The crowd left the restaurant in twos and threes, and Hesta saw Zero still standing quietly beside Anna. Perhaps because the conversation just now was too hypnotic, Anna had fallen asleep in her wheelchair.
"Aren't you going back?"
Zero turned back and looked up into Hesta's eyes, "Anna said she wanted to go out for some air tonight."
"at this time?"
"If Anna changes her mind, she will tell me when she wakes up." Zero said softly, "We will be careful."
"……good."
Soon, Rico helped Hesta leave the restaurant. Before going out, Hesta glanced back with some concern. Anna was still asleep. Zero noticed this sight and waved to her.
Hesta nodded as a farewell.
She and Rico took the elevator down to the first deck. The observation deck was empty at night. They walked to the fence at the front. Hesta looked at the sea, while Rico leaned against the fence and looked at the whole place. The film is like the silent cabin of a ghost town.
"Do you believe what Chiba said tonight?" Rico suddenly said, "...there are two chelates on the ship, or something."
"...Miss Chiba must have a reason for saying that."
"I'm asking you," Rico approached, "What do you think?"
Hesta laughed, and Rico understood immediately.
"You don't think so either."
"Definitely not...the chelate in the juvenile stage cannot be so perfect, even if there are two cooperation..."
Hesta looked down at the rivets at the bottom of the fence. Although the paint on the bottom of the railings had peeled off in some places, the rivets in this area were obviously newly reinforced. Amidst the regular sound of waves, Hesta yawned several times in succession. She slowly leaned down and rested her face on her arms, leaving a slit in her eyes to look at her friends nearby.
"...Maybe Miss Chiba is investigating in her own way."
Rico was silent for a while: "She was really weird during this period. Do you remember the explosion at the port yesterday afternoon? I sent a message to you and Turan before that."
"Yes...I remember," Hesta's eyes widened a little, "You wanted us to get on the boat quickly...Did you notice something at that time?"
"I can't say I was aware of it, but before Bo Shanfu boarded the ship at that time, a group of mercury needles from the coalition government boarded the ship in advance to inspect it, as if to eliminate all possible dangers. I felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, and I was a little worried about you. "
"...What danger?"
"Assassinate him. He received death threats before he decided to return to District 14. Some organization claimed that he would not let him off the ship alive," Rico said softly. "Qianye also mentioned it when he and Si Lei quarreled just now. This time—Qianba’s mission on this trip is to protect Boshanfu from reaching the 14th District safely.”
Hesta closed her eyes.
Dietrich. False gods. Chelates.
Robbeglier. Thorn Monk. Doomsday community.
Assassination. Port Alver. Bo Shanfu.
Anna…
It had only been two days since she boarded the ship. So many things had happened. Countless faces flowed through her mind, but Hestad had no strength to catch them. When she tried to think hard, everything quickly overwhelmed her. Lead to sleep…
no.
Hesta straightened up and shook her head vigorously. She covered her face with some annoyance.
"I can't hold it any longer...I'm so sleepy."
"Let's go and come back early." Rico put his hand on Hesta's shoulder, "You have to really hold on until midnight tonight, and you don't know what time you will sleep until tomorrow."
Hesta held onto Rico's arm tightly, "Will you carry me back?"
"...Oh, you think so nicely, go on your own!"
"Ah, what's going on? I can't stand up..."
"Come on this--"
A burst of laughter suddenly broke out between the two, and Hestad clung to Rico's shoulder like an octopus. Rico half dragged and half pulled Hesta towards the cabin.
When walking down the deck, Rico noticed that there was another person on the side, and she instinctively became wary, "Who is it?"
Hesta also immediately realized that something was wrong. She followed Rico's gaze and saw a young man in a suit standing behind the wine table on the terrace.
"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. Maybe... I didn't come by a good time?"
A gust of wind blew from the direction of the man, and the faint smell of perfume floated into Hesta's nose. In just a moment, this smell almost dispelled all the sleepiness of Hesta - it was a smell mixed with cedar and agarwood. , with a fleeting hint of cardamom spiciness.
The smell reminded Hesta immediately of Pierre Roger. On the night when his head was missing, his body was sprayed with a similar woody perfume.
Hesta stared at the person in front of him - he had a similar body shape and temperament to Roger, with a tall figure and a handsome face. He has black hair, black eyes, and wears a pair of rimless glasses. The lenses and silver frames occasionally reflect the light on the deck... He looks about twenty-six or seventeen years old.
The man didn't quite understand the way Hesta was looking at him at the moment, but he clearly felt that he had aroused the other person's interest. No matter what, this should be a good start.
"Can I invite you two for a drink?" The man looked at Hesta, "Especially... this lady."
"No," Rico replied, "we don't drink."
"Oh..." He glanced at his watch knowingly, "It's indeed a bit late."
Hesta walked up to him slowly, "Especially me?"
"Looking at your hair color, you are from Hesta from District 14, right?" The man looked at Hesta's red hair, "Has anyone ever complimented you on how beautiful your hair is?"
In an instant, another familiar shadow overlapped with the man in front of him, which made Hesta extremely disgusted with the man in front of him.
The man's flattery continued: "I have long heard that the red hair of Hesta people is very beautiful. I heard that there were people in the third district who spent a lot of money to buy such hair. I never took it seriously until yesterday. I just realized that this was completely exaggerated..."
His voice became lower and lower - the flattery prepared early in the morning seemed to have completely failed to have the expected effect. Not only that, but the way Hesta looked at him became more and more cold, with some incomprehensible hostility. .
"Sorry," he stopped the conversation in time, "Maybe I was abrupt... You look very tired, maybe today is really not a good time to chat."
"Who are you?" Hesta asked, "Priest of Thorns?"
"I am Mr. Roboglier's secretary." He handed Hestad his business card, but Hestad did not take it, and the man had to leave the card on the table aside.
"Roboglier asked you to come?"
"No." The man shook his head, "No one sent me."
"So, you know me?"
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