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Cyril remained silent with him for a long time, never looking away.It seems that as long as you turn your head, it means you lose.

The icy blue pupils are empty and silent, as indifferent and clear as the crystallization of water, but no matter how much you observe, you can't detect any emotion.And the pair of pupils that these eyes are facing has a warm color like the sun and spring breeze, much lighter than brown, but like a cat-like orange amber.

It seems that there will always be such a warm appearance... If you ignore the faint and almost invisible cold light in the warm light.

"How long are you going to compete with me?" Cyril said calmly, "I remember that you have never been a person who is too curious."

Ulysses lifted his upper body slightly upwards, taking a closer look at his face from an angle. After a long time, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his hand to gently wrap a strand of hair covering the corner of Cyril's eyes behind his hair. , so calmly said: "No, you know, I will never be too curious about you."

His voice was as gentle as coaxing a child, and the corners of his slightly upturned lips were slightly teasing.A face that does not show age at all, not only has the vigor and clarity of a young man, but also has the wisdom and calmness of an elder.

He is like a lake, even if you can't see the bottom, it is still clear and moving green, even in the sun, it will show a beautiful light color between silver and blue, without the slightest grayness and treachery that belong to the ruler of the shadow world.

Cyril slightly tilted his head and sideways his hands, put down the arm supporting his chin, and sat up straight, trying to rescue himself from this too ambiguous situation, but after Ulysses sensed his intention, he didn't think so at all. Unceremoniously, he propped his other hand to the edge of the chair back.

Now he seems to be completely imprisoned by the man in front of him, and the feeling of oppression is secondary. This posture makes people feel really uncomfortable.

"Ulysses." Cyril called him slowly, with warning in his tone.

"Tell me the answer, Cyril." He smiled slightly, the more he smiled like this, the less he wavered.

"You shouldn't know." Cyril also insisted, "No one should know except me."

Ulysses stared at him silently for a moment, as if trying to figure out why he said that.Then he slowly let go of his hands, straightened his waist, and looked down at his face, his eyes still did not leave those icy eyes.

His slender fingers gently touched his face along a lock of hair, which seemed to be an unconscious movement, because the eyes and pupils of each other were exchanging some unknown information, and finally he said: "You don't want to I checked it out myself."

Almost at the moment when the words fell to the ground, Cyril's eyes darkened, and the storm suddenly gathered from the depths of the pupils filled all parts of the pupils.The angrier he got, the lighter his pupils looked.If flames were ignited on the ice, and the frozen magma glowed with a dynamic color, then it must be like this.

"I'm angry." Cyril grabbed the hand clasped on her cheek and shook it coldly, "Stay away from me——I don't want to see you now."

He got up and was about to go out, but was immediately pushed back to the chair by his shoulders.Ulysses had a helpless expression on his face: "Okay, okay, it's my fault... I shouldn't threaten you... But, I think I have more time now... Maybe you can tell me a story?"

"Stories...how about fairy tales? Well, fairy tales are all fake—this one is better." It was that warm smile that couldn't be faked but still caused headaches, "Huh?"

Cyril glanced at him lightly.

He immediately changed his words again: "I beg you to tell me!"

Xi Ruier stared at him for a long time, seeing that he seemed to be holding on to the limit and refused to let go, he slowly closed his eyes, and slowly opened them again.

"A long time ago... there was a child."

Ulysses let out a muffled laugh. After receiving two murderous icy gazes, he covered most of his face with his hands and turned into a silent laugh.

"He has a father, a mother, and a grandfather."

"We have the time and the characters, what about the location?"

"...they lived happily in the castle."

"And then?" Ulysses smiled happily.

"Then his parents died." Cyril said coldly, "and then his grandfather also died."

——“This story is over.”

He stood up leaning on the armrest of the chair, turned his head and left.After walking a few steps, there was a tightness on his arms, and two arms wrapped around him to hug him tightly.With the weight of a whole head resting on the shoulder socket, an inexplicable emotion seemed to be conveyed through this gesture - just for a moment - the next moment, the person behind him let go of him.

Ulysses no longer had any smile on his face: "It turns out... this is the truth."

"Even I don't know the truth, how could you know." Cyril mocked.

In this world, maybe there is no one who knows Cyril better than Ulysses?Because he knows the most secrets about him?He is the only one who can see the unknown emotions and thoughts hidden in the depths of his heart at a glance, and can understand them in a single sentence.But maybe, at that time, when he met the child in the story, it was already a step too late.

