Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Shirley used to be my classmate in school."

When Igor said this, Azathoth was huddled on a rocking chair, shaking back and forth with the breeze, looking drowsy.

The afternoon sun in the capital shone on the open-air balcony, making the surfaces of the tables and chairs warm.In recent years, the air pollution has been well controlled. Most of the suspension vehicles have been replaced with clean energy sources, and the hundreds of meters deep in the air will not be troubled by vehicle exhaust.The distant wind blows slowly, cool and refreshing, announcing that autumn is coming.

Azathoth has been half-asleep for longer periods of time lately, and Hugo jokes that he's about to enter hibernation.

But Igor knew that even though he was hiding in the shade with his eyes closed and out of the sun, he was actually listening to him carefully.

Azathoth did listen carefully.

Igor rarely mentioned his past, as if those glorious or embarrassing experiences were some kind of shame that he was ashamed to mention.

He used his few experience of getting along with people and trying to understand human beings to speculate that perhaps the unexpected failure a few years ago and the fact that he was forced to flee had indeed left an indelible impact on the youth.Although Igor himself will not admit it and is trying his best to cover it up, no one can face such a huge gap without having any negative emotions.

The higher Igor's achievements in the past, the smoother his life path, and to himself, how shameful that failure was - even if it was not his fault at all in the eyes of others.People sympathize with him, stand by his side, say good things about him, and remember his past contributions. These summaries and evaluations from the third perspective of others are of no use.

Unless one day he really thinks that he has reached the inner standard in a certain aspect, he may be able to face this past calmly, describe his experience calmly and objectively, and regard all ups and downs and setbacks as tests on the road that must be passed.

At least for now, Igor will only occasionally mention certain things that everyone must understand with Azathoth, and it will take a long time to organize the language every time.

"I said we had a good relationship at the time, but that was after work." Igor looked indifferent, sitting on a wicker chair beside Azathoth, his eyes fell on the flowers on the table in front of him. Penshang, "When Shirley was in school, she didn't get close to anyone. She was a typical lone ranger, so we were not surprised when she finally chose to enter the Federal Mecha R&D department."

"Although the war was at its most intense stage at that time, an Alpha did not choose to go to the army but to the logistics research and development department to do scientific research. Many people thought she was a bit cowardly, but when chatting with the students, they all felt that she could be an and The scientific research personnel that the mechs deal with all day are also good." "I didn't expect that she would choose to go into politics later."

Azathoth asked in a daze, "...what kind of person do you think she is?"

Igor thought for a while and replied: "It seems that she is very difficult to get close to, and it is true that she rarely communicates with other people, but after getting along with her, you will find that her personality is actually very soft and passive."

"Shirley is the only daughter of the previous head of the Joyce family, and she is destined to inherit the title. Politics is the path arranged for her by her family. Although she doesn't like it, she never thought of rebelling."

"She is not married and has very few friends. Apart from those she has to date for work, the only ones she has had close contact with over the years are her sister's family."

"younger sister?"

"You should have heard of it." Igor said, "Viscount Joyce's younger sister is the mother of that 'Little Saint Anne'."

**

Shirley Joyce walked up to Anne, and Erica felt that she was like the morning mist, drifting over silently, with an ethereal and hazy feeling.

Shirley didn't even look at Erica, as if this person didn't exist, but she didn't make people feel disgusted by such a rude behavior.

"Agnes." Her light blue eyes drooped, making her skin whiter and whiter, and she called her niece by her first name, "My sister has something to do today, I'll take you home."

"Thank you!" Annie straightened her back upright. She was older than Erica and half a head taller than Erica. When Erica turned her head, she could see that she was trying to restrain the corners of her mouth, Look serious.

"Aunt Shirley, can we send Erica to her house too?"

Erica was unprepared: "Huh? Annie? Actually, I don't need to..."

The red-haired girl tugged at her wrist: "It's all right, the suspension car is fast."

Viscount Joyce finally averted his eyes because of his niece's words, and glanced at Erica lightly.

"Yes," she said briefly, "where do you live?"

Erica discovers that Annie's Aunt Shirley has magical powers.The other party gave her such a casual look, and Erica suddenly felt that it would be nice to be sent home, and she could chat with friends on the road, so she quickly reported a place name.

Shirley didn't seem to care too much.

It took them less than 15 minutes to reach their destination, and the blue-green tail flames of the hover vehicle left long silhouettes in the pale yellow sky.Erica didn't react much until she got out of the car, until Hugo opened the glass window and stuck his head out: "What are you doing? Why don't you go in?"

**

"I didn't expect you to say her character was 'soft'." Azathoth said, "I thought you and her were enemies."

