To Carlos's expectation, although the soldiers enjoyed the service of the young maids and were not advised to rub their hands, when Steve Watson proposed to prepare a room for them, everyone refused. Le Wen's novel [Feng\/黄\/ will be updated soon, please search]
Maybe it was because he cared about what Carlos thought.
Maybe it's because others refused and I feel embarrassed.
Or perhaps the future is more important than beauty.
But this choice really improved their favorability with Carlos.
Steve Watson was also a veteran. Without any more words, he just let the maids go down, who either looked relaxed or looked unwilling.
After the bonfire dinner, it was getting dark and it was time to rest, so everyone returned to the room.
The finishing work at night is different from that during the day. Two shifts are too tiring, with three people working in one shift and four working in the morning.
Steve Watson used the excuse that he wanted to talk to Carlos about something, and stopped the soldiers who originally wanted to enter the house to search the house outside the door.
"Tell me what you want to talk about."
Carlos poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. The beef tastes really good and is a bit filling.
"I would like to say, wish your Majesty a pleasant evening."
? ? ?
Carlos was confused as to what this meant.
But before he could ask in detail, his keen senses told Carlos that there were other people in the room.
He put down his wine glass calmly, leaned his back against the wall pretending to be relaxed, raised his head slowly and seemed to be deep, and moved his eyes slightly indifferently.
Very good, the scan is completed and the suspect is at the bedside.
Steve Watson walked backwards and left, pushed the door open, got stuck in the doorway, and bowed into the room.
"I hope your Majesty likes it."
"Um……"
Carlos cooperated and made a sound to prove that he was fine.
Then Steve Watson closed the door silently, smiled at Carlos's guards, and turned to leave.
Carlos took out the sheath of the dagger and pinned it on the waist behind his back, holding the handle with his left hand. With his right hand, he made a false move and silently walked towards the suspicious location step by step.
Pull open the white cover cloth...
It's a machine with a big speaker...
"It's a dwarf's invention. There is a disc in the dark compartment below, and it makes a sound when placed on the turntable."
"Oh. A gramophone."
Carlos breathed a sigh of relief...what a ghost!
Turning around suddenly, he found Sylvie sitting on a chair wearing a revealing evening dress and refilling the cup she had drank from.
"Just joined the queue game?"
Carlos asked pretending to be relaxed.
"You actually know more about how I got in, right?"
Sylvie's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked slightly tipsy.
"Do not want to know."
"I won't tell you."
The two people spoke in the same timing and tone, and they had a perfect understanding. Sylvie couldn't help but laugh.
"Mrs. Morgan. We..."
"Call me Sylvie."
"Okay, Sylvie, can you..."
"I said, listen."
"..."
Carlos was speechless.
"You agreed?"
Sylvie tilted her head, as if her mind wasn't very clear due to the influence of alcohol.
Opening his mouth slightly, Carlos thought it was better not to say anything.
"As if you agree, then I'll say it."
I poured another glass and took a sip, even though it was a moderately strong wine. This generosity is also a bit scary.
"We agreed, so I'm here. I only represent myself at this moment and tell you that I love you."
The amount of information was too much, and Carlos couldn't help but frown while thinking.
From the first meeting, Carlos cared very much that Mrs. Morgan, Sylvie, always called us instead of me. After accepting the history carried by the "Blood Contract". Carlos was more concerned about what kind of existence Mrs. Morgan was. Is it Elune's pity, or is it a tragic injustice?
"Everyone wants to be happy, and we are no exception. But with hundreds of years of hatred in our hearts, no one can be happy, and I am no exception."
It's the difference between our titles and mine again. Carlos hates himself for thinking too much about what it means.
"Haha. You know, today we actually said that I went on a blind date. I am very happy, but also very unhappy."
When Sylvie was chatting away, Carlos' brain was about to explode.
After hearing this, Carlos himself outlined the most likely terrible fact.
Sylvie Morgan is not alone.
No, the statement is not accurate enough. Sylvie Morgan is not an independent person.
Wait, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with saying she's not human.
The memories carried by the "blood contract" are comprehensive and one-sided. All memories are objective and subjective and can only be used for inferences and cannot be used as conclusions.
Carlos used his more than 30 years of experience of love, hatred and grudges in his previous life (online version) to judge that Sylvie Morgan has a body of thoughts that is similar to an entity, a will condensed from countless resentments over hundreds of years.
Sylvie is the most special one, either the master, the core, or the representative soul of the whole.
"Has anyone ever told you that a smile is the best disguise than a blank face?"
Sylvie suddenly laughed, then stood up, put down her wine glass, and walked to the gramophone with a slight stagger, turning her back to Carlos to tinker with it.
"I've heard similar claims."
After thinking about it and hesitating for a moment, Carlos decided to answer.
"What do you care about me?"
There was no hint of displeasure in Sylvie's voice.
"Yes."
Carlos thought for a while and felt that it was not feasible to disguise his inner thoughts in front of a leader who had led a huge organization for hundreds of years, so he answered honestly.
"I am Sylvie, Yingli's maid. We are Sylvie Morgan, the leader of the Morgan consortium and the master of the Morgan militia. I am Sylvie, and we are Sylvie Morgan. Sylvie Morgan It’s all Morgan.”
Carlos felt confused when he heard the confusing words, but he seemed to understand.
"Hahahaha, I won't make trouble with you anymore."
As the switch is flipped, a moving melody with a unique mechanical sound quality begins to flow in the room.
"I am who I am……"
"Are they fireworks of different colors?"
Carlos had a headache because of the confusion, and he answered in the meanest moment.
"Hahahahaha, ahhahahahaha, you are really interesting. I am falling more and more in love with you."
Covering her stomach and mouth, Sylvie smiled so heartily that tears came out of her eyes.
"Listen carefully, I will only say these words once, and I will not admit them afterwards."
Sylvie took a few steps back and collapsed on the bed.
"Sylvie Morgan's mission is divine revenge, but Sylvie doesn't want revenge. For hundreds of years, I have needed our wisdom, experience, experience, and means to maintain my rule. At the beginning, I just wanted to survive. But gradually, my rule became our rule, and what’s even more frightening is that I will make mistakes, but we are always right. I have had enough of this kind of life. And you are the opportunity for change.”
"Wate Ayudouin?"
After hearing this, Carlos already understood more than half of it. He was so surprised that he even started to sing bird songs.
"My life is immortal because of us, and my strength is strong because of us, but I am me and we are us. For me, apart from me, we are all them."
"What are you doing?! Aren't you afraid they will hear you?"
Carlos felt like the hairs on his back were exploding.
"What do you think I did all day long? At this moment, I am just Sylvie, not Mrs. Morgan. Help me get out, and you will get everything from me, including me."
Sylvie stood up, took off her clothes, then walked up to Carlos gracefully, stood on tiptoes and kissed him. (To be continued.)
