"Not necessarily."

Pamela slightly retracted the cold light in her eyes, and her expression became slightly gentle: "There has never been an absolutely invincible existence in this world, and the same is true for fourth-order evolutionary people. The power of the demons from the space realm is too strong to guarantee that no one will be absolutely untempted. Even the Legion Commander Hoffmann will be no exception on this issue. ”

"Relax, your nerves are too tense. I'm just a third-order, and in front of you, I'm a character who can't even have a little thumb. A tiger would be worried that a sheep poses a threat to him, and this kind of thing is simply laughing out of his teeth. Pamela, I've always considered you to be my friend and the most trustworthy kind. I don't really have the idea of trying to deal with you, I just feel like my brain is messed up and want a coffee pick-me-up. You know, I drank a lot last night, and the three girls almost sucked up all of my energy. I'm so weak now that an old woman can drag me away with a fluttering goose feather. You know my habit of keeping coffee in that closet, and you've seen me come out of it at least a hundred times. How, can excessive nervousness lead to selective amnesia? ”

Dai Xiaolou shook the key and made a "jingle bell" sound in the air. Before Pamela could speak, he walked to the closet, opened the door with the key, and took out the jar of coffee, as well as creamer and sugar.

Soon, twice as much fragrant coffee was already on the table. I don't know if it was out of bad taste or deliberate revenge, Pamela found that her cup of coffee had so much creamer that she could barely see the saves of the coffee, it was simply a cup of white hot milk.

"You should drink more to keep your skin smooth and white."

Dai Xiaolou sat on the other hand, stirring the coffee with a spoon, while squinting at Pamela's legs exposed outside the skirt with his eyes, and said vaguely: "The texture of your stockings is really good, is it the brand I bought last time?" I think it was called Mondina or Vera? The advertising slogan is really sensational, and the model's figure is great. Not! I should take advantage of the next business trip to talk to her, and then take it back to the officer's bar, so that the young people who are in high blood can take a good look. When I think of the way they drool, I feel overwhelmed. This must be interesting. ”

Pamela didn't care about Dai Xiaolou's gags, and said calmly: "You should understand that the reason why you can still sit here and talk to me now is because you have done these things without posing a threat to the legion itself, nor have you caused any substantial damage. But in any case, what you did violated the relevant regulations, did not comply with the procedures, and if the military justice department intervened, you would not have a chance to defend yourself at all. ”

Dai Xiaolou smiled slightly, and said with a knowing expression: "Are you sure you really want to help me?" Or is it just to satisfy your curiosity? ”

"Both. You're one of the best young people I've ever met. You're also the youngest and best intelligence chief of the Iron Warriors' history. When it comes to the selection of personnel, Captain Hoffmann does have a unique vision. He's a man who hardly makes mistakes, and I believe in him and want to believe in you. ”

The old woman put away her fighting momentum, took a sip of coffee, too much creamer made her brow furrow, and she didn't want to try a second siping.

Dai Xiaolou took this qiē into his eyes, and slowly pushed the coffee in front of him towards Pamela with a smile. Then he pulled over the cup that the old woman had just drunk.

"This cup is yours. You just got the wrong thing. ”

Dai Xiaolou was quite unforgiving: "I know your habits, you like to drink cappuccino, less milk, more coffee, hey, hey, hey!" ”

Pamela frowned slightly, didn't speak, just looked at the cup of coffee that was taken away by Dai Xiaolou, and then looked down at the cup in front of her that had just been replaced, thought for a moment, picked it up again, and took a sip.

Dai Xiaolou looked at all the qiē in his eyes.

"You're right, we should be honest with each other."

He took out his cigarette with interest, took out one and lit it, and said in the mist: "Pamela, I have to admire your strong and keen intuition and thinking ability. I've always felt that you are a good secretary...... No, it should be the best secretary in the world. The Legionnaire's appreciation for you is indeed in line with your abilities. Whether it's administrative skills or insight and analysis skills, you far surpass the others, even the top combat team commanders who have been rewarded by the Emperor's genes. ”

Pamela's expression is calm, but it's very different from her inner world. Dai Xiaolou's words just now have revealed a lot of content. Of course, there are no problems on the surface, and only those who are involved in the many secrets of the empire and the legion, such as themselves, will detect some subtle clues from them.

"You're older than me, and you've spent much longer in the Legion Intelligence than I have."

Dai Xiaolou took the ashtray placed on the table and asked lightly: "You should have read the article of the high-secret file Ding No. 103, right?" ”

The old woman nodded slowly, a thoughtful look on her face.

The high-level file Ding 103 is about a woman named Sarasmis. To put it simply, it's about his personal life experience. But as far as the key parts of it are concerned, neither the content nor the relevant characters involved can be considered simple.

