Intelligence Bureau

british royal prison

"Colonel Costa, please follow me." A man suspected of being the warden greeted him from a distance. He must have received the notice in advance and skipped the questioning process. and Sylvia lead the way.

Although Britain at this time was not as feudal and dark as it was in the Middle Ages, the society was by no means open to the point of generally affirming Lennart’s approach.

In fact, Lennart didn't mind these reputation issues, and Sylvia was going back to Italy anyway, so she didn't need to mind.But now it's a good thing that someone takes the initiative to help them sweep away the noise from their ears.

If you are loyal to England for the rest of your life, the higher ups will not allow such stains to exist.

The two were taken to a separate cell in the depths of the prison. Sylvia, who had suffered through the miserable scene, obediently grabbed Lennart's sleeve and shrank behind him.

"Sure enough, he is a former high-ranking cabinet official. Even the prison cell is higher than the average prisoner. Could it be because the physiological needs are more than the average person?" Lennart smiled slightly, and his eyes naturally looked into the window , and then an unknown astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The warden who heard this was obviously stunned.

He had heard of the young army colonel's outspoken deeds, but he didn't expect that when he actually saw it, there would still be such a big impact. How can you say that words like physiological needs are too...

"How could Lennart say that? It's not just a day or two that he likes to play prison games." It's just that he didn't expect to play himself into it one day.

Such a double blow was fatal to the prison warden. It turned out that the colonel's "unobstructed speech" was hereditary and inherited from his mother.

A hint of contempt suddenly appeared in his eyes. Women who can say such shameful words are generally uneducated bitches.

Of course, this look will not escape Lennart's peachy eyes.

Sylvia's petite body, which only reached Lennart's chest, squeezed from behind the two big men to the front, and her vision finally widened.But still only the rusted iron door can be seen, and the viewing window on the iron door hangs high above her head.

Even so, Lennart, who could easily see the whole prison cell from the small observation window, still put on a look of interest, as if he couldn't see the commanding gaze cast by Sylvia.

"Lenate Costa!" The deliberately lowered roar resembled the warning neighing of a feline about to explode.

Lennart, who seemed to be expecting such a voice, finally turned his head in satisfaction, and said to the warden, "Open the door."

The other party lowered his head in embarrassment, crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen and rubbed them slowly. "But it's a rule..." Visits can only be made through the viewing window.

Before the words were finished, the cap was ignited first.

The warden took several steps back in horror, pulled off the military cap on his head with both hands in a panic, and rubbed against the wet wall next to him.Just at the moment when he spoke, the man suddenly approached urgently, and the flame suddenly ignited brilliantly, strangling his throat.

"Take care of your eyeballs and don't move around~ Otherwise, you won't know what it is next time. Open the door."

The heavy iron door was torn open from the outside with a hiss, leaving a layer of rust in a panic.

As soon as the door opened, Sylvia was the first to walk in high-spirited, but soon her high-spirited steps were like a carriage with a broken wheel, hanging in half, neither front nor back no.

When the face that did not match his age turned to face Lennart, it was complicated beyond words.

It turned out that what he saw through the viewing window was like this... It turned out that his smile was not expressing the arrogance of victory, but full of contempt.

"Because he was worried that his actions would cause harm to other prisoners and cause a big commotion, so he was isolated alone." The warden's obedient voice still played a role at this time, at least to save Leinart effort to explain.

Lennart stepped forward and touched the top of her head, as if giving her great encouragement, Sylvia regained her arrogance and moved forward.

"Lilf, do you remember me? Sylvia Costa, I'm here to see you." Sylvia went to the corner and squatted down, trying to make eye contact with that person.

The man curled up in the dank corner of the cell was buried in a pile of messy and dirty grass, and because of the damp, bits and pieces of grass covered his body and face.In fact, this is a very normal prison scene, if you ignore the deep marks he kept scratching on the wall in a near-self-harming way.

Hearing this, the man paused briefly, but only raised his head for a quick and evasive glance, and then continued to focus on the work in his hand.

However, even if he raised his head slightly, it was enough for Sylvia, who was close at hand, to see his face clearly.The handsome face composed of the unique profound facial features of the British seems to be far away in memory, completely covered by the muddy face and cloudy eyes.

"It's time for him to be calmer. In order to prevent him from going crazy suddenly, let's stay away." The warden's trembling voice of advice came from behind, obviously he hadn't recovered from the intimidation just now.

But Sylvia seemed not to have heard his words, not only moved closer to her face, but even reached out to touch the man's messy and semi-solid hair.

There was a smile on her bright red lips that was as terrifying as the touch conveyed by her fingertips.

"Hehe, Lilph seems to know himself very well. Living in the dirty world he deliberately created, and dying in the mire of a prison worm nest, he clearly understands that he is such an existence, and he is only suitable for these filthy things. The presence."

"Is it unexpected that I would end up in a situation dozens of times more miserable than I was at the beginning? In fact, this is something that makes the whole world happy except for you, isn't it?"

"Do you know? All along, the child you wanted to kill was originally named Lenat Thomas. He is not a bastard, but your son. But now and in the future, there will only be A Lennart Costa."

