"What do you think of him now?"

"Calm, calm, mysterious...... Reliable. It's like a different person entirely. ”

Zero's bedroom is lavish in the Baroque style – its predecessor, Elizabeth I, used it to spend spring evenings with her lover, with a large bronze bathtub in the center of the bedroom, a beautiful design that allows the hostess to walk directly to the bed with undried droplets of water after bathing.

Zero didn't bother to change the structure of her bedroom, she just added a bronze desk, and now she sat at the table and wrote neatly in Russian on a piece of letterhead.

The bathtub is also used, and an Asian beauty is happily lying in a bathtub full of foam and flower petals, with two long, slender white legs resting on the bronze edge, outlining the thrilling perfect lines.

"Correct summary, I also had this impression when I saw him in person, thinking that the nurse group is estimated to be disbanded on the spot before it officially debuts."

Jiude Mai stretched her waist lazily, "You should know what the task is under the boss, right?" ”

"Well, send him to the 'end' - but we don't know where the coordinates of the 'end' are." Zero was still concentrating on writing letters, and did not give this stunner a second glance.

"You've lived in that institute for so many years, and you don't remember it at all?"

"It's been almost twenty years, and there's a good chance that everything there has been buried in the snowstorm, and if we don't have exact coordinates, it's hard to find it even if we can walk all over Siberia," Zero said slowly, "and...... The place we are going to is 'Paradise'. ”

When she had finished writing the letter, she sealed it in a sky-blue envelope, drizzled it with the fire paint that had already been hot, and took the bronze stamp with her name on it from the side and stamped it—the ancient and elegant way of sealing a letter.

"Sounds like a good place." Mai rinsed off the foam and petals on her body, and walked out of the bathtub naked, revealing the perfect body curves that make people's blood rush at a glance. She picked out a silk bathrobe and wrapped it in, "Didn't the boss give us any clues?" Are you going to let us be Detective Conan in Siberia to find the real murderer? ”

Zero glanced at her simply, his face expressionless: "No, now I can only ask through high-level connections, I hope that the connections of this identity can still come in handy." ”

She rang the bell at the table, and a few seconds later the bedroom door opened, and a well-dressed butler hurried up to her side, taking Zero's letter with both hands.

"You hand over this letter to Mr. Minister of Defense, and say zero. Razumovsky. Romanov wanted to invite him to lunch tomorrow. Zero said lightly.

"Yes, Your Highness!" The butler bowed and turned away with his head held high, not glancing at the rest of the bedroom.

"Are you going to take him with you tomorrow?" After a while, Mai Jiude, who was lying on the big bed, suddenly asked.

"Hmm."

"Then you'd better be careful, generally wherever this little angel goes, the battle will follow, and if an immortal of his level fights, mortals like us will suffer." Wine De Mai reminds.

Zero didn't respond, staring thoughtfully at the pen on the table.

She remembered the past. At that time, she was not called Zero, nor was she as prominent as Romanov but did not belong to her own surname.

Her name is Renata, and she belongs to Dr. Herzog's genetic experiment No. 38.

It was also in the research institute called Black Swan Harbor that she met "Zero" who was locked up in a confinement cell.

The boy was dressed in restraints, injected with various potions every day, and possessed mysterious powers, who had foreseen and led himself out of the burning Black Swan Harbor;

When the terrible fighter jet fired rockets that blew his body to pieces, it was also Zero's warm hand that held him, reciting an ancient testimony that gave her a new lease of life over tens of millions of years, a contract that would give the dead a new lease of life and bloom again:

"We will not abandon one another along the way, nor betray one another until the end of our death."

……

For the past six months, Zero often dreams that he is back in the cage called Black Swan Harbor, holding a bag bear named Zorro, chased by the terrible Dr. Herzog, the fierce nurse, or the soldiers who have become "demonized"; Each time, she instinctively ran to room zero where "Zero" was, as if it were her safe house.

However, every time he broke through the heavy iron door of Room Zero, it was a giant covered in bright yellow steel armor, slaughtering the vicious creatures that chased him in different ways, such as spears, heavy muskets, or ferocious chainsaws......

"Could it be him?"

Zero, Lu Mingfei...... Zero tried to put them together in his head, but never succeeded.

Lu Mingfei's image changed, coupled with the fact that she saw Lu Mingfei's naked and sturdy body when she took a bath just now, she felt like a thin waste wood and suddenly turned into a muscular hunk with a JOJO-style painting style with wonderful BGM and onomatopoeia and unconsciously powerful POSE.

"Are you thinking about the relationship between the boss and Lu Mingfei?" Jiude Mai's fluttering voice interrupted Zero's thoughts, "Then it's better not to think about it, there is no need for mortals like us to get involved in the affairs of immortals, let's do it." ”

“…… Well. Zero's response was somewhat perfunctory.

For her, it was also a journey back in time, and a considerable part of her mind was missing, as if someone had erased it, and she could no longer remember it.

She doesn't remember how she was separated from Zero in the first place, and the image she remembers is only a boy walking in the snow with a girl on his back, trying to walk along the railroad tracks from Moscow to China. It was at that time that she was given the name "Zero".

But the boss said something...... But it's still the same riddle as always. Do you want to guess? ”

"What?" Zero asked subconsciously.

Perhaps this version of reality is more fulfilling than the last, he said, and at least has an ending — for better or worse.

……

Fingal was rewarded with a sumptuous meal, and the maids and waiters of the Elizabeth Palace served a fifteen-course dinner for the three guests, all of which were filled volumes.

After dinner, Lu Mingfei took out the file of the "δ Project" again, staring at the black and white photo of "himself" and thinking.

He didn't care about his dark and inhuman experiences—they were nothing compared to the hundred-year conquest of the Weepers, long since they were buried;

He doesn't care about any "dark and top-secret genetic engineering" - Astarte itself is the product of this kind of engineering, and he is lucky enough to be recognized by the warband leader, and he is directly promoted from warband servants to the emperor's angel, and it is said that other Astarte wargroup recruits will have to go through all kinds of cruel and harsh tests and trials before they are eligible to undergo transformation surgery.

He pondered how this related to what His Majesty the Emperor called "his own origins."

Lu Mingze is like a consciousness body that "stays" in his body, but at the same time, he has the power to influence reality, such as the zero-sum wine de Mai is the force he cultivated in reality;

He had tempted himself to help him grant any wish at the cost of only a quarter of his life - although Lu Mingfei was eager to see and own a legitimate Emperor-level Titan (the law of the Mechanicus Cult), this promise was immediately rebuked by him and regarded Lu Mingze as a blasphemous demon.

A quarter of a life is exchanged for a wish, and once the fire of "greed" in the heart of human beings is ignited, it is difficult to extinguish, and soon there will be a second or third wish...... What would happen if you really paid for your life and made four wishes?

The ownership of this body belongs to Lu Mingzawa? Isn't this the vile and filthy act that only demons do?

But if Lu Mingze was really a demon, then His Majesty the Emperor would have made him disappear with a slap, but now the two are more like a ...... Something akin to a cooperative attitude?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt the blasphemy of his thoughts, Lu Mingfei quickly extinguished his thoughts, and it was better to concentrate on tracing his so-called origin first.

Origins...... It's hard to be with Ronald. Don is the same, also an alien?

But he quickly dismissed the idea again, and at the same time put away the file and replaced it with a meditation that cleared his mind—

Because His Majesty the Emperor ordered the abolition of the Daily Prayer Time of unknown meaning for the Sword of Revelation Legion from Lumim:

"Just let me feel the rare purity."

(End of chapter)