It was already morning, but the faint light of the sky could never shine into Helen's room underground. She opened her eyes and woke up from a ten-minute nap, the smell of alcohol still lingering in her nose.

The spotless room is now a mess, with empty bottles thrown everywhere and half boxes of unopened spirits piled up on a mobile cart that used to be full of petri dishes.

Persephone sat in the middle of a pile of empty bottles, holding half of the unfinished bottle in her left hand, her head bowed, and her right hand tugging at her silky gray hair. She was barefoot, still wearing a somewhat ill-fitting dragoon uniform, and it was evident from the Major's insignia that it was not her clothes at all. The blouse was only symbolically buttoned with two buttons, and inside was a plump, snow-white skin, and it seemed that under the uniform, Persephone was wearing nothing.

A sharp pain brought Helen to her senses, she frowned, rubbed her head, and struggled to her feet. But when she stood up straight, her stomach swelled, and her weak legs could barely support her body. Helen's face turned pale and she held on to the real platform next to her. She steadied herself, and when her discomfort had subsided a little, she found a needle and plunged it into her thigh, and after two minutes, her pale face was a little bloody.

The last time I got drunk was a few years ago. Helen was extremely disgusted with the feeling of losing control, and therefore hated alcohol even more. The few drunkenness in his life seem to be related to this worrying Persephone. As a dragoon's general, Persephone's strong body can make her drink a few cases of spirits with only a slight dizziness, but Helen, who is completely incapacitated, can only drink a kilogram at most, and will be unconscious.

The potion soon followed the blood flow throughout her body, soothing Helen's stomach, which had been emptied and tossed several times. She drank a glass of water to feel better.

"What the hell did I do, my dear?" Persephone asked vaguely.

Hearing this question, which had been answered at least seven or eight times, Helen's head ached violently again. She barely suppressed the disorganized emotions and repeated the fixed answer: "You did the most important thing and caught Sue." ”

"Sue?" Persephone jerked her head up, her gray hair flicking a dazzling trail in the air. She drank the remnants of the bottle in one gulp, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "I slept with him once, did you catch him?" God knows, there are so many women who have sex with him! ”

Helen injected herself with another stalk of nutrient and said, "You are different." ”

"Haha! It's all women, what difference can I make! Persephone smiled nervously.

"Of course you're different! You have done so much for Sue and have saved his life, so to speak. Although Su has never mentioned these things, I believe he has them all in his heart. And all your investments will be doubled in the future! These investments, of course, also include sleeping with him! Helen threw the empty syringe into the glove compartment, and her face was much more rosy.

Persephone sighed and said, "Saved him? But if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have come to the Dark Dragoon. And you always say you want to go to bed, go to bed, but this is just this thing, I seem to have messed up. ”

Helen said categorically: "Don't worry, with your rank as a general, this matter will not be able to be done!" ”

"However, I always feel that I have stolen something from someone else!" Persephone's voice whimpered, as if she was secretly crying.

"It's stealing before you get it, and it's your stuff after you get it." The sea ethics naturally expounds the logic of a robber. In this day and age, robbers are normal human beings.

Persephone grabbed another bottle of wine, twisted it slightly, and unscrewed the cork along with the neck of the bottle, and poured the wine into her mouth. Helen's comfort, which never made her truly calm, often had the opposite effect.

Helen activated the holographic scanner, waited for the snow-white lying board to slowly protrude from the semi-cylindrical instrument, and said to Persephone, "Don't drink yet, come here, lie down." I'm going to give you a physical check-up. ”

Persephone walked over and hesitated for a moment before taking off her clothes and lying down on the reclining board that Sue had experienced so many times. When the Dark Dragoon's uniform was removed, it could be seen that her snow-like skin still had a large number of traces of a fierce battle with Su. Seeing this, the corners of Helen's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

The scanner slowly closes, then the motor emits a slight roar, and on one side of the instrument, a large screen of light stands up, which begins to flicker as the scan progresses, and begins to sketch a three-dimensional image of Persephone. Helen called up Persephone's historical number, and while comparing and analyzing, she said, "It seems that you have gained a lot in the north. ”

A small screen shows Persephone lying in a scanner. She looked sideways at the camera spot and asked, "How many evolution points?" ”

"1 evolution point, the losses of the Holy Radiance Crusaders are really heavy. What are you going to do next, do you develop a new Rank 8 Ability or do you accumulate a period of evolution points and evolve a Rank 9 Saint Ability? Helen asked.

"One? It's a little more than I expected, and as for ability, let me think about it......" Persephone muttered, a little undecided. At her level, the selection and matching of abilities is already crucial, and she must not develop what she has. In terms of ability modulation and matching, Helen can definitely be called a master, although she doesn't even have first-order abilities herself.