The civilized world has always been full of injustice. This is not only reflected in the property and the treatment enjoyed, but also in the amount of resources that are available to each individual, or can be said to be distributed by society.

The class divisions within the empire were far more pronounced than might have been imagined. If the common people are regarded as the basis of the rule of the imperial aristocracy, then under the common people, there are human poor people who are even worse than their living conditions, and can even be said to be extremely worse.

Sarasmith is one such girl born in the slums of the Empire. She wasn't pretty, and the genes that all women dream of are clearly not present in her family history. To make matters worse, Sarasmith lived at a time when the Empire of Man was engaged in a great debate about skin color and race, and even led to extremely strong racial discrimination. For a poor girl with brown skin like her, living in that era was indeed not a blessing.

"According to the imperial calendar, the year in which Sarasmis was born should be the third year that His Majesty the Emperor entered the Golden Throne. Hehe! One fell into a deep sleep, and the other was born almost at the same time. This is probably what the Creator calls justice! ”

Dai Xiaolou's emotion did not resonate with Pamela. The old woman has long been accustomed to Dai Xiaolou's habit of saying irrelevant nonsense when others are thinking. He always uses this method to disturb the logic of your thinking, so that you follow his words and unconsciously fall into the thinking trap.

The slums of the inner realm of the empire are full of evil. At that time, there were no villain colonies like Redstone City. Homicide, robbery, theft, prostitution, prostitution, illegal stimulants...... All this mess has made the already poor living environment even worse. In a certain way, this should be regarded as a negative effect caused by the emperor after the end of the rebel war. But for those who live in it, such as Sarasmith, childhood is definitely not a happy thing. In that place shrouded in darkness and sin, even the purest of people can be eroded into an evil aggregate. Girls have to come out and earn money from a very young age. The chips, of course, are their bodies. As for the boys, they often fell into the hands of human traffickers and were then sold to beggars who had access to the middle and upper social areas of the empire, as needed. They are usually cut off their hands and feet, or surgically inflicted extremely horrific wounds on the surface of their bodies. For example, the internal organs are exposed, or the body is infected in a large area by radioactive materials. In this way, they seem to be particularly miserable, and it is easy to arouse the pity of others, who can ask for more money.

It was an extremely dirty, sunless place. At a very young age, Sarasmith realized this and decided to challenge an unfair fate. Her desire for a better life was so strong that she even went so far as to kill her abusive stepfather. Due to the ingenuity of the technique, no one at the time realized that the murder was the work of a four-year-old child. In this way, Sarasmith was sent to a public nursery.

She just used it as a temporary stopover in her life, a place where she could get more food and nutrients so that she could grow taller and stronger. Having just turned six, Sarasmith escaped from nursery. In the process of wandering, she learned more things, and even learned the ability to imitate vividly by watching TV in the form of watching TV by guò who waited by the window outside the mall all year round.

It's definitely not a parody of a showman's trick used on stage to please the audience. Sarasmis may have this terrible talent in her genes. She is simply the top actress in the world, she lives in the middle of the city, carefully observing everyone who comes and goes around her. Imitation is not only about clothing and appearance, but more importantly, about the influence and shaping of the inner world and the various factors related to the environment. It was with this special ability, which seemed to outsiders to be smacked but could not be discovered, that Sarasmi managed to leave the middle class of imperial society, which is commonly known as the commoner area, and managed to survive in the upper aristocratic society. She stayed there for several years, and with the help of the forgery techniques she had learned in the lowest slums, and later a talent for imitation, Sarasmith managed to get into the best private schools of the time, where she received a series of higher education, as a nobleman's recommender.

A series of later investigations showed that Sarasmouth excelled in character and learning during his time at school, and even wrote several papers of considerable quality. Her demeanor was so proper, fully in line with the high society's standard of interpretation of aristocracy, that no one ever doubted her true identity, and there were quite a few boys inside the school who pursued her frantically. It was this loving pursuit that allowed Sarasmis to maintain his education by receiving large financial gifts from many suitors in a quiet manner.

Despite the fact that life in the upper areas was much better than the nightmarish life at the bottom, Sarasmith decided to get out of here. It wasn't her home after all. Although this question puzzled her for a while, she finally chose the direction of future development.

After graduating, it took Sarasmis more than three more years before he was able to really blend into the upper echelons of imperial society. She orchestrates a car accident that scares a marquise, and Sarasmith appears at the most opportune time to play the role of a brave rescuer. With a good conversation and a diploma with legal effect, Sarasmith won the favor of the Marquis, and became her personal lady-in-waiting. Under the protection of this aura of legitimacy, Sarasmith's courage became more and more emboldened, and his thoughts and thinking developed in a more terrifying direction.

