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The invitation was thrown out by Cyril and he didn't take it to heart. One day later, it was Klon who brought an invitation card from nowhere.

I was having afternoon tea.The elusive Kroen suddenly jumped onto the table, put the invitation card in his mouth beside the dessert shelf, then lowered his head, bit a tray and dragged it out, lying on his stomach to enjoy the dessert slowly.Xi Ruier picked it up and looked at it. The dark green hollow flower-shaped cover wrapped with vines had no writing, and a wax seal was branded at the opening.He didn't open it either, and put it back where it was.

Ai Wei saw that he was not interested. He was calm before, but now he was a bit dull, so he couldn't help asking: "Whose invitation?"

Cyril shook her head and said nothing, but raised her hand and touched Klon's head.

How could Ivy not be curious!After a cursory look, there was no obvious identification mark on the invitation card. He wondered who would know that Cyril was here?Who would invite this way?Also... Since this thing was brought in by Klon, it means that it did not go through a fair and honest channel. Although Klon didn't say anything, sometimes he couldn't help but marvel at the wisdom of this cat Since Kroen is willing to bring in the invitation, it means that the other party must be someone he knows and makes him feel harmless.

Who is the one?For a moment, Ivy thought of Mr. Ulysses, but when he turned his head, he thought it was impossible.People who can't take care of themselves have any leisure to come out and wander around.Moreover, he and Carey agreed that the conflict between that person and Cyril had become an irreconcilable gap, and it would be good not to communicate with each other forever, and it is not impossible to turn against each other.So who else?

Ivy's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt that his thoughts at the moment were a little unbelievable but absolutely well-founded.Because I was really itchy, I asked directly: "Is...the one from Qiangwei...? What does he ask you to do?"

Cyril was wiping Krohn's paws with a clean towel, when she heard this, she raised her head and glanced at the person opposite.There was a very calm look in his eyes, and there was no sign of surprise, just like the other party answered correctly so he gave a response.

"It's me who wants to meet him."

Polaris knows the truth about the explosion in the other palace, and is the only force that may know the whereabouts of Lance.Maybe it doesn't know, but he can definitely contact the core layer of Rose.So he sent an invitation message through Kai, whether the other party would like to meet him, let alone Kai, even he himself was not sure.

After all, the other party has just suffered an accident and has been hiding in front of him for too long. No matter from which point of view, he is full of worries, and it is not the time to stand up clearly.

He didn't trust Lance because of the premise that the other party had too many unknowns and concealed too much.But to a certain extent, he had a strange trust in Lance.Because this kind of trust is too groundless, it is not taken seriously by Cyrille.Sometimes he will deliberately speculate on the other party's thoughts with malice, just like this invitation, the original intention is to have fun, and there is no purpose at all, it is just a sudden whim.

So, to be honest, when he really saw the invitation card handed over by the other party, his mood was a bit complicated.

After analyzing and analyzing, analyzing a lot of reasons why the other party would not accept it, it was still not worth the impact that he wanted to see the other party and the other party was really willing to show up.Should it be said that the other party is bold and confident, or that he has no scruples because it is his will?

...I think too much.

It's not a famous cafe.

A certain alley on the east bank of the Delaware River with an unclear boundary between the historical area and the art area. When Cyril looked for it according to the address, he walked back and forth several times before finding the exact location.

The atmosphere of Philadelphia is more of a combination of classic and modern beauty.The location is already remote, it has just rained, and the airflow in the near autumn is a little damp and cold, so there are very few tourists walking around the streets.It is inevitable to appear a little deserted.

Retro blues wafted out of nowhere on the street, and Cyril was wearing simple casual clothes, looking very young, and looked no different from students from a nearby university.Holding a large handful of popcorn bought at the street corner in his arms, Kroen squatted on his shoulders, and the cat's head jumped into the paper bag to chew from time to time, and the lazy gesture of wagging its tail was obviously in a good mood.

The destination is a cafe located at the corner, which does not seem to occupy a large area. It is in the same style as the surrounding ones, with hazy and shattered glass blocks, carved pillars and door rails, and still retains the characteristics of the last century.

