Chapter 172: Don't let go
"So, these are two very cute and energetic girls, and the future life in Paris must not be too boring."
"Hmm."
"By the way, that Gran. The two little maids beside Ma are also quite good. Especially the blue-haired Meru, how to say it, gives people a very 'lean' feeling. Of course, Akane is also very good. You can tell from the name, right? It's the prefix of the word, and the pronunciation is qian (four tones) is qianθΉ."
"Hmm."
"Also, I took a closer look on the way back today, and sure enough, there are a lot of beauties in Paris. And they're all good hook-up kinds. With my ability, as long as I hook my fingers a little, I am sure that I can hook a large group. After popping once, the good ones will develop into fixed ****, and the general ones will be thrown off. It's really nice to see it, isn't it? β
"Hmm."
ββ¦β¦ So, Maria, you seem to be very cold today. What's wrong? Look at me and the other girls are jealous? β
"Sir, I'm just thinking about this mission." Maria looked at me expressionlessly: "You won't forget your mission, will you?" β
"How so?" Leon was a little helpless: "Those people in the War Department are pure fools. Maria, it's hard for me to imagine that those guys are the same people who made a series of brilliant battle plans in World War I that led to the victory of the Empire - they actually asked me, to make me a special spy! It'sβ"
"βBe quiet, sir. Although I have searched the room all around, there is no bugging device. And the rooms here are very soundproof, but they can't be completely relaxed. β
"So...... Are we moving out of the Brummel Mansion? I asked.
"That would scare the snakes." Maria replied, "We'd better stay here." And you're reluctant to leave, are you? β
In the end, Maria still brought a hint of resentment in the end.
With Maria's old husband and wife, I can naturally hear what she means. smiled at the time, and hugged her waist from behind:
"Okay, okay, kidding, angry?"
"What are you angry about? Am I qualified to be angry? Maria snorted coldly, "Also, sir, please be respectful." Or do you want to be summoned by the Imperial court-martials for molesting a female subordinate? β
"I, if I was really scared, I wouldn't have done it. You, if you really want to sue me, do you have to wait until now? I said with a smile as I hugged Maria tighter in my arms.
"If only I had it...... Maria sighed to herself. But the mouth is not forgiving:
"Not now, that doesn't mean it won't in the future. And everything you've done, sir, feels like you're pushing me in that direction. β
"How so? How so? It's not uncommon for a boss to communicate with a subordinate. I smiled and let go of Maria. Then put on a businesslike look:
"How's it going?"
"The War Department has been contacted. Reported on our arrival. Shangfeng asked us to submit a report every month. At the same time, we were asked to cooperate with the work of the French as much as possible. Defend Paris while protecting your own safety.
Also, Shangfeng's expectation to you, Sir, is to control the entire Paris Chinese Strike Regiment as quickly as possible, so that they will be inclined to the Empire as a whole. And try not to participate in the case of conflicts or even wars between the Empire and France. β
"It's a little difficult," I said...... "Is the War Office ready to do something to France?" β
"It's not clear, and they won't tell me." Maria said.
"Forget it, I'll ask them myself next time." I say.
"I'm afraid not." "Upper Peak asks that you can't have secret contact with them if it's not necessary," Maria said. I'll do all the espionage. In those wordsβ"
In this case, if something goes wrong, the big guys above will give you up. I said I don't know anything and it's okay?! "I'm a little excited:
"What are you kidding?! How could I possibly give up on you?! β
"The above may just know that you will not give up on me, so you will make such a decision." Maria, still expressionless, uttered such words.
"What a bunch of bastards." I muttered, and then said uncomfortably, "Anyway, you have to be careful." Don't push too hard. After all, our greatest task is to assist these French. Using our identities, we can gather enough information in the open. There is no need to take risks. β
"Yes, sir."
"-Louder!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Okay, now let's talk about private matters."
After saying that, without waiting for Maria to protest, I stopped her by the waist and hugged her - Maria, who was originally of ethnic Russians, was very tall, unfortunate to be half a head taller than me (quite unfortunate), and it felt a little incongruous for me to be held in this way. But looking at her, who usually looks cold, and shows a shy expression for a while, I know that my behavior is correct.
"Aren't you afraid of court-martials?" In the end, Maria was still blushing and threatening without threat.
"What kind of military court, for you, I'm willing to let me go to hell." As soon as I said that, I pushed Maria onto the bed. As she moaned, I vaguely heard her whispering:
"I'm still ...... depraved"
β¦β¦
Still thinking about what happened back then, Maria? What happened when you weren't a Norman soldier, but a radical rebel in Russia? You were stunningly beautiful at the time. The stark contrast between the red agitation of death and the absolute calmness will indeed enchant any man who sees you. In contrast, you are now like refrigerated, sealed in a sheath. That beauty is gone from you.
But.
But I still love you. I love you for who you are, not for the illusory beauty that is destined to burn out - that's why I took you with me, it was I, who froze you with my own hands, who shaped you now, who is not beautiful enough. That's what I want. Permanently take possession of a less beautiful you, rather than let that excessive beauty burn you out.
"Anyway, you belong to me now. It doesn't matter if it's a lost lamb saved by the soldiers of the empire, or it's an angel who was tempted by a demon to go to hell. In any case, I am absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not going to give up on you, Maria. β
I made up my mind again in secret, and then kissed deeply the strong, the vulnerable, the cold, the fiery, the love for me, the love for me, the hatred of me, the gratitude for me...... A woman who belongs to me.