With a stroke of both hands, Helen cut out two areas from the light screen, one was a map of Persephone's genetic structure and a list of existing abilities, and the other area was a continuous display of genetic maps, each with a description of the ability attached to it. Helen is deducing the abilities that Persephone might have modulated.

Helen pushed her glasses and said, "My ability is to form a new eighth-order ability in the fighting domain, and the preferred choice is the master of attack and defense, which is a very practical ability. Another option is to form a new ninth-order ability in the occult after accumulating enough evolution points, but what kind of ability to form needs further calculations to be determined, you know, the occult has always been the most difficult field to grasp. As for the ability in other areas, it is not considered to be built. You are not capable enough in other fields to form abilities above the seventh order. Considering that there is a huge difference in power between the seventh-order ability and the eighth-order and above the eighth-order Holy Order, it is best to give priority to the formation of the eighth-order or above ability. ”

Persephone was silent, her mind having been successfully diverted to the ability selection. In this day and age, ability is undoubtedly the most important thing for a person. The hierarchy between abilities is not a simple linear relationship, because most of the known eighth-order abilities are extremely powerful, far from being comparable to the common seventh-order abilities, so the eighth-order abilities in the Dark Dragoon are also called holy tier abilities. However, as an entry to the Holy Order, the Eighth-Order Ability is difficult to compare with the Ninth Order Ability, which is known as the True Saint Order. At least in terms of evolution point consumption, the ninth-order ability is also twice that of the eighth-order.

The occult, however, may be an exception. On the list of Dark Dragoon's abilities, there is only one occult ability among the few ninth-order abilities, and it is not a recipe ability. In the active dragoon, the explicit occult ability is only a sixth-order mystical perception. Persephone's eighth-order resources are abundant, and only Helen knows about them. Persephone knew that it would be a big gamble if she chose to form a ninth-order ability for the occult.

"Honey, where is your Jianyì?" After exiting the scanner, Persephone got dressed and asked Helen for advice.

Helen's face was a little pale, such a huge calculation was also a heavy burden for her, she calculated silently for a moment, and before she could speak, Persephone, who had already dressed, suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "I will go to the north again to accumulate evolution points!" ”

Looking at Persephone, who had a stern face, Helen was obviously a little surprised: "Fanny, this kind of gambling is meaningless!" A suitable eighth-order ability, such as an offensive and defensive master, has a very obvious increase in your combat effectiveness, so why do you have to chase a saint-order ability? You've drunk too much, I'll give you a shot. ”

Persephone stood up straight, tidying up her ill-fitting uniform, and though the smell of alcohol was still lingering, all of a sudden, she had cleaned up her decadence and confusion, and was as sharp as a sword out of her sheath! She shook her gray hair, and the sticky strands of hair suddenly shook straight, shaking off all the wine stains and sweat that adhered to it, repeating the brilliance.

Persephone pulled her gray hair in one hand and pinned it with a pencil that she had found out of nowhere, before she smiled at Helen and said, "I'm not drunk, I think I need to enter the Holy Steps as best I can." So, I bet! ”

"You ......" looked at Persephone like a sword, Helen knew that she had made up her mind, and she didn't know what to say. Growing up, Persephone never lacked the courage to make decisions and gamble at critical moments, which was exactly what Helen, who had always been good at logic and calculation, lacked. In Helen's opinion, as long as Persephone, who has never lacked talent, has enough patience, at worst, she will form a Saint-level ability in the Fighting Domain in a few years, so why rush at this time?

Perhaps, Perhawith has her own reasons, although her relationship with Helen is special, they also have their own secrets.

Helen no longer advised Persephone, but asked, "When are you going to the north?" ”

"I'll gather the servants now, and I'll leave in three hours." Persephone's style has always been like the wind.

Helen nodded silently and began to tidy up the messy room. However, a moment before leaving, Persephone suddenly turned around and asked with a little hesitation and apprehension, "Honey, what did I just check...... That, no problem, right? ”

"Questions?" Helen looked confused.

"That's it...... That ......," Persephone blushed as if she were burning, "had something to do with Sue just now...... That question ......"

"Nope." Helen didn't lift her head, but responded faintly.

Persephone immediately breathed a sigh of relief and strode out of the room.

Helen was still mechanically cleaning up the scattered bottles, debris, and corks, but she had been tidying up for a long time, but the real room was even more cluttered. She stood up suddenly, and smashed the large pile of garbage in her arms against the wall, and in the loud noise, the steel frame where the petri dishes were placed in several rows by the wall suffered a catastrophe, and I don't know how many petri dishes were knocked to the ground, and how many precious samples were lost.

The light screen on the side of the scanner is still flickering, and among the countless fleeting images, there is actually one that depicts the original form of life.