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Cyril was silent for a long time, and felt that she should ask this question: "What is the relationship between you and me?"

What is the relationship?

No matter how he pretended to be indifferent and unconcerned, this question was stuck in his throat like a fishbone, unable to swallow or spit it out, and every time he swallowed, it would bring out an unbearable pain like tearing.

Does he have Alma's blood?Is he really his brother?In what capacity was he able to intervene in that dark and absurd so-called accident back then?On what grounds did he try again and again to prevent him from discovering the truth and even taking revenge?What if Lance was really the illegitimate child of his father and Margaret! —What if he really is? !

A nightmare that makes you dizzy, dizzy, and shivering just by thinking about it.

After reading my mother's diary, the lingering sense of dread was even worse.Before doing it, why did he think that one day there would be an obstacle in front of him that would shake his will?Probably because he has been alone for too long, so even the possibility of a little blood makes him feel hard to give up.Even this little blood, in his eyes, was born with original sin!

how sad.Unstoppable changes have appeared in his calculations that have been dormant and planned for many years.Up to now, this person is already a giant that is destined to be unavoidable.He doesn't know anything about the attitude of the other party, the position of the other party, the intention of the other party, or the calculation of the other party.The reason why the person in the fog is scary is that he is full of unknowns, and you can't guard against all his actions at all.

The feeling of losing the initiative makes Xi Ruier extremely annoyed. He can neither trust the person in front of him nor erase him from his own world. I don't know if this person will stab him in the back - Cyril is now stepping on the tip of the knife to die, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will fall to pieces - such an unknown hidden danger exists, leaving a The huge suspense hole is as disgusting as tarsus maggots.

Of course he checked Lance's identity... After all, Mr. Leander should have a complete identity history.

But he couldn't figure out how much of the information was true and how much was false.

It looks flawless.

The Tonaret family is as old and huge as many families entrenched in Sicily.Tonarete of the main family, Tonadore of the branch family, and many other members who did not bear the family name.Jeffrey calls Lance a cousin, but that doesn't mean there's an easy connection between them.Jeffrey's mother's surname before she got married was Morpheus. The wife's uncle adopted a child. Not surprisingly, it was Tonaret's blood, which was the relationship between Tonaret and Lance. From this point of view, according to seniority, Jeffrey can indeed be called his cousin, but a distant cousin.After Geoffrey's mother married Tonaret, the relationship became more complicated, but all of Leander's experiences did have traces to follow.

This is where Cyril's doubts lie.If Lance has nothing to do with him, how can he make sense of the weight he played in those events back then?After all, if there is no unique identity, how could he be qualified to participate at such a young age?If Lance has something to do with him... it means that he doesn't have the blood of Tonaret. Cyril really doesn't believe that a person who is completely separated from Tonaret can get the full support of this family!

That being the case, what's the point of exploring whether this identity is true or false?For him, the surname "Leander" is like a pseudonym, and the exact origin cannot be found.

——"No, I don't want to know." Cyril said suddenly.

The dim neon color in the box fell on the pupils, but it only made the originally clear blue eyes appear a bit darker.After Xi Ruier asked that question, he didn't even give the other party much time to think. He said it so bluntly as if retracting a slip of the tongue.

Whether the parties admit it or not is also of no significance.And it was at this moment that Cyril suddenly realized that he seemed to be blinded by his inherent thinking.In fact, he didn't need to be so entangled at all.

Lance looked at him calmly.

Whether he was being questioned or retracted the questioning words, his expression did not change in the slightest.Compared with Cyril's perhaps a little emotional attitude, his indifference and laziness have an almost frozen calmness.

Xi Ruier put down the lighter that he had been playing with, casually patted his pants, and stood up: "Don't come to me again."

He repeated the first sentence he said: "I have nothing to say to you."

The door opened and closed.He didn't stop him. The man who was stuck on the sofa and didn't change his posture at all raised his head and continued to drink the rest of the wine in the glass. He was silent for a while while holding the wine glass, and he squeezed his fingers tightly, crushing the tall leg cup.There was a crisp cracking sound as glass sliced ​​through the glove.

He slowly took off his gloves and threw them on the tea table, feeling the blood boiling hot with the wine flowing all over his body.

interesting.

Robin didn't come back until nearly dawn.I ordered a cup of coffee at the bar downstairs, and while I was taking two sips, I scratched at Cyril's door vigorously, as if I must scratch him to wake him up.