"That's right." Igor nodded and explained, "But Shirley is hard to describe... I don't know if it's her own character advantage, or the influence of some kind of supernatural ability. She makes others feel uncomfortable. It's hard to hate her, and it's not easy to refuse her questions and requests. This makes her character very restrained because she rarely gets close to people and rarely resists her family's arrangements."

"After all, Shirley can be the type of person who is quite popular and everyone obeys if she wants to."

"That's right." Azathoth suddenly found Viscount Joyce quite interesting, "Do you think she has influenced your thinking?"

Igor: "It's hard to say... I think this level of ability has not reached the level of the charm system, but also exceeds the scope of relying on other means to achieve the goal."

Hugo's voice came from the living room at this moment: "Erica? Why didn't you come in?"

"Erica is back?" Igor raised his eyebrows, "Why is she so fast today?"

"I'll talk about this later." Azathoth urged his family members, "You haven't finished yet."

Inexplicably, Igor had a feeling of being pushed by the big cat to play with it.

Sure enough, he stopped thinking about Erica's question and continued: "I have gradually become closer to Shirley after work. When I first put on this mechanical leg, Shirley would come to my house almost every day. Safety plus observation. My younger sister Wendy became acquainted with her at that time. Wendy's growth environment made it difficult for her to get in touch with such a well-born, well-educated and knowledgeable Alpha... By the way, did I say that Both Wendy and I grew up in an orphanage?"

"You didn't." Azathoth looked at him accusingly, "You didn't say anything."

I'll have to guess.

"..."

Igor cleared his throat.

"Sorry, I didn't think it was important."

The god said as a matter of course: "No, everything related to you is very important now."

For a moment, Igor couldn't tell whether he was interested in the truth of all events or in himself.But he didn't have time to think about it, for Azathoth was looking at him with that accusing look again.

The believers of the evil god deeply felt their incompetence, and quickly patched up: "Orphanages are rare, whether they are Alpha or Omega, and most of them are war orphans. But Wendy and I have never met our parents. I'm not interested in her background either. I think it was because I was rarely at home, Wendy was always alone, and she was at the age where she longed for the opposite sex...so it's not surprising that she had a crush on Shirley."

**

"Where are we going?" Annie asked sitting in the co-pilot, "This is not the way home."

"Let's go to Griffin's old house first." Shirley replied, seeming reluctant, "I have to visit the unfortunately 'ill' Griffin's head first."

"Uh." Annie looked up at her expression, "Auntie, don't you want to see him?"

Shirley looked like she didn't want to talk deeply: "In short, stay away for a while."

They arrived at Griffin's old house, and Shirley went upstairs alone to find the owner of the old house, while Anne waited downstairs.

After a long while, there was a violent quarrel upstairs, and most of the time, Langman laughed loudly at the other party: "Come on, this is a business between me and Bishop Gilbert, can your rusty head understand what a business is?" ? I suspect that it has been filled with mecha parts, so just let it go!"

"No—don't even think about using that trick! Viscount Joyce, your little tricks won't work for me!"

"Are you so short of money? What is the federal government thinking? They let someone like you become the head of the mecha research and development department. They think that scientific researchers deserve to drink northwest wind?"

"No, don't think about it, I won't agree to such a loss-making business. The proprietress of the grocery store downstairs has more economic sense than you."

It was also mixed with Shirley's uncontrollable roar: "Can you speak well! Longman Griffin! Even mental illness can't stop your mouth!"

"Actually," Langman's high-pitched voice came out clearly, "I feel much more energetic since I got mentally ill. Thank you, Miss Shirley."

"..."

Shirley Joyce rushed down the stairs with an expression that was rare on her beautiful, stoic face.

She said to Anne, "Agnes, let's go."

"Yes Yes!"

Annie stood up suddenly, pretending that she heard everything, and ran with difficulty to keep up with Shirley's long legs.

"You are staying at my house today." After getting into the car, Shirley seemed to have calmed down, "Your parents are working overtime today. They are afraid that you will not be able to eat, so they entrusted you to me."

"Actually, I can cook by myself..."

Viscount Joyce stepped on the accelerator.

Annie shut up timidly.

Shirley didn't live in the old house of the Joyce family. She had her own apartment in the center of the capital, which was convenient for commuting, working and living.

Annie hadn't been to her aunt's house for a long time. She put on her shoes, and Shirley took her to the bathroom to wash her hands and prepare to cook.

The moment she turned on the light, Annie scanned the empty living room from the corner of her eye, and found that a portrait hanging opposite the TV had been taken off at some point and stuffed in the gap on the side of the sofa, covered with a thick layer of black gray Cloth, looks messy dilapidated and pitiful.