At a summer ball held by the Marquise, Sarasmis killed a distant niece of a Governor of the Empire that ruled the spatial realm at the time, and replaced her with herself based on the dress and physical characteristics of the slain girl. No one noticed the flaw, and Sarasmis's planning in the use of his time was unmatched. On the one hand, she resigned to the Marquise, and on the other hand, she quickly adapted to her surroundings as the niece of the governor. This qiē can be said to be seamless, and Sarasmis, who was only fifteen years old, has become a privileged aristocrat. She goes to and from high balls, dresses in the most sumptuous costumes, and enjoys the purest drinks and food...... However, Sarasmith still refused to stop, and the quiet and comfortable life did not appeal to her, and her mind, full of evil and crazy thoughts, kept popping up one terrible thought after another.

Perhaps, it is in response to the words of a famous cardinal: "A person born in a dirty and evil environment can never cleanse himself of the negative genes." They will always be accused and can only obey this innate evil instinct. ”

Sarasmis has never revealed what her next plans are. She's grown to love games that constantly change her identity. Yes, this kind of thing is indeed a game in her opinion. It's crazy and scary, but it's exciting. Over the course of several years, posing as the Doge's niece, Sarasmith killed the daughter of an earl, a duchess, and a total of twenty-eight ordinary citizens of the Empire from various backgrounds. Of course, all of these dead were women, and Sarasmis had found her own greatest pleasure in this repeated and uninterrupted disguise. The techniques she uses are subtle, as well as the time period in which each impostor appears. All the families of the deceased did not see the difference, and they never knew that their relatives had long since turned into corpses, and the person who appeared in front of them was just a complete impostor.

Sarasmis did not obtain any benefit from this imitation. She just thought it was funny, like a madman who would not hesitate to burn the shelves of goods in order to get his hands on the candy jars that were placed on a high place.

If it weren't for being too bold, I'm afraid no one would have found out the clues. Sarasmis, perhaps the most difficult person trying to challenge the parody game, killed the son of an official who frequented the Doge's Palace. She looked at the new target for a long time and made sure that all the details were missing. However, on the first day of entering the official's home in disguise, the official's wife, the mother of the slain boy, discovered the problem. It was a special habit of the boy when he went to the toilet, and only his mother would know about her son.

Suspicion of Sarasmis arose from that time. But no one thought that the Governor's niece would be a murderer. After investigating a series of seemingly unrelated cases, a prosecutor exposes Sarasmis's disguise. She escaped arrest with great cunning, and spent half a month wrestling with the prosecutor and the angry governor's army. Before he was finally captured, Sarasmouth took the lives of two more pursuers.

The only blood heir is dead, and the Governor is furious at Sarasmis's crimes, desperate to make her pay with her life. However, the prosecutor apparently had his own agenda, and he took Sarasmis with him, assuring the Governor that Sarasmis would make amends for the sins she had committed. The prosecutor handed Sarasmith over to the Imperial Congregation of the Holy Nuns for testing to determine if she was fit to join the Temple of Assassins of the Sisters of Battle. Sarasmis's ability to test all physique and skill was clear, and intelligence tests made it clear that she was much smarter than most of the Empire's subjects. Based on this very rare talent and physique, the Sisters of Combat debated the specific use of Sarasmith with the Imperial Police at the time.

Not everyone sees things from a different perspective than prosecutors, and many believe that Sarasmis's loyalty to the Empire is questioned, despite her great talent. The masters of the temple of the Sisters believe that this is just a small personal flaw that should be corrected after a few years of hard training. After all, a qualified Temple Assassin is very rare, equivalent to a Dark Marquis with equal strength. If an Assassin possesses a special mimicry talent such as Sarasmis, then even if her combat ability is mediocre, her success rate in missions is much higher than that of powerful warriors.

The master of the temple at that time responded to all doubts with one sentence.

"We need warriors who can walk in the dark. Looking at things as they are is not entirely bounded by darkness or light. We can transform her and control her. Believe in the future, believe that the emperor's brilliance is enough to change the world's hardest stone. "It only takes a few years of hard training to correct personal flaws. After all, a qualified Temple Assassin is very rare, equivalent to a Dark Marquis with equal strength. If an Assassin possesses a special mimicry talent such as Sarasmis, then even if her combat ability is mediocre, her success rate in missions is much higher than that of powerful warriors.

The master of the temple at that time responded to all doubts with one sentence.

"We need warriors who can walk in the dark. Looking at things as they are is not entirely bounded by darkness or light. We can transform her and control her. Believe in the future, believe that the emperor's brilliance is enough to change the world's hardest stone. ”