Cyril wasn't asleep, but she didn't want to open the door either.Finally, after receiving a complaint call from the neighbor who disturbed Qingmeng, he put on some clothes and got up.Robin obviously didn't expect the door to open suddenly, unable to stabilize his figure, he staggered directly along the force of the door, fell or not, and poured hot coffee all over him.

So they took over the bathroom in this room.When the guy jumped out, the room service called by Cyril had already pushed the breakfast cart in, and he was sitting behind the dining table reading the newspaper.

The lazy, sloppy Earl put his hands on his hips and said with a smile, "Siryl, Cyril, can you be more boring?"

Cyril didn't bother to look at him.

Robin rushed over to drink coffee: "Indulging in pleasure, being willing to degenerate, and even enjoying the occasional loss of control are all things that make your life more interesting." He held his chin and smiled, "Put yourself in the frame Here, if you don’t cross the threshold, should you say it is the persistence of a saint, or the arrogance of a fool? Sooner or later, you will go crazy.”

As the newspaper turned a page, Cyril still had no intention of raising her eyes: "So I always wonder if the world I see is different from what you see—so that you will use your superficial consciousness Know to define me."

"Oh, don't say that," Robin picked up the roll of bread and stuffed the sausage and fried egg into his mouth, speaking vaguely, "You have to know that in this world, there is a price to be paid for being special."

Cyril had been different from their kind since she was a child.Maybe you will despise some of the things he insists on, but in a certain sense, this is indeed worthy of love.

Cyril suddenly closed the newspaper and looked up.The icy blue pupils stared at the opposite person without blinking, and the rare inquiry and scrutiny made Robin shiver: "What's wrong?"

Cyril thought about it: "Robin, answer me honestly, besides life, is there anything you can't give up?"

Robin put on a frightened expression: "Are you kidding me, I can't lose anything!"

Cyril was expressionless.

Robin remained expressionless for a while, and when he realized that Cyril was serious about this question, he smiled and said: "This question is meaningless. But if you really want me to answer-I mean, from What's in your heart that you can't give up?"

Wealth, identity, glory, status...all the capital for pleasure, all the chips for keeping pleasure.Or there are some more advanced things, such as blood, emotions, and the value of life.

But what can't be given up, if necessary.There was a kind of thoughtful coldness in Robin's eyes.The usual prodigal cynicism is not so much in nature as in showing itself so often that it is mistaken for truth.People like them actually have legitimate selfishness in their bones, which is given to them by innate education.All the noble characters taught to them by aristocratic education are actually vulnerable to inherent selfishness.

Cyril thought about it.He picked up the coffee cup, looked at it and put it down again.

He has witnessed the ugliest and filthiest human heart, experienced the most terrifying and darkest human nature, why would he entrust the right to choose to those who have failed and deceived him?How stupid is it to place hope in the other party's elusive kindness?How can he guarantee that the other party will not hurt himself?

In this sense, Lance is much more reliable than the Queen.At least this man hasn't failed him or cheated him.

He wasn't ruthless enough before.

Cyril booked a plane ticket to fly back to the territory.Gray Harrier was frightened by his plan and broke into a cold sweat.

"I mean... Your Excellency—there's no chance of success," he said honestly.

Kill Lance?Arabian Nights!That is the owner of Rose!It's Monsieur Leander, who owns half the wealth of Sicily!

There is no flaw.impregnable.With such an existence, even ten Tangs would not be able to break through his first layer of defense!Gray Harrier was very troubled in his heart. He even accepted that His Excellency wanted to uproot a family, set off a coup, and even shake the royal family. Can't he work hard in this direction? Why did he suddenly want to create an enemy that he couldn't fight against at all?

"I know it's impossible to kill him," Cyril said lightly, "I just need to let him know that he won't die."

I finally realized that it doesn't really matter whether I am a brother or not.If Lance wants to stand by him, then he has to come up with a reason for his trust.If you don't stand by his side, then you'll go far away, don't intervene or interfere in the world far away from him, let him live or die, it has nothing to do with him.Dissociated from the two sides, trying to balance the situation, that is his enemy, there is no room for change.If you don't make a choice, rely on your own confidence and continue to be ambiguous-Cyril really can't do anything about him, but he has a way for himself, and he can still do things like fight to the death.

He just thought too much and wanted to keep everything, but he forgot——except for his own life, everything else can be given up.And he is not even afraid of death, what else in this world can shake him?