The whole universe is praising my vest

An He saw that Simmons didn't believe it, so he didn't make much excuses.

"Finally there is a place I can barely stay in." An He stayed on this floor and did not continue to go up.

An He dealt with the monsters before. All the monsters downstairs lost consciousness, but An He was unscathed. The monsters occupying this floor are quite intelligent.

An He came to a box, raised his hand and waved away all the dust and dirt nearby, and was about to sit down on the box.

Simmons took off his cloak and spread it on top of the box in advance, which was a little more comfortable than sitting directly on a hard box.

"Is this flattering?" An He asked with great interest, "I heard that you have always kept a low profile, only doing your own thing in silence, never flattering the upper blood, otherwise with your ability, the position would not be like this Low, why did you suddenly change your sex today? Because your life is in my hands, without my help, you wouldn’t be able to live until dawn in the sinful castle?"

Simmons froze, he did it subconsciously without thinking.

After a while, Simmons felt that he had found the reason: "You saved me, and the reward is due."

An He smiled slightly: "Sure enough, I didn't misread you."

"You know me well." Simmons realized the question, "Have you investigated me?"

An He didn't mean to hide this matter, so he nodded and admitted.

Simmons couldn't understand: "Why? I am one of many ordinary blood races, and there shouldn't be anything worthy of your attention."

"Of course you have." An He said, "You have qualities that are rare in the blood race. The reason why you don't want to continue to go up is because you don't want to touch more dark sides of the blood race. There are many eyes on you, and you know that you may be pushed by external forces and inevitably go against the good intentions in your heart."

"I don't even know myself this way." Hearing An He's thorough analysis, Simmons had mixed feelings, "Your Excellency thinks I'm a freak in the blood race, so you treat me as an interesting toy?"

"No." An He was smiling, and when he saw the gentle green eyes, Simmons almost thought that a real elf was standing in front of him, even though the other dazzling blood-red eyes clearly showed his presence, It also failed to drag Simmons out of this wonderful feeling, "I hope to recruit you."

"We are all from the Clauris faction, what are you recruiting me for?" Thinking of An He's disrespect when he talked about the Duke of Clauris, Simmons had an unbelievable guess.

An He said that the culprit who created these monsters must be solved.

Isn't the Claureus clan the culprit for conducting inhumane experiments and turning life with intelligence and emotion into ugly monsters without reason?

"You have a dissatisfaction with the Duke?" Simmons said urgently, "The Duke has always attached great importance to you. You carried the Duke's expectations, but you made mistakes that should not have been made during the mission. With the Duke's character, you should have been severely punished. , but he just locked you in the sinful castle. The sinful castle is not a dangerous place for you at all, and such a light punishment, doesn't it prove that the duke is very kind to you?"

"You're wrong." An He showed a subtle smile, "Although the Cloris clan has a powerful duke and Isabel with a bright future, Isabel hasn't grown up yet. When she can take charge of her own affairs, what else will she do?" It will take a long time. The severe damage caused by years of continuous decline of Clauris cannot be recovered in a short while, and they need the value I can create."

"They want to keep you in their hands?" Simmons said.

"In order to completely control me, they have adopted several methods. You should understand Cloris's behavior. Anyway, they are all methods that seriously consume my patience. People like me who like novel challenges will not I don't think it's any fun to deal with it." An He held his chin, his slightly closed eyes revealed tiredness, and his whole body exuded an aura of disgust.

Although Simmons worked for the Claureus clan, he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the clan. He could understand An He's thoughts.

No one wants to be a pawn who loses himself and completely obeys orders.

It's a pity that An He's ambition is too difficult to realize.

An He's current status is already a miraculous achievement as a mixed race, enough to leave a clear mark in the history of eighty galaxies.Simmons understands that his ability is far beyond what he can guess, but if he betrays Cloris, he will definitely suffer crazy revenge from the entire Cloris clan.

The Clauris clan, which has not yet recovered, has been doing amazing crazy experiments for a long time, and the experiments are still successful. It can be seen that the background of the ancient clan is unfathomable.

In order to better serve the Claureus clan, Simmons received strict training from an early age, including both strength and spirit.In terms of spiritual training, although Simmons has not cultivated a strong sense of loyalty, the fear of the Claureus clan is deeply rooted in his heart. Even if he is not happy, he never has the idea of ​​betrayal, let alone how to imagine it. against this behemoth.

