphere, Ilea added: "I can understand what Union said, but we also have to think about some good aspects-His Royal Highness is only 27 now; if there is no accident, the agreement that is about to be signed It can bring peace to the Federation for at least 50 years." She paused, and became very solemn when she spoke again, "Everything we do is for the Federation."

Buscemi also became serious. "Yes, for the Federation."

"For the Federation!" The four agreed in unison, feeling that the previous hesitation and uncertainty had disappeared.

On Silvio's side, he had informed Vilas of the result in advance through a spiritual connection.

Vilas was silent for a while.It's not that he wanted to refuse, but because he thought that if the Federation added a catch-all clause, the Empire could also add one accordingly.For example, asking the Federation not to intervene when the Empire resolves certain difficult matters——

Do you know that I don't intend to use gentle means to subdue those planets that want to be independent?

We really don't intend to be nosy.Silvio replied.

Vilas was silent for a while, then turned his head abruptly—do you know how to play the piano?

Just like paper books have become antiques with strong historical significance, a shiny white grand piano is an antique among antiques.Of course Silvio, who was born in a remote star field of the Federation, would not, but this did not affect his willingness to go to the appointment - the tower where the emperor lived had a piano room, and his keen five senses had told him this earlier.

Vilas was indeed waiting inside.Not only that, but he also wore a white tuxedo.This suit was not as gorgeous as when he was welcoming the Federation mission, but it also made him look slender and his eyes were like the blue sea and clear sky.

Silvio's heart beat uncontrollably faster, but he didn't show it right away. "Ten out of ten nobles do it, huh?"

Vilas smiled. "I thought you knew that already."

"It's really impressive." Silvio smiled back, noting that Vilas had prepared a seat with a good view for him, with a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket and two goblets beside him , eyebrows slightly raised. "I have this honor?"

This was not a question, and Vilas didn't answer, and went straight to the piano chair and sat down.The induction spotlights on the piano automatically turned on, and the surrounding area went dark.

When Vilas' finger touched the white key, Silvio had already recovered.He sank into that overly comfortable armchair, staring at the person behind the piano for a moment——

At the beginning, there are some continuous and lively short sounds, and then the familiar long sounds are added.Like a dawn when the sun has just come out, a thin layer of mist covers the calm and clear water.

Then the short sound disappeared, and the long sound became cheerful, like someone coming from the fresh green grass by the river.It might be young girls, or it might be active children.No matter who they are, they all enjoy the beauty in front of them.

Then, the melody jumps, undulates, and advances layer by layer.People danced lightly, and the colorful long skirts drew round and graceful arcs as they rotated in pairs.

Dawn, spring, dance...

That's what his guide wanted to tell him.

Silvio couldn't sit still.He got up and walked slowly towards the person who seemed to be glowing.

You are sentimental, you are young, you are beautiful, you are good-natured, you glisten like gold in a mine, and truth awakens there, by the Danube, by the beautiful blue Danube.

Sweet flowers soothe the shadows and wounds of my heart, the barren bushes still bloom, the nightingale sings, by the Danube, by the beautiful blue Danube.

While reading these verses to the other party with a spiritual connection, Silvio's kiss had already landed on Vilas' forehead.This kiss was very light, passing through the corners of the eyes, the sideburns, and the tip of the nose, lingering and continuing downward.

The sound of the piano was still flowing like jade, and Vilas raised his face at this moment, with a little surprise written in his blue eyes—you know?

Making any noise at this time will destroy the atmosphere.It matches your eyes very well - Silvio replied silently, his lips had touched another pair of fresh lips like spring flowers.

Then those lips parted.Silvio tenderly sucked the round and full lips of the other party, licked and fiddled with it, and only let it go after a while.The tip of his tongue slightly penetrated into the opponent's mouth, tracing along the teeth bit by bit.

The progress was too grueling, and the person below let out a dissatisfied hum from the depths of his throat.Silvio resisted the urge to laugh and allowed himself to go deeper.And as soon as he entered, the other tip of his tongue eagerly greeted him.Between the touch, a shuddering desire is aroused, which can only be relieved by closer and deeper contact.

This kiss was very long, so long that when the two separated, they found that the piano room had long been silent, and they were sitting staggered on small piano chairs and hugging tightly.Vilas even buried his head in Silvio's chest, calming himself with the sound of the powerful heartbeat - they just established a thorough and complete spiritual connection; this is more exciting to the guide, he is still a little unconscious trembling.

"Dear Your Highness," Silvio said in a low voice, not too surprised to find that there was a low-pitched and unmistakable lust in his voice, "Do I have the honor of asking you to dance with me?"

Vilas didn't bother to look at Silvio's expression.Because in the case of 100% mental connection, he knew the status of his sentinel without his eyes—Sylvio was smiling unconsciously. "What about the music, my dear President?"

Silvio slightly opened the distance between them, freeing one hand to hold Vilas's face. "I hear it all the time," he looked deeply into those beautiful blue eyes, "in your head."

Their spirits seemed to unite silently, but that was not the case.You know, the general sentinel guide binding—whether it is a mental bond or a subsequent physical bond—needs to be performed in a specific room.Not only are those rooms completely isolated from the elements and filled with pleasing white noise, but they also prevent two people who can't help themselves from disturbing the others.The piano room, obviously, does not have such conditions.

To put it bluntly, the S-level and above sentries guarding outside the tower all caught the faint combination of sentinel and wizard breath-complex and harmonious woody notes, coming from two people they both know.

"It looks like we'll be returning to the Valley of Doom soon." Anubis whispered, expressionless.

Amit, who was by his side, didn't fully understand the sentence. "The Horus Guard has indeed been able to stand alone."

As a woman, Matt is relatively careful. "It's more than that." She said, "According to the royal tradition, children need to get the blessing of the elders when they marry their spouse." Even if the emperor and empress have passed away, it is still necessary for His Highness to inform them, so——

Could it be that their next task is likely to escort His Majesty the Emperor and His Excellency the President of the Federation back to the imperial mausoleum? !

#President Your Excellency teaches you what is romantic#