black queen hypothesis

As a qualified Pequeas-class space carrier, the space on the Athena is more than enough for two people to the point where they never meet once a day.Of course, apart from the large space, there are other reasons—Veras was upset when he saw Sivio, so he simply hid in the cabin and closed the door, and the mental barrier was also erected tightly. What is not seen is pure; and Sylvio, in fact, does not want to stay with Vilas for a long time and at close range——

For he found, to his dismay, that Vilas was the real cause of his disquiet.

It cannot be said that he did not expect this.If an unexpected accident happened during their first close contact, he basically asked for it the next two times.He has confidence in his self-control, but now it turns out that the attraction of instinct is beyond his expectation——

The feeling of fighting side by side with a guide with high pheromone compatibility is really wonderful.Not only is the ability to compete with one another like a fish in water, but there is also an indescribable...comfort and tranquility.

Yes, it is comfort.An almost lazy comfort; to exaggerate it, it is like a baby surrounded by amniotic fluid and protected, nothing bad will happen.

This feeling is really abrupt on the battlefield, but luckily it's only a little bit—after all, Vilas strictly maintains the boundary between the two; unless necessary, the other party's mental touch will not touch him.But this is enough for him to imagine that even with only a very small spiritual connection, he can probably stay by the other party's side for a whole day without feeling bored at all.

... This feeling is probably called dependence, and Silvio has never tried it before.

Well, in fact, he wasn't entirely to blame for the first two times.After all, the natural characteristic of pheromone compatibility is not in his control.

Comfortable doesn't mean welcoming, however.Silvio was very unfamiliar with this feeling, and rationally clamored to resist.And Oswal's uncontrollable restlessness has affected him more or less—it seems that after returning from the Crystal Palace, it has been wandering aimlessly in his mental image, often growling angrily, without thinking about it for a moment stop.

Things were going out of their way and out of control, and Silvio couldn't help being upset.He hates weakness, and dependence produces weakness; he also hates loose self-control, not even a little bit.Therefore, he has always erected a mental barrier and is always on guard.

In any case, the first three days were uneventful for them.It wasn't until the fourth day that Vilas finally seemed to be tired of the monotonous scenery of the cabin. He appeared in the public living cabin for the first time and went straight to Sivio.

By then Silvio had almost finished his supper.As soon as Vilas stepped out of the cabin door, he heard the steady and even footsteps of the other party, and he had cleaned up his expression a long time ago without any flaws.

Vilas didn't pay special attention to Silvio.After all, in his cognition, no matter whether he is looking at Sivio or Sylvio is looking at him, the relative direction and distance are all clear in the mental picture, and there is no nonsense——

Obviously, in fact, Vilas is stepping out.He will be back in Capitol in two days, and he has to ask about some things. "The fact that the cruiser was attacked by the Pitatus pirates has already spread, right?"

Silvio knew there was going to be a conversation.He put down the knife and fork—immediately a mechanical hand cleared the table—and calmly looked back at the person opposite with his hands on the table: “Yes.”

"The official draft of the Federation is really honest." Vilas muttered, unable to hear any complaints or disgust, he asked again: "What about the casualties?"

"Zero." Silvio didn't blink.

Vilas stared slightly. "So you just think it's a harassment? You didn't even lose the prisoner?" Meaning that he still has to spend the rest of his life in prison?Can't you just give him something simpler?

Silvio's eyes darkened. "No," he said word by word, "As soon as the Athena left Cape Sounion, Pitatus issued a statement claiming responsibility for your death."

"……what?!"

Vilas envisioned many possibilities, none of which came like this. "Smitz said he killed me?! Why did he..." A series of questions came to an abrupt end here, and he suddenly realized that this was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of: "That means, I don't have to answer Capitol?"

Although this is an interrogative sentence, there is no interrogative tone in it.

Silvio's face also sank.Because he had already found out that the pirates had produced evidence that Vilas was in their hands and claimed that Vilas was dead, and the matter was certain; but he could not announce what he did-after all, Mr. President was on vacation, But Frost Star and Sounion Point are completely in two directions.

In theory, Vilas is still a prisoner of the Federation; but in reality, no one can imprison a dead person...

Although Vilas could see that Silvio's expression was not good, he still felt that this was a good opportunity. "Let's make a deal?" He slowed down his tone, and it was rare for him to try to find a way for them both. "I won't talk about the previous thing, and you think I'm dead?"

