To Carlos's surprise, although the soldiers enjoyed the service of the young maids, it was not recommended to rub oil on their hands, but when Steve. When Watson offered to prepare a room for them, everyone refused.

Maybe it's because I mind Carlos' opinion.

Maybe it's because other people refused, and I was embarrassed.

Or maybe they see the future more than the beauty.

But this choice did give them a lot more favorability with Carlos.

Steve. Watson is also an old fritter, and he didn't have any more words, so he just let the maids who either looked relieved or had an unwilling face go down.

After the bonfire dinner, it was dark and it was time to rest, so everyone returned to their rooms.

The finishing touches of the night are different from the daytime, two shifts are too tiring, three people in one round, and four rounds in the morning.

Steve. Under the pretext that he wanted to talk to Carlos about something, Watson stopped the soldiers who had wanted to enter the house and search the room.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

Carlos poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. The taste of the beef is really good, and it is a bit of a stretch.

"I want to say that I wish Your Majesty a pleasant evening." ???

Carlos was confused as to what that meant.

But before he could ask questions, his keen perception told Carlos that there were other people in the room.

Quietly put down the wine glass, pretending to relax with his back against the wall, looking up slowly and seemingly deeply, and moving his eyeballs slightly in disdain.

Very good, the scan is complete, and the suspicion is at the bedside.

Steve. Watson walked backwards, pushed the door open, stuck in the doorway, and bowed inside.

"I hope Your Majesty likes it."

"Hmmm......"

Carlos co-ordinated. Prove that you're okay.

And then Steve. Watson silently closed the door, smiled at Carlos' guards, and turned to leave.

Carlos pulled out the sheath of your boot and pinned it to his waist, grasped the handle with his left hand, and probed with his right hand, and walked silently to the suspicious spot step by step.

Pull back the white covering......

It's a machine with a big horn......

"The invention of the dwarf. There is a disc in the dark compartment below, and there is a sound on the turntable. ”

"Oh, the gramophone."

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief...... What a ghost!

Turning sharply, he found Sylvie sitting in a chair in her revealing evening gown and refilling the cup she had drunk at some point.

"Just got in line?"

Carlos asked, pretending to be relaxed.

"You actually know more about how I got in, don't you?"

Sylvie's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked like she was slightly drunk.

"I don't want to know."

"I won't tell you."

The two of them spoke at the same time and in the same tone, full of tacit understanding, and Sylvie couldn't help but laugh.

"Mrs. Morgan, we ......"

"Call me Sylvie."

"Alright, Sylvie. Can you ......?"

"I say, listen."

“……”

Carlos was speechless.

"You agree?"

Sylvie tilted her head, as if her brain was not very bright because of the influence of alcohol.

Opening his mouth slightly, Carlos felt that it was better not to say anything.

"If you agree, I'll say it."

Pour another glass and take a sip, even if it's a moderately strong wine. This boldness is also a little scary.

"We agreed, so here I am. I speak only for myself at this moment, and I say to you that I love you. ”

There was too much information, and Carlos couldn't help frowning as he thought about it.

From the first time they met, Carlos cared a lot. Mrs. Morgan's Sylvie always referred to us instead of me. After accepting the history carried by the "blood contract", Carlos is more concerned about what kind of existence Mrs. Morgan is. Whether it's Elune's mercy or the terrible soul.

"Everybody wants to be happy. We are no exception, but centuries of hatred weigh on our hearts, and no one can be happy, and I am no exception. ”

It's the difference between me and our title again, Carlos hates himself for making up too much brain, he cares too much, what the hell does it mean.

"Hehe, do you know, today we actually said that I went on a blind date. Very happy and unhappy. ”

While Sylvie was gossiping, Carlos was about to explode in his head.

Hearing this, Carlos himself sketched himself a terrible truth with the greatest possibility.

Sylvie. Morgan: She's not alone.

No, it's not accurate enough, Sylvie. Morgan is not an independent individual.

Wait, there's nothing wrong with saying she's not human.

The memories carried by the "bloodline contract" are comprehensive and one-sided, and all memories are objective and subjective, which can only be used for inference, not as conclusions.

Carlos judged with his more than 30 years of love, hatred, hatred and hatred experience in his previous life (online version). Morgan is a physical unity of thoughts, a will condensed from countless resentments over hundreds of years.

Silvie, on the other hand, is the most superficial and special one, either the master, or the core, or the aggregated soul representative.

"Has anyone ever told you that a smile is the best disguise than a blank face?"

Sylvie laughed suddenly, then stood up, put down her glass, and walked to the gramophone with a slight shaky twist and turned her back to Carlos and tinkered.

"I've heard something like that."

After thinking about it and hesitating for a moment, Carlos decided to answer.

"What do you care about me?"

There was no displeasure in Sylvie's voice.

"Yes."

Carlos thought about it for a moment, and felt that it was too infeasible to disguise his thoughts in front of a leader who had led a huge organization for hundreds of years, so he answered honestly.

"I'm Sylvie, Yingli's maid. We are Sylvie. Morgan, the leader of the Morgan consortium and the owner of the Morgan militia. I'm Sylvie and we're Sylvie. Morgan. Sylvie. Morgan is all Morgan. ”

A paragraph of raucous words, Carlos felt foggy, but he seemed to understand.

"Hahahaha, I won't mess with you."

As the switch is flicked, a moving melody with a unique sound quality mixed with a mechanical feel begins to flow through the room.

"I am who I ......"

"It's a different color firework?"

Carlos had a headache and took it for a while.

"Hahahaha, ahahahahaha, you're really interesting, I like you more and more."

Holding her stomach and covering her mouth, Sylvie smiled heartily, tears squeezing out of her eyes.

"Listen, I'll only say these things once, and I won't admit it afterwards."

Sylvie took a few steps back and sat down on the bed.

"Sylvie. Morgan's mission is divine revenge, but Sylvie doesn't want revenge. For hundreds of years, I have needed our wisdom, our experience, our experience, our means to sustain my reign. At first, I just wanted to live. But gradually, my rule became our rule, and what was even more terrible was that I would make mistakes, and we were always right. I've had enough of this life. And you are the opportunity for change. ”

"Watt Ayuduing?"

Hearing this, Carlos already understood most of it, because he was so surprised that the bird language came out.

"My life is immortal because of us, my strength is strong because of us, but I am me, we are us, and for me, we are all them except me."

"What are you doing?! Aren't you afraid that they will hear? ”

Carlos felt like the hairs on his back were blowing up.

"What do you think I've been doing all day? At this moment, I am just Sylvie, not Mrs. Morgan. Help me get rid and you will get everything from me, including me. ”

Sylvie stood up, stripped off her clothes, and walked up to Carlos in a graceful manner, tiptoe and kissed her. (To be continued.) )