"Despite all your obstacles, he has become a great big man, a big man who brought you here."

……

The whole process was unexpectedly calm, no matter what Sylvia said, Lilph focused on scratching his wall.Sometimes, it even creates the illusion that he is actually listening carefully.

Lennart just smiled lightly, waiting patiently for Sylvia to get up and leave.Perhaps, she wanted to stay here until she saw that man die with her own eyes, and he also had the patience.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, he grabbed Sylvia's shoulder and quickly stepped back.But even though he had reacted very quickly, a long and ferocious bloodstain still bloomed on the back of Sylvia's white hand.

After confirming again and again that Sylvia was not injured, he strangled the neck of Lilf who was rushing forward with one hand, and the strength could be seen from Lilf's rapidly flushed face. "If you move around again, I will cut off your claws~ I think you must like to chew the wall with your teeth like a mouse."

The warden next to him was already so frightened that he was leaning against the wall, and the icy cold made him shiver uncontrollably.

Lilf's original frantic movements gradually slowed down in the powerlessness brought about by his difficulty in breathing, and he was only waving his hands randomly but softly, as if he was struggling before death.

"Leinart, let's go." Sylvia came out from behind Leinart, but she didn't have a frightened expression on her face, she just glanced indifferently at Lilf, whose face was turning blue, and then fixed her eyes On Lennart.

The scene was deadlocked for a while, Lilf had already rolled his eyes frequently, and Lennart finally closed his eyes, and did not open them until they were filled with laughter again. "There's no way."

Hands loose, people fall.

Both of them stopped looking at the prostrate man on the ground, turned around and walked out of the cell.

The moment the iron door was locked again, there was a loud knocking sound from inside, as if the iron door was going to be knocked hard like a madman.

Everyone present understood the reason for his sudden madness.Just one word.

[In any case, I will not deny the fact that I once loved you deeply. 】

After staying in the dark prison for a long time, I felt as if I was going to be evaporated by the sunlight when I walked out, but I felt comfortable.Because every breath of fresh air here is precious, giving the greatest baptism to those who have been infected with depression in prison.

"Leinart Costa, even if you keep staring at it, it won't heal immediately." Sylvia's still tingling hand dangled deliberately in front of Lenat, interfering with his lock.

"Ah."

"So restrain your Oedipus complex a little bit." The dangling hand finally moved behind her back and stopped coming out, Sylvia looked a little helpless.Many times, Lennart was overprotective of her.Although she understood the reason very well, if her son's emotional career was delayed because of this, would she have to repay it with a promise of her body?

"Hmm." Lennart appeared behind Sylvia, grabbed her wrist, and carefully looked at the injury again.After staying in the filthy environment of the prison for so long, it is easy to get infected.

Sylvia tugged several times but didn't pull her hand back, and was angry.hateful!You have followed my words with deeds!

After a while, Sylvia, who saw Lennart holding her wrist with inescapable strength and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to bandage her, was completely weaker than when she saw Lelf. Also powerless.

But it is undeniable that the whole heart was surrounded by emotion, just like the white handkerchief that covered the scars, it erased the wounds in her heart.

"Leaf's matter, so be it." The hand that bandaged her paused.

Because it wasn't until just now that I realized that there is no need to pursue the past that has clung to the past that has allowed the hatred to grow wildly.Even if the person you hate appears in front of you in such embarrassment, the pleasure it brings is not as shocking as every small move of the person in front of you.

The only thing to hold on to is what you have now, and Lennart must have known that.

After three seconds.

"Ah."

"Lenate Costa! You're putting me off!"

"Did you just find out now that Ms. Silvia is still as dull as ever?"

"Bastard! I will definitely kill you!!!"

After sending Sylvia home, Leinart, who took off his heavy military uniform, rushed back to the Intelligence Bureau before dark.What I said at the beginning was not all a joke. The Intelligence Bureau has indeed accumulated a lot of affairs in the absence of both ministers.

Just as the blue ink was struggling to write the next graceful and beautiful characters, the seductive young man with long black hair came in with a bunch of documents in his arms.Perhaps it was because he was really devoted to work, the man in the white windbreaker rarely raised his head to make fun of it.

This rarely revealed side made Qi Lasuo have to admit [the charm of a serious man is really immeasurable].Although the usual Lennart is also very attractive, but it is completely two extremes from the one in front of him.

And this man is the only person who can perform both extremes to such a perfect level.

"Lai..."

"Qirasso, I seem to have seen Minister Arnold's documents here." Qirasuo, who was about to speak, was preempted.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Arnold entrusted Luca to hand over all the documents that he does not need to see to you."

"..." Lennart rubbed the center of his brows, as if he was too tired to speak anymore.Minister Arnold, is this a form of revenge?

"Mr. Lennart, there is a letter from Mr. Arnold." Qilaso handed him a cowhide envelope on the top of the pile of documents.

"Oh? A love letter?" Lennart took it and opened it on the spot.

Then, his more and more meaningful smile made Qilaso really start to think about the possibility of a love letter.What kind of letter was it that made the vice minister, who had looked tired a moment ago, suddenly cheer up?

No, it's really a love letter, right?