"You said you don't like women's bodies. You think they have too much fat-"
Before the man finished speaking, he was slapped to the ground by Roger. Roger took off the belt from his waist and whipped it like a whip.
"Do I allow you to come out tonight?" Roger's voice was very soft.
"...It's my fault." The man on the ground gasped, and a look of resentment emerged in his eyes. "It's been so long since I've seen your face when you treat them that I forgot that you also have such a humble side..."
"Some hunters are always accustomed to appearing in the form of their prey. You should know this best." Roger leaned over and grabbed the man in front of him by the chin, "Be sensible, I'm in high spirits."
…
On the way back, Paran kept staring at her phone. She tapped the screen quickly and jumped between different information pages. The cold light of the screen reflected her face, making her pupils bright.
"... Let me just say that I have some impression - last month he attended a private exhibition in Wulian with his lover... It seems that he has been surrounded by beautiful boys all these years."
Paran moved the screen slightly towards Hesta and slid his fingers through one group photo after another.
"Look, do you think that every one of his lovers looks similar to himself? They are all this kind of thin, tall, pale-skinned young people. The age of these people... they are only seventeen or eighteen years old at most, right? "
Paran looked sideways and realized that Hesta beside him had fallen asleep.
Hesta, who was lying in a corner of the carriage, was sleeping peacefully. She lowered her head and her body swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage.
...No wonder she didn't respond to a word of what she said just now.
The sleeping Hesta's eyebrows were no longer furrowed - although there was still a slight wrinkle there, she seemed to be enveloped in a kind of happy tranquility at the moment, with no hint of a smile on her eyebrows and corners of her mouth.
Paran calmed down and looked sideways at Hesta, who was taking a nap.
It is impossible for humans to enter REM sleep in such a short period of time, so Hesta's smile must not be due to a dream.
It can be seen that he is really happy.
…
The carriage soon stopped in front of the Viscount's mansion. Paran was thinking about whether to get out of the car now when he realized that Hesta had woken up at some point. She still maintained the same posture as before, but her eyes were open. Open, looking out the window.
"Why don't you get out of the car?"
"A little tired," Hesta tightened her coat and buried her chin in the collar, "I want to... sit down for a while."
"What are you going to do next?"
Hesta quickly raised her eyes and glanced at Paran. She shook her head slightly, signaling the other party not to say any more.
"This compartment is very clean. You can rest assured because I have checked it-"
"It's better to get out of the car."
Hesta suddenly pushed open the compartment door and jumped to the ground. The oncoming night wind blew away all her sleepiness. About ten steps away, the coachman who was pushed away by Paran was smoking on the dim road. The orange light spot on the cigarette butt flickers on and off.
Hesta waited under the carriage for a while. Seeing that there was no movement on Paran's side, Hesta suddenly realized something and went around to the other side of the carriage to open the door for Paran.
Paran snorted softly and got out of the car.
When the coachman drove away, Hesta turned around - Paran had already walked on the path leading to the mansion alone.
She quickly caught up to him, "I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to be more careful."
Paran stopped suddenly: "You don't trust me."
"no--"
"If you don't trust my judgment, you don't trust my ability, which means you don't trust me." Paran said softly, "What's the problem?"
Hesta frowned and thought for a while, "...I'm sorry."
"It's a good thing to be cautious, but being too cautious is a bit pretentious... If you can't trust me, can't you trust Ava?" Paran looked away, "I'll ask again, what do you want to do in the future? Do you need my cooperation in any way? "
"I do have one thing that I might need help with, but...I don't know if you can do it-"
Paran opened his eyes wide: "Hey, listen, after the first sentence of apology, the next sentence starts to get exciting!"
"...There is no radical general," Hesta held his forehead, "It was an idea that suddenly came to mind when he took us to see Kahlo's paintings just now. I myself also felt that it was a bit difficult to implement, so..."
"You tell me, tell me, let me see how helpful you are. I can't even help you."
"I remember that at the beginning of this year, AHgAs carried out an experimental upgrade to the battlefield life-support device," Hesta said in a low voice. "I only have an impression of this matter and have not learned the details, but now I will inquire about it." It’s too conspicuous…”
Hesta considered her words and paused for a moment.
"Is there any way for you to get two sets of prototypes directly?"
Paran stood there, looking at Hesta, his expression unchanged for a long time.
"Eureka..." Paran raised his hand, "You are really... totally rude to me."
…
Paran and Hesta entered the mansion gate one after another. As soon as the valet closed the door, they heard footsteps and shouts from outside. Hesta recognized that it was Teresa's voice.
She stopped and stood guard at the door, and sure enough, she saw Teresa's figure soon. As soon as the two met, Teresa sighed with a smile: "Ah... Eureka, it's so embarrassing that you didn't sleep. alright."
"What's wrong?"
"There's something urgent right now. Go call the shepherd. I'll wait for you in the hall."
Hesta did so.
When she and Calvin returned to the hall again, Teresa was sitting on one side of the long table. Next to her, the sleepy Endai was writing furiously on a piece of white paper - this look, obviously He was just pulled from the bed.
Teresa also noticed the appearance of Hesta and Calvin, and she stood up and dragged out chairs for them.
"Come, please sit down."
Hesta and Calvin sat down somewhat inexplicably, with a piece of white paper and a pen placed in front of them.
"Let me briefly explain the situation. It's not a big deal," Theresa intertwined her fingers to form a triangle and said with a smile, "This afternoon, when the assassin did not appear, several mercury needles in the team were in a conscious state one after another. There were very violent mood swings in the incident, and the workstation needs you to issue a statement to inform the reasons."
Hesta was lost in thought while looking at the white paper. After a moment, she scratched her head with the end of the pen, "...do you want it now? I haven't touched the review Victoria asked me to write this morning."
"Yes, we need it now." Theresa replied, "Victoria is currently explaining this matter to the headquarters in person."
Calvin was startled: "Is it so serious?"
"No, it's not serious. This is the normal process for extremely dangerous projects. It's just because she is the leader of the team, so she has extra things to do."
"The above is too fussy," Endai yawned, and a few tears squeezed out of her eyes, "Why are there mood swings... because the game is so fun!"
