[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

"So, I have one last question." Rogers looked into the girl's eyes, his expression was not serious, and he even revealed obvious doubts: "You said earlier that it was 'your territory'. What does that mean? "

He had a good memory, and he didn't forget the phrase "my territory" that Gladys emphasized when he appeared.And this girl just explained that she is not even a person of this world—maybe not even a human being.

"Well, it probably has something to do with my abilities." The girl smiled with a more real emotion, "It's superpowers and the like, I think you can experience it to some extent."

She saw that Rogers possessed a special power far beyond ordinary people.

"Maybe my ability will be closer to the category of magic, but we generally just regard it as a personal trait." Gladys popularized the "common sense" of his own world to the other party little by little, using a way to link the real world The way to introduce their own special ability.

"If you still remember the fairy tale, you should know that 'I' survived by escaping into the forest. The forest shelters me, and I always have some advantages in it." Gladys directly It starts with the fairy tales they have avoided talking about before.Although the fairy tale does not completely coincide with her own, it is a good way for Gladys to blur the concept through this. It can not only blur her own strength, but also tell the other party some methods that are close to the facts in an orderly manner. .

"So in this way, I can be said to be a 'friend of the forest'. As long as there is an existence living in the forest, no matter whether it is an animal or a plant, it will cooperate with me unconditionally and obey my orders."

Rogers immediately thought of the point he was most concerned about before: those herbivores and carnivores did not care about the existence of the food chain, and stood together intimately, forming a fantastic animal army.

"In this case, I can control everything in the forest to a certain extent." Gladys also observed the other party's expression all the time, "And I call it my 'field'."

"Domain and territory are not a concept." Rogers was not entangled by her words.

He didn't completely believe or disbelieve what the other party said because it was a world he had never touched.He has his own judgment and can insist on his own will. Through thinking and comparing information, he can find out all the inconsistent content and identify the authenticity of the information.

So he clings to that different wording.

Rogers is not worried that the other party will be annoyed by his "entanglement", because the other party obviously came with a cooperative attitude.And a girl of this age—considering her appearance—has a more or less high self-esteem and volatile temper, which are completely out of his consideration.

Come on, she's already claiming to be a princess.Although her confiding is too fantastical, it is still methodical, and of course shows more mature words and deeds than her appearance in this delicate moment.

Gladys was neither angry nor impatient, nor was he nervous or unnatural about being exposed a lie, or being caught.Her expression became clearer, as if she had predicted this long ago, and she was even quite happy to see that the strong man at the other end of the table had a brain as functional as his muscles.

"Although I can claim that the place under my control is my territory. But I still want to choose to trust you, and I hope you can show an attitude worthy of my trust." The smile on Gladys' face widened.

"The second reason is also the main reason." She stood up slowly, and stepped back a few centimeters from the chair with her calf.

"If I really existed in this world, geographically speaking, I would be a German."

With a "bang", the table was kicked with a muffled sound, Rogers jumped up in shock, and quickly stabilized his figure.The two sides watched silently as the table shook on the ground and then fell down.

Rogers controlled himself with his extremely quick reflexes, and almost immediately regained his composure, without making any other aggressive actions.

Had any of the soldiers on the scene been replaced, no one could have acted calmer than him.Rogers even thought about the possibility that the other party was a Nazi spy, and how much information the girl would have on them along the way.

Speaking of which, why did they bring this girl who appeared inexplicably back to the camp so rashly?

This question only crossed his mind for a moment before being interrupted by the girl's voice.

"Are you okay?" Gladys backed away quickly just now, avoiding the fallen table. He had expected this situation and was the most calm at this moment.

"I'm fine." Rogers replied subconsciously, and then changed the subject back: "You..."

The questions stopped abruptly, and the American soldier suddenly realized that these were actually nothing to ask.

Are you really German?What do you think of the Nazis?Are you still on our side now?Would you... choose to betray us?

There is nothing to ask about these.Since Gladys chose to appear in front of them, chose to confess the unbelievable facts, chose to come back with them, and tried to cooperate with them, then her position was already very clear.

Thinking of this, Rogers put away his solemn expression.He lifted the table up and flicked the dust on the table.He looked at the girl across from him again, and solemnly promised, "I will report this matter."

He is not good at politics or anything, so he can just hand it over to the upper echelons to make him a headache.