For Cyril, in his opinion, the best way to protect a person is to let him know nothing.

... However, now relying on his position in this person's heart, I insisted on forcing him to speak out.

The death of the Duke and Duchess of Silvermoon and the old Earl Lilac is obviously a very normal fact, why should it be pointed out in particular——Sirrell didn’t say anything, but only said these, and it was already a point—then two Death, in which there are always two suspense.The castle he mentioned refers to the White Castle in the territory named after Her Majesty Queen Irma, representing England.

Cyril has doubts about the death of his parents and grandfather, and he even suspects that the behind-the-scenes is the state machine... Such a horrible guess, so he can't let anyone know.

"What happened yesterday... has something to do with it?" Ulysses said slowly.

"I don't know." Cyril smoothed the folds of her arms and said calmly, "I just told a false fairy tale, a ridiculous story, and you don't know anything about it."

Ulysses stared at his clear pupils, and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch them, but he held back: "I'm in a bad mood right now, what do you think I should do?"

"Find your own fun. Get away from me."

Xi Ruier turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around and sat down behind the desk, looking up at someone coldly.This is his territory, why should he let this guy.

Ulysses raised his eyebrows and laughed again, covering most of his face with his palms, before letting go of his hands after a long time, and promised softly, "Don't worry... I won't do anything."

Cyril looked back silently.

...he didn't believe a word of it.

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Cyril stayed in Paris for nearly a week.

There are two large study rooms and a library in the Lyok mansion.Originally there was only one study room, which was handed down from generation to generation by Lilac's successors.Just like most things that show the highest authority, the whole arrangement embodies the patriarchal dullness and solemnity, dignity and depression.

Cyril stayed here for a long time when he was young, and he was also not used to the atmosphere of his grandfather's study. He originally set up a room with a sunny side and a better environment to serve as a temporary place, but after his grandfather passed away, he became a lilac. The owner of the house did not move there. Instead, he chose a place that fit his status and had better lighting and set up a study.

Perhaps it was because his grandfather passed away there, so there was a certain grudge in Cyril's heart. Except for Old Frey who went in from time to time to clean and repair, he never stepped into it again.Even if the few books he wanted to read were only available in the big study room, he just asked Frey or Naiden to help him get them...but now he had to go in and carefully examine everything he could see.

Everything was listed in Frey's place. No one knew more about the arrangement of everything in the study than he. If he could be sure that nothing was missing, it was nothing.But Cyril knew that if things were as he expected, then the infiltrator would definitely not be able to bypass this study room if he was looking for something.

——This is where my grandfather stayed for the last time.It's also where he's most likely to leave his stuff.

Cyril stood motionless in the middle of the room.There are fireplaces, murals, and minimal decorations. In one room, there are bookshelves reaching to the ceiling on three sides, which shows that there are a lot of books.These books, even the ones that Cyril dabbled in, are only a small part of them. If there is something tricky to hide, where is the most likely place?

Coming in early in the morning, until noon, Cyril still maintained a standing posture without moving.Finally, he turned his head to look at Naiden who came to call him for dinner, and ordered: "Find out the genealogy."

Turn around and go to the restaurant.

One of the scariest ideas in Cyril's head was taking shape.

He is sure that his father and mother's "accident" must have an inside story, and the most likely thing involved is the English royal family or the state apparatus.It is absolutely impossible for Grandpa not to know... But why would Grandpa remain silent?

Only when the pros and cons are weighed and silence is more beneficial than investigation, grandpa has to remain silent... But how did this happen?

Or the truth is that even his client's father cannot touch it for some reason; The remaining heir, Cyril...so he could only pretend that he didn't know anything, and never even revealed it to anyone, including Cyril.

That is to say... According to his grandfather, it is better for Cyril to know these things than not to know them.

So what will he leave behind?

Will do.An excellent person in power, no matter what situation he faces, will always leave a way out for himself.Even if his successor will never find out.

There was a faint cold light in his eyes, and Cyril closed his eyelids mockingly.

If things are really as simple as grandpa imagined, how heroic is the original version?Although that idiot didn't realize it a little bit, he didn't show any hatred. He just fell in love with a woman bitterly. How could he end up like that in the end?

A great nobleman in England, one of the only five remaining dukes, the owner of Silvermoon Territory, the only direct descendant of Queen Alma... such a glorious identity... Isn't his dead father also like this?

But it turned out that those who respected him the most in name were the culprits who expected him to disappear.