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Cyril didn't calm down until she was standing at the door of the cafe, blown by the moist cold air, and her brain, which was so hot that it seemed to be on fire, gradually calmed down.He paused holding the cat for a while, his bulging and aching temples still reminding him how irrational he really was.

Obviously, I have already foreseen all the problems that I may face, all the puzzles and confusions are in my heart, and the hesitation and wavering from the beginning to the end are all looking for a signal that the dust has settled-I finally waited for such a signal Opportunity to break through the fog, but might as well be dazzled by intense emotions!

He still has a lot of questions left unasked.He still has a lot of answers that he hasn't dug out from the opponent's mouth.It is very clear that regret is the most useless emotion, but at this moment, Cyril still has the urge to turn around immediately, sit down as if the conflict never happened—and start the conversation again.However, letting him step on his own face is tantamount to showing weakness in front of that person or admitting that he is immature, which is harder than killing him.

After rubbing Kroen's soft, boneless body a few times, he finally left.

I couldn't find a reason to go back directly and continue to be in a daze, so I simply continued walking along the alley, and found a seat in a small noisy square surrounded by buildings.Sitting on an iron bench with Kroen in his arms, watching a group of young people dancing hip-hop.

When Ai Wei couldn't help looking for him, he saw two or three girls who looked like students laughing and lying on the back of the metal chair to strike up a conversation with him.For a moment, he thought that what he was looking at was still the young, gentle and vigorous figure from many years ago.At that time, the time hadn't made him so indifferent and extreme. At that time, he still had endless possibilities to find the pillar to make his life happy, instead of having nothing but revenge like now.

Ai Wei stood far away under the street lamp and did not approach, but the person who was smiling while stroking the cat and not knowing what to say had already noticed his existence.After a brief pause, he turned his head and said something to the girls, then shook his head and stood up.

It wasn't until he walked towards him that Ivy recovered from his vague imagination.

On the way back, Ivy asked, "Did you gain anything today?"

Looking through the rearview mirror, the person in the back seat was holding Kroen's hand and playing with its claws, without raising his head: "It's messed up."

Ai Wei subconsciously stepped on the brakes to slow down a little: "...how to say?"

Cyril said calmly: "When it comes to Ulysses, I lose my mind."

Evie had nothing to say.So what's the point of all this.The most troublesome thing for people is to think too much.The most frightening thing is the high self-esteem.Of course, he didn't lose confidence in Cyril, he was more convinced than anyone else that Cyril would win in the end - he always felt that Cyril was born to get everything.But is that really what he wants?Or to say something that could not be more hypocritical, would he really feel happy?

The only person who could have his love—Miss Claus had died many years ago; the friendship that supported him through so many roads was given up by his own hands—Ulysses's current situation will probably make him regret it every night and the only illusion of family affection left over the years is being destroyed by his own hands.

In the end, even if his long-cherished wish came true, even if all the stories went according to his idea... What else would he have left?God, Ivy thought, why not help this guy?

"So, you still don't know his true identity?" Ivy tried to put on a nonchalant tone, and asked, "If...he really has Alma's blood, then you can't do anything to him, and his existence is not enough. It is bound to affect your plans."

Cyril looked up at the driver's seat.No matter how calm Ivy pretended to be, the implication was obvious.He hugged Kroen to his lap, and said slowly, "I won't let him affect me." He no longer struggled with the other party's bottom line.

If you give too much, you can't take it back.He has placed all the bets he can on it, so why would he care about an illusory bloodline.Even if he is, it doesn't make any difference whether he is neutral or swinging on both sides. Since he is destined to stand on the opposite side, why should he show mercy.At least now it's not Cyril who is afraid, but the other party.

How ironic, it's not himself who cares about Cyril so much, but the enemy he considers.

It really was a sleepless night.Kroen had slept lazily on the sofa all evening, and it was time for him to be active at this moment. There was no sign of the cat, and he didn't know where he went.Xi Ruier lay awake for a long time, but still got up and picked a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

When Aurora's call was transferred, his thinking was already a little muddy.However, the whispered words on the other end made him instantly excited, and all the drunkenness was swept away.

"Cyril—I'm in love."

It was a rare occasion that he did not use an honorific title. Although his tone was very cautious, as if every word was trying his best, he did put him in a position where he could be looked at directly as an equal, just like facing a friend or a relative. Tell him like this with a somewhat perturbed and somewhat excited tone.

Cyril's scalp tingled as she listened to the incoherent description of the little girl on the other end of the line. For a long time, her mind was like a gear covered in rust, and it was difficult to even turn it around.

Aurora is not young, and she is rolling in all kinds of fame and glory. Her own personality and criteria for judging things have already been perfected. The worrying child, but...why Markarth?

So, so -- how the hell did this all happen?

Shocked by this incredible development.Cyril couldn't help pressing her hand on her forehead, grabbing her hair with her fingers, trying to wake herself up by pulling her scalp.

It's unimaginable, unbelievable... It's not that he has any dissatisfaction with this, but, compared to the almost perfect Aurora, Marcus has won her favor... What can he do?

It has to be said that the world that Cyril herself opened up for Aurora back then was not an ordinary world. From the royal family to the mercenary lunatics, this world has revealed its most fundamental face to her, and her vision and knowledge have long been It is not something that those noble ladies who are trapped in a circle can get.Besides, the place where St. Langton took her to hang out was not an ordinary place.This man has scheming, means, charm, and courage. He dares to take Aurora around anywhere, and dares to take Aurora to start any game. During this period of time, he has completely completed those aspects that Cyril missed. Angle.