So Gladys followed the force and returned to the rear of London.This time, she sat in a more professional interrogation room—it could also be called an interrogation room without politeness, and competed with professionals.

The other party sent a female agent.She is young, and she can take on such a heavy responsibility. She presumably has a special status in the army and is very capable.The female agent with brown hair and brown eyes was wearing an army green uniform, which made her even more beautiful, but none of these could stop the heroic spirit bursting out from those eyes.

"Do you think women communicate better with each other?"

Gladys cheered up.

After entering the tightly guarded room, the agent named Margaret Carter felt that the situation was different from what she had imagined.From the mouths of those soldiers, she felt that the other party should be a high-risk person with a suspicious identity and who did not know what method was used to greatly reduce their vigilance.But now that she saw the other party with her own eyes, she felt the intuitive information that can only be perceived with her own eyes.

The girl who claims to be Snow White doesn't belong here.

She was wearing a dress from centuries ago, the dull black was embellished with luxurious and exquisite details, and there were no wrinkles during the long-distance travel, and she was still neat and tidy.And her face is too beautiful to be a spy—no matter what kind—combined with her dignified and elegant demeanor, you will believe that she must be a spy from a young age. The old castle, the real princess who came out of the palace.

Of course, the external eye-catching part is not the only criterion for judging, what is more important is her expression and her actions.She was unhurried, unhurried, sitting in the dim light, solidified into a mural, and she herself became the only brilliance that firmly attracted everyone's attention.She was as relaxed as if she was sitting on the soft bed in her own bedroom, rather than being regarded as a suspicious person about to be questioned.

An invisible barrier separates oneself from the other party, and separates the other party from this war-torn era.

Then, Agent Carter noticed more, incredible details.

After a long journey, the long skirt she dragged on the ground was still clean, with bright embroidery and bright gemstones, without a speck of dust.Flying snow, falling rain, these harsh weather factors did not leave a trace on this dress, her unchanging attire seemed to be cleaned and ironed by invisible servants every day.Although the girl's face was slightly pale, she didn't look haggard at all, as if the overnight journey was by no means a heavy burden for her, which vaguely revealed that she was more adaptable to the battlefield or physically exhausted than the soldiers stationed on the front line. Good performance.

She seems to be living in another world, and time stops on her body.

Agent Carter sat down and met her eyes.

A piece of clarification, calm.

For some reason, she felt that she had seen the pure and elegant elf in the legend, and the tension in her heart eased a little.An inexplicable throbbing spread slowly and slowly in her heart, arousing what could be called a maternal existence in her, and the invisible favorability continued to rise in the air.

How could such a young girl be a spy?How soft, pure, innocent and pitiful she is.

Carter's ready-to-go questioning turned into a friendly tone.

Gladys gave her a faint smile: "Hello."

General Chester Phillips received a report from his competent general, and he couldn't believe that this outstanding military rose was persuaded by a suspicious outsider and tried his best to guarantee the other party's innocence.Then he went into battle in person, intending to try the trick of black face and white face, but somehow he believed the other party's absurd confession, and finally reached a cooperation in a daze.

Of course, due to the requirements of routine work, this record was well sealed and became a secret.And Gladys finally changed out of her conspicuous clothes and put on ordinary people's clothes, covering up and blending into the crowd.

She still can't move freely, but at least there are some places for her to wander around.Speaking for Gladys herself, she felt that this level of surveillance could be glorified as personal protection.Not to mention, the ones sent were often members of the Roaring Commando who had been in contact with her before.

And in order to inquire about the news of [Poisoned Apple], she called the birds and other small animals in the city to let them act in the dark instead of her eyes and ears.As a result, the news of [Poisoned Apple] did not find anything, but caught a few real Nazi spies.

In exchange for such information, Gladys obtained a little intelligence from military sources.Although, in these unconfidential news, there is no trace of [Poisoned Apple].

But Gladys is confident in himself.Since the fairy tale book has transported itself to this era, it proves that it is still very close to the goal.Even if they didn't find anything when they cleaned the battlefield last time, Gladys has already realized that such location placement implies that the [Poisoned Apple] should be on the European battlefield, and maybe it was picked up by the Nazis.As long as you follow this team, you can always find relevant clues.

She got up and stood in a small room at the base, sorted out the information collected today, and organized them into a thick pile for the relevant personnel.Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, the girl was stopped by a strange man.

"Are you the 'non-existent girl'?"