Silvio gave him a sharp look. "What's the meaning?"

Vilas pulled out the armchair and sat down across the table. "Literally." He spread his hands, "The crown prince of the empire is dead."

"You mean..." Sylvio's eyes did not relax at all. "Why?"

"No reason." Vilas felt that there was nothing to explain, but he knew that the other party was not convinced when he saw Silvio's appearance: "What if I say that I have never been interested in being an emperor?"

Because it was really unexpected, Silvio remained silent for a while.

Seeing the hands with ten fingers firmly intertwined from the opponent's seemingly extremely straight posture at all times, Vilas continued his efforts: "Think about it, it won't do you any harm."

Not only is there no harm, but there are also great benefits... But Silvio still can't figure out the logic.What's wrong with being an emperor? "What are you going to do?" He simply changed the subject.

"Actually, I don't have any plans." Vilas spread his arms wider, "but I think, no matter what you do, it must be better than staying in the white room of the Federation. And I promise," he smiled casually With a smile, "No one will find out who I am."

If it were someone else, Silvio would definitely not believe it; but it was Vilas who said this, and he had to believe it—if it weren’t for the powerful ability to modify other people’s mental images and even produce specific hallucinations, “Black Queen” Ares Te Quinn's true identity should have been revealed years ago.

"That's probably what Smits wanted," he concluded.

Vilas glanced at Silvio, not surprised. "There's no 'possible'." He agreed, but at the same time he was sure, "but he won't get a second chance."

Silvio didn't doubt Vilas' ability, but he doubted Smitz's means and intentions.

The pirate leader is a hidden sentinel, from character to ability; if coupled with a powerful guide... it is simply not a threat that can be described as a serious problem.At the same time, he believes that Vilas's extremely wide range of pheromone compatibility definitely includes Smitz, otherwise Smitz would not be able to take Vilas abducted and keep him in a place that seems to be extremely intentional.

But no matter how high the compatibility is, it can't compare to him and Vilas...

Kankan pulled back his wandering thinking, and Silvio gave the most satisfactory answer. "The Federation cannot take risks."

Vilas laughed at this, but there was no smile in his blue eyes. "That is to say, if I want to leave the Federation, I can only tamper with your mental picture?"

This was undoubtedly a threat, but Silvio remained steadfast. "You can try it."

The familiar tone made Vilas immediately think of his neutralizers that might have been confiscated.He snorted coldly: "I thought you should be more open-minded."

"If the simple method is enough, why bother yourself..." Sivio wanted to say, he never had the hobby of adding extra workload to himself; but before he finished speaking, a sudden seductive smell came assaulted him—

No exaggeration, it was really an attack; it came fiercely, and immediately released the beast that was locked in his heart; Oswail stopped and began to howl excitedly——

Damn bonding heat!

Silvio immediately got up and backed away.Because of the speed, his chair fell straight back.

There was a loud crash on the ground, but no one cared about it now.Vilas sat there with his head half down, his hands that were originally outstretched were already clenched into fists, and his veins were faintly protruding.

Silvio, of course, has dealt with such accidents as sudden conjugation fever.Under normal circumstances, the Sentinel guide who has already bonded can easily solve the problem by finding his other half; but the guide in front of him is not only not yet bonded, but also keeps sending out a warm invitation of "what are you waiting for"; What's important is that he is ready to move under this kind of invitation...

And Vilas cursed dozens of times in his heart.

He has always been very stable in combination with thermal cycles; as long as the neutralizer is applied ahead of time, there should be no problems.But the recent drug abuse is so serious that the combination fever comes sooner rather than later, and it happens at the key point of the negotiation... Or is it because he was too close and too close to a sentinel who was too compatible? long time?

Trying to suppress the climax, Vilas didn't say anything, just got up - the footsteps were obviously weak - and walked back.

"Are you... all right?" As soon as this sentence came out, Sylvio's rationality wanted to slap his master in the face - the sentinel asked knowingly during the wizard-bonding fever, what is it?

Vilas didn't even want to waste time talking back.The combination fever, which had been suppressed for a long time, was too aggressive to resist when it came this time. He could only return to the cabin as fast as he could, close the doors and windows tightly, and fell to the ground before he could move to the bed.