Cyril stared at the suspension of business hanging on the door for two seconds, stretched out her hand to push the door, the door made an old creaking sound, and then the wind chimes above her head rang twice.The light in the field of view is not clear. Even in the daytime, the lighting in the room is not good. If there is no lighting, it will appear very dim.Floating in the air is the cafe's usual sweet, burnt and bitter taste. At this moment, because no one is empty, the quiet restaurant reverberates with fierce and noisy shouts. It seems to be a little distorted through the sound. I saw a big man slumped on the sofa surrounded by popcorn and beer.

There is a half-circle sofa facing the bar, and there is a large-screen projection above the bar, which is playing a rugby game. In front of the only audience with a cold and bored expression, the passionate roar of the commentary seems a bit dark and humorous.

Seeing the person coming in from the door, the big man wearing a dark blue wool cap raised his eyebrows—this expression made the scar on his face look even more hideous—and he threw the empty popcorn bucket aside, stretched his arms and took it from the coffee table. After filling a bucket, he turned his head and shouted to what seemed to be the kitchen: "Sir—your guest has arrived!"

I didn't pay much attention to him, this person just moved his chin, motioned him to go in by himself, and then moved his gaze to the screen again.

Cyril touched Kroen on his shoulder, walked straight in the direction indicated by his chin, and quickly found the location.After all, you are in the middle of the cafe and it is the only seat with a rose in a glass bottle on the table with a lamp on top of your head, so don't be too conspicuous.

Put the popcorn and Kroen on the table. The sofa is not soft, but the leather is hard. It matches the surrounding layout in a simple and blunt business style. There are landscape bars separating each other, which is very secretive.

Cyril stared at the fresh black rose for a moment, and heard the footsteps of leather shoes hitting the ground from far and near, and the tray with snack racks and coffee cups was placed on the table. Pulling out his head, he raised his head and saw this person, and greeted him with a meow - the other person reached out to help him remove a popcorn sticking to his beard, and sat across from him.

Cyril looked up at him, his pupils narrowed slightly, and the scattered things in his mind were instantly connected by a thread.He wasn't sure, but he had great doubts: "It's you." He was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "Mr. Leander."

He's supposed to have seen him several times—but only when he's actually standing in front of him in an inviting pose can he be sure who this person really is.

The black classic suit style outlines a tall and straight figure. The golden brown hair is combed back, revealing a full and beautiful forehead. His hands in white gloves are crossed and placed on the table.His complexion is still morbidly pale, and the scabs formed by the fine scratches have not fallen off, which makes his handsome face look a little melancholy, but his indifferent and ascetic and flawless temperament does not show any sign of weakness .

Compared to Cyril, who was rarely casual, this gentleman who was going to the appointment was obviously extremely formal in terms of attire.

Cyril's gaze paused for a few seconds on his gauze-covered left eye, then looked at his right eye.Blue like the deep sea, changing colors like the silent night——The intact eye has such a beautiful pupil color that one cannot help but feel that the injured other eye is a pity.

"The... explosion?" he asked.

"The result of carelessness, isn't it?" Lance began.

A tingling voice.Very light and soft, soft and delicate like velvet, longer than the sound of an organ in the wilderness, like the unpredictable light waves buried in the depths of the ocean of countless stories.

With his paws on the snack stand, Kroen unceremoniously pulled it off the tray, which caught the attention of the two.Then there was a smile in the other party's eyes, and he reached out to help it take out the snack tray, and handed a coffee cup to Xi Ruier.

Xi Ruier looked at the soft ripples of black coffee in the white porcelain cup, feeling extremely complicated.

He didn't expect that this person would actually agree to an invitation to appear in front of him, but since he came - and both of them knew what it would mean - it meant that he could ask any question he wanted to know, and the other party would not respond He has something to hide.

It made him feel a little unreal.Why did he suddenly let go of the attachment that had blinded him for so many years, no matter how hard he pursued it?

But Cyril didn't think much, he had to seize this opportunity.He picked up the coffee and stared at it for a while, finally put it to his lips: "Is Ulysses still alive?"

"Alive." The other party's tone was extremely calm.

Looking up at Lance, he felt that he might not only hurt his eyes, but the injury was really not serious.No one thought that Ulysses would be so ruthless and turned himself into human flesh——Ulysses would not know how tight the security around Lance was, and he couldn't be caught off guard like this Killed Lance—Syril had guessed that, compared to Lance who ruined everything for him, maybe the one he hated and wanted to kill more was his father... that one was aimed at the former King Xi to go.

