The Secret Lover Strikes [Rebirth]

In the reception room, Willard frowned thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Tracy couldn't help but sighed in her heart. She didn't know Willard's temperament. If it were the high-spirited and invincible red vanguard back then, she would never show such an embarrassing expression.

Suffering befalls him, but it also sharpens him to become more introverted.

Distressed eyes appeared in her eyes, but Tracy only said: "You have heard the news about Capital Star, right?"

Willard looked up at her: "What are you referring to?"

"The son of General Kent, awakened to become a second-level guide." Tracy met his eyes, frowning slightly.

"Oh," Willard was not interested in this topic, but he just didn't understand why Tracy brought it up, and said, "I heard it, but I heard it. But the rumors have always been unreliable. The rumors are not that this young master has an outstanding temperament. Do people like it? As far as I know the facts, it is not the case."

Stretching his long legs, Willard pursed his lips and shrugged.

Tracy was obviously not as relaxed as he was, but said seriously: "Aside from personality, this young master Exa is really capable. I have seen his spiritual tree, and as long as he trains a little, he can become a first-level master." The guide is only a matter of time."

She looked at Willard, and her words implied a warning: "General Kent has approached your uncle privately several times. Don't you understand why he shows his favor so frequently?"

Willard's expression did not change, but his eyes darkened, and he looked beyond the one-way viewing glass into the office area, where everyone was surrounding a thin figure.

The boy was crying, with his head bowed, saying a few words to others from time to time, his vivid expression was completely different from the restrained appearance in front of him.

That's strange, he seemed to be afraid of himself the moment we met?I can communicate normally with others. Is it because of the psychological shadow left by the accident when I was a child?

Willard involuntarily fixed his eyes on the man, and began to wander.

Seeing that he was silent, Tracy had no choice but to speak more bluntly: "If your body becomes worse than it is now, your uncle may forcefully match you with a guide to sort out the mental picture, no matter you Willing or not."

Speaking of her uncle, Tracy's voice turned cold.Willard knew that as his mother's best friend, Tracy always believed that her uncle had indirectly killed her parents, and she had always harbored grudges towards her uncle for so many years.

Sighing, Willadella regained his composure, scratched his hair vigorously, and said helplessly, "Okay, I understand, I will take the medicine well."

He turned his head to look at Tracy, hoping to express his determination with the sincerity in his eyes.

Trish squinted her eyes, expressionless.

Lowering his head in frustration, Willard raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll let him live in."

Tracy immediately beamed with joy, and immediately opened the chatter box and said:

"I heard from Macaulay that this kid named Roy was broken away from home because he has no potential. How about I help him get tested?"

Willard stopped immediately: "No, you don't think you have too many students, but I think the special situation is too small to accommodate so many people!"

Pouring her lips unhappily, Tracy said, "What's wrong with my students? Wendy and Robert are both my excellent students, and they are overqualified by you. If you weren't here, you think I would put myself Send your precious students to the Flying Eagle Corps in Gotha?"

Knowing that if she was not afraid of an accident and went mad, Tracy would not have sent the two hot second-level guides to the forgotten special situation.

Willard immediately changed his words: "...I was wrong. I didn't mean anything else, just..."

As he spoke, he glanced down at the optical brain on his wrist, and then said: "Just counting the time, Black should be arriving at Khafari soon, I will accompany you to the port of call to pick him up."

Trish: "..."

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Union, Central City.

In a well-guarded towering building, in a bright room.Behind the large long table, an indifferent middle-aged man sat there.

The man's resolute face was so gloomy that the other two people in the room did not dare to say a word.

The two figures standing below, one tall and one short, were Calvin and Hunt who had set off a huge wave on Khafari.

After a long time, the majestic man finally said, "Are you injured?"

For the failure of this long-planned mission to be successfully completed, Calvin blamed himself very much. He was even more ashamed when he heard that the man cared about his injury first, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's just that when I left Hafari Star , There was a fight with the people from the Special Affairs Department, and the arm was slightly injured."

In fact, Hunter next to him received more attacks, but as a guide, his ability to resist blows was very weak, and he was more likely to be injured and at the same time increased the difficulty of getting out.

"I'm really sorry, Lord Downton. This operation failed. Everything went smoothly, but I didn't expect a boy to ruin it halfway. The information you want...I didn't get it."

Calvin really hated his teeth. He had been lurking for several months, and his long-planned plan was ruined by a boy.

When the boy was mentioned, Calvin was furious. I don't know if it was because of this reason that he still had a deep impression of the boy so far.

Downton rubbed his brows and sighed, and said in a deep voice, "This is not a task. It was originally something I asked you in private. It is already a very risky thing for you to infiltrate the empire. You can't force it. After all, it's over. For so many years, if Ailante hadn't been depressed for the past year, I wouldn't bring up that matter again."

Both Calvin and Hunt knew about the separation from their young son when they were young, and they also knew that Ailante had always been concerned about this matter. If they could really find some clues from the empire, it would be able to comfort the eager Ai Lante. Rand is also good.

pity……

Downton rubbed his forehead again, and said in a low voice, "Don't mention this matter to Ailante, lest he be sad."

Nodding his head, Calvin said, "I understand. I won't mention a word about the teacher."

Just as the three of them were talking, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in with a gentle smile.

The three of them were a little terrified, I'm afraid he heard the conversation just now.

Seeing the three of them looking at him strangely, the visitor asked doubtfully, "Did I bother you?"

The look on Downton's face eased, and regardless of Calvin and Hunter's presence, he stretched out his arms to embrace the approaching person, put his arms around the other person's waist and leaned against him, and said, "No, why are you here? No Are you resting?"

Ailant immediately put down the tray in his hand and said happily:

"This is a nutritious meal I made according to the ancient method. I see that you haven't used much nutritional supplements recently. It won't work if you continue like this."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to rub the man's forehead skillfully and affectionately, and frowned, "Are you having a headache again? After eating the nutritious meal, let me sort out your mental picture for you."

Downton looked at the unknown liquid in the exquisite porcelain bowl with a sad face, and when he was thinking about the probability of surviving in the hands of his wife tonight, Calvin and Hunter looked at each other and finally smiled.

Looking at the scene of the warm conversation between the teacher and Lord Downton, Calvin couldn't help secretly envious. He hated Hunter for being a boring gourd. It would be good if he could answer one sentence after ten sentences.

At this time, Calvin's eyes suddenly fixed on Ailante's face, and a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He actually felt that the teacher's side face and the picture of the boy looking back at him suddenly overlapped together. There is an inexplicable similarity.

This is impossible.

Calvin thought to himself: It must be my illusion.

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