As far as the people Aurora has met, there are many people who respect their status and status, and even have a prosperous personality and beauty. The top people in all walks of life are in her eyes, so...why is it Maca? S?

The confusion was so deep that he didn't hear what Aurora was saying.

I don't know if it was because of the long silence in this room, or because Aurora on the other side finally realized that she was a little embarrassed to make a phone call at night, and her voice weakened unconsciously: "Your Excellency?"

What can Cyril say!For comparison, Markas and Aurora, who are tsundere and violent, and Aurora... Cyril's expectations for the latter are really much higher!

"……I have no opinion."

Aurora, who had said a bunch of stuff that she didn't know, breathed a sigh of relief, and said cautiously, "Then I'll know..."

After hanging up the phone, Cyril remained in a sluggish state for a long time, and at one point she suddenly shivered and became refreshed.Almost quickly tuned up the recording of the phone call, and then repeated word by word and listened to it several times.

He sat on the sofa with a blank expression, raised his head and emptied the remaining wine in the glass.Any inexplicable sad and gloomy emotions are gone.

The general meaning of Aurora... She thought that Marcus was very interesting, it was fun to step on her, and her attitude of sniffing at her was also very interesting. After some calculations in private, she found that her unusual attention might be a good impression.In view of Markas's identity problem, she felt that she should report to the guardian before doing anything.

Xi Ruier couldn't bear to look directly, put his hands on his face and remained silent for a long time.After much deliberation, I think the reason why Aurora fell in love with Marcus is actually very simple.The two met each other when they were young, they knew each other well, their family backgrounds were comparable, and they were on the same level. Moreover, Markas was too clean, and in a sense, he was a little stupid.The aspect that Aurora admired most about him should be——you can see everything about him at a glance.

Marcus has no secrets, no hidden scheming, and his style of doing things is always straightforward. Even if Mrs. Saffaire intersects him with necessary twists and turns, he doesn't bother to use them.There is no shortage of eyes, and the brain is flexible enough, because it is difficult for Marcus to trust others. Except for his friend Jeffrey, he keeps a certain distance from everyone, so this is enough.Probably it was these things that made Aurora look at her with admiration. For Linglong, who is always tossing around people with ulterior motives and ulterior motives, Marcus should make her feel safe. In front of this kind of person, she doesn’t have to worry at all. The other party had the guts and scheming to stab her.

Cyril's reaction after she figured it out: "..."

What a wretched world!Forget it, go to sleep.

Early in the morning, Ivy felt that Cyril's mental state was not right.

He is radiant and has an extraordinary bearing. The sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant makes every strand of his hair glisten. There is no trace of exhaustion and depression that could not be concealed in his brilliant appearance.

……In the end what happened?

Ivy, who had a question mark on his face, went to work after breakfast. When he left the restaurant, he looked back. Cyril was reading the newspaper and Kroen was eating steak. One person and one cat didn't even lift their eyelids. sad.

Cyril's attention was not on the newspaper, what he was thinking about was a series of imminent things recently.

The matter of Ulysses has developed to this point, no matter how much he excuses himself, he has to admit his mistake decisively.In the final analysis, he is relying on the trust of others to act recklessly. No matter how high-sounding his intentions are, even if he is not the one who brought him into such a desperate situation, Cyril still has an inescapable responsibility... How to make up for it?

The Basque Country is, after all, an internal matter for Spain, and years of unresolved protest fighting mean there are huge problems.Cyril himself is already in trouble, asking him to entangle this issue of sovereignty and independence is not impossible, but that he cannot do it now.Problems that can take years or even decades to shake cannot be solved with enthusiasm alone.Ulysses's ancestors have fought so far with blood and fire, and what he has done with all his dormancy has never been an easy thing.Even if Xi Ruier really wanted to use this to make up for it, he had to think about it in the long run.

What Cyril is really afraid of is that Ulysses will completely break the pot and go to the end.He is not afraid that he will lose confidence and become depressed, nor that he will complain and be cynical. He is even ready to bear hatred and revenge, but he is afraid that Ulysses will give up on himself.In other words, the act of breaking the boat before really frightened him.On the contrary, he felt that, based on his understanding of Ulysses... there was a real possibility that his sword would go the wrong way.

As long as people's hearts are concerned, no matter how careful the plan is, there will be deviations. As long as human nature is involved, no matter how perfect the strategy is, it will deviate.Cyril thought very beautifully, but she really thought too beautifully, which is why she got such a result.But if he really asked him if he regretted detonating the fuse, he had nothing to say, because if he did it all over again, he would still make such a choice.

At the moment when he confirmed that free will accepts and even cultivates terrorists as a means, he knows that Ulysses is standing on the edge of a cliff. Whether it is out of morality or simply wanting to save him, Cyril is not wrong.What he worried about was that his plan was still too thin and reckless, and he gave too much initiative to Lance's hands, so that the result was not predictable by himself.

Cyril was in a daze, and thought again, knowing that he couldn't do it, he was no different from Ulysses in a sense, so Lance would use the bloody fact of Ulysses to warn him.But Ulysses would fail, he never would.

Kroen finished eating the steak and sat in front of Cyril, wagging his tail and waiting for his hair to be brushed.

It took Cyril a long time to notice it, and while taking the towel, he said, "Let's go back to England, Klonn."

Kroen lay there lazily, leaning sideways with the tip of his tail to rub the back of Cyril's hand.

Ivy needs to stay here, Carey has been sent to find Ulysses, and his most trusted man can't join him.But so what, Xi Ruier thought, if you want to win with one blow, you need a host. If you don't go back, it will always be procrastination. If you go back, then there will always be an explanation for success or failure.