Regret is the most useless emotion.He overestimated himself too much and underestimated others too much. Before the dust settled, it was impossible for Cyril to guess what terrible consequences would be brought about after the bomb was detonated.

"You want to kill him," Cyril asked with difficulty, "Why did you stop at this juncture?" If he really made up his mind, it doesn't matter if he has the protection of the former King Xi to death, this His Majesty himself has It's hard to get out of the ICU, but how long can I manage.

Lance smiled and said, "What's the use of killing him? He's already worse than death."

Is it better to live to the death if the painstaking effort is exhausted and the faith is shattered, or is it better to die for the sake of ideals?It took Cyril a long time to put the cup back on the table.

He said with some sarcasm: "You want to tell me that things in the world are always unsatisfactory, and what I do—maybe it will be very different from what I want?"

Regarding this, the other party just said coldly and coldly: "So, isn't this lesson enough?"

The brain seemed to be pierced by a bolt of lightning.That's it, that's it.

How ruthless this man is—isn’t Cyril very clear about it—the ruthlessness that can teach him the death of Uriah, and the viciousness that can teach him the destruction of Ulysses...Siryl’s My heart is as anxious and unbearable as boiling water.

He knew—he knew!

He already knows what he wants to do? !

Cyril found it difficult to accept.Could it be that this man, before the Ulysses incident, had already guessed what he was going to do in England—that’s why he let Qiangwei bite her free will like crazy, and after Ulysses’ tragedy Foreshadowed by his own inexplicable regrets—telling him that what he wanted to do couldn't be done.

Cyril fell into a deep valley for a while.

He secretly contacted his father, the former Ministry and forces of the Duke of Silver Moon, announced the shadow of Braunman to the public little by little, and even dragged the crown prince Charlie into the water. What he was preparing was a coup d'état!

What a terrible decision, in fact, it is no different from Ulysses choosing to kill his father in desperation - when he made this decision, he could not even believe that he would make it to this point.

But this man—he had already guessed it!

He knows what he is going to do!

Kroen stuck out a paw and put it on his hand.

This action made Cyril suddenly walk out of fear.He turned his head stiffly, looked into its pure blue eyes, took a long while to take a wet towel from the tray, and slowly wiped its face and mouth covered with butter and crumbs.

"I won't regret it," Cyril tried to keep her voice calm, "and I won't stop."

He clutched Klon's cat's paw tightly, as if it would bring him strength: "I will kill Princess Margaret, I will make Bronman fall apart, and I will let Her Royal Highness do her best for her." I deeply regret the original decision." His eyes were firm enough to be almost paranoid, "Everyone has to pay the price!"

Lava was burning in his chest.The fire was so intense that it was hard for him to keep his composure.He thought, if Ulysses heralds him, then, Lance, will it herald him who betrayed Ulysses?

He hugged Kroen tightly and stood up.The icy blue pupils are cold and oppressive like a storm.

But Kroen broke free from his embrace and jumped back onto the table.With two pairs of gazes, he walked slowly to the center of the table, took out the black rose in the glass bottle, then walked back to Xi Ruier, and jumped back into his arms.

Cyril hugged the cat in a daze for several seconds.

He suddenly turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a voice behind him calling his name: "Siryl."

Soft, light and quiet, a little tired and a little lazy: "Cyril, I'm going to die too—"

Isn't he someone who overestimates himself?He did not find Ulysses' true identity—but when the bomb exploded at close range, and the fragments of the entire hall were swirling around in flames, he suddenly realized that he could not guard him perfectly the devil his fairest rose.He will die and there will be times when he can't do anything.

So when I received the invitation, I struggled in every possible way, but still made this choice.

Instead of watching him play with fire, it is better to tell him everything he knows.But he didn't expect that none of the answers he had prepared would be asked, and it was Ulysses who was the one who was the one who was so angry with Cyril.

Xi Ruier didn't want to listen to the words behind, and stepped out like the wind.Steps are much heavier than usual.His face was very indifferent.

It's none of my business that you die - I don't need you!