"As you said, with the character of the Duke of Clauris, he will not tolerate my mistakes, and will even be more harsh. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to implement a new method of control over me, and it was Isabel who helped me. My punishment." An He said.

"Miss Isabel?" After being surprised, Simmons realized the deep meaning of An He's words, "You mean, Miss Isabel is with you? Why did she betray her own father?"

"The Duke of Cloris gave her birth just to do more experiments." An He's voice was emotionless, "Isabel is the most successful experiment in the history of the Cloris clan."

Simmons couldn't help taking a breath.

The truth that An He said repeatedly broke through his bottom line.

It would be too bloody and cruel to put one's own flesh and blood on the cold research table.

"The Duke of Cloris is just a half-finished product." An He commented.

Simmons asked: "Semi-finished product?"

"He has a lot of side effects caused by experiments, and his tyrannical personality compared to other blood races is one of the side effects." An He said casually, "Duke Cloris is not a good object of allegiance, you can think more about it Other options."

"For example, you?" Simmons asked back, "The Duke is not suitable for allegiance, but you are suitable?"

"It's better than Cloris. I'm still confident in this aspect." An He said it for granted.

Simmons was silent.

Even with Isabel as an extra, it was still difficult for him to fully trust An He who had just met.

An He said that he has always taken care of the innocent when doing missions, and he has kept things well in the past, but this time he accidentally exposed the truth.

Simmons thought that he could collect relevant information in the future to see if what An He said was true.

He was planning what to do after leaving the castle, completely forgetting that not long ago he felt that it didn't matter if he died in the castle.

An He no longer brought up the topic of solicitation, and kept sitting with his eyes closed to rest.

The whole castle fell into silence.

A few hours later, after the rest, An He opened his eyes, jumped out of the box and walked deep into the floor.

His figure sank into the darkness and disappeared from Simmons' field of vision.

Simmons stayed where he was and did not move. What An He wanted to do had nothing to do with him. Anyway, there was nothing in the castle that could threaten An He.

When the first light appeared on the horizon, An He still didn't show up, and Simmons couldn't sit still.

Even though An He's situation was unknown and the monsters lurking deep in the floor might threaten him, Simmons still walked in.

Without spending much time, he found An He.

An He is tinkering with the skeleton of the monster.

This monster should have died a long time ago, its body was eaten up by other monsters, not a single bit of flesh and blood was left, and even its bones were crushed to pieces. What An He is doing is to piece together the scattered skeletons.

The skeleton has been spliced ​​together in a good shape. During An He's disappearance, everyone should have been doing this.

"What's the point?" Simmons couldn't help asking.

"It doesn't make sense." An He replied casually, "Idle is idle."

Simmons was speechless.

He didn't know what to think, but he was actually standing here, watching An He build his skeleton.

When he came back to his senses and realized how stupid he was, the sun had already appeared in the sky outside.

"You should go." An He said without raising his head.

Simmons didn't move or speak for a while.

"We will meet again." An He continued to busy himself with his affairs, "At that time, you can reconsider my proposal."

Simmons asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will expose your ambition after I go out?"

This sentence was tantamount to reminding An He to kill himself, but he still asked.

An He just said, "No."

Simmons inexplicably felt An He's trust.

"Goodbye." Simmons hesitated again and again, but still said hello before leaving.

The sun's rays could not dispel the darkness in the castle, and Simmons walked farther and farther away. Before Anhe in his vision was about to be swallowed up by the darkness again, Simmons couldn't help but look back.

He saw that An He found a painting from the dust and debris not far from the skeleton, and wiped it clean.

The portrait is very old and blurred, but it can be seen from the distinctive features of the eyes and ears that the painting is of an elf.

This is a failed experiment exiled into the castle, a precious item brought in.

The person who brought the portrait might be an elf who was captured by the Claureus clan for experimentation, and the painting was of the other party's relatives, friends, or lover.

Or, the other party is not an elf, but an unknown race that loves a female elf.

Maybe it's blood.

An He's life experience came to Simmons' mind.

His father was the only blood race who had conceived a child with an elf.

An He's mother has become His Majesty Delia of the elves, and believes that it is a mistake of youth and ignorance to marry a blood race to give birth to a child. She is happily married to her current elf husband.

But what did An He's father think?

He was dead, and it seemed pointless to pursue such an answer.

Finally, Simmons saw An He gently place the portrait on top of the collaged bones.

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