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"So I should thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to care about my spare time?" Cyril said lightly.

"No, I'm just afraid that you will be disappointed." Ulysses said with a smile, his gentle tone could not conceal the slightly tired hoarseness in his voice, just like the clear blue lake water rippling with the shadow of white clouds, Cyril could almost imagine Seeing him leaning against the table and smiling with his head tilted, "There are too many varieties of Shadow Rose, Cyril, it has never been popular in the market, and it is impossible to verify who first bred it. The important thing is that no one Knowing that there are several types of its original species, no one can completely obtain these original species. And those who are obsessed with flower cultivation have derived countless variants on the basis of the original species. Which are natural species that can reproduce, and which are The non-natural species that only exists in a single generation, and now even a person who is well-versed in cultivation can’t explain it clearly, because he can’t get in touch with all shadow roses, can this explanation be understood?”

Cyril looked at Kroen, who was so far away that he was rarely awkward with him, and was still reminiscing about the scene where he finally couldn't hold back and squeezed the tip of its tail, so that Kroen suddenly exploded and spread like lightning , a little casually: "I guessed right, the Shadow Rose really came from your world?"

"Yes. And I also happened to know that there is such a thing." Ulysses sighed softly, "You want to know its species, do you want to get some seeds? Let me say it is not easy, go to the General League No one may be willing to take the pending order." He didn't want to say how he "coincidentally" knew about this thing, so he didn't ask Cyril where he knew about the Shadow Rose.

"I don't want it, I just happen to be a little curious about it." Cyril said, "Then can I ask, the above is that you are so busy that you can only hand over the monitoring of the Lost Island to your subordinates——you still have to make this call The reason? Tell me how long you haven't had a good sleep, and by the way, tell me which nerve my little curiosity touched you."

Ulysses didn't change his face: "Because I also just know that you are not that keen on flower art, and I just know that you have asked Kaili to check about this thing earlier... Of course you didn't know it at that time. I know it’s called the Shadow Rose. Also, Hammock’s place is indeed a bit tricky, but I’m calm when I think that I’ll be rewarded for my hard work, and it’s not too late for a week, but I can still hold on.”

"You slipped the tongue." Cyril was very good at grasping the key points, and said coldly, "So you tell me that you saw the rose sample on my desk and recognized its scientific name, and you knew about me from the Avengers. Did you check on ordinary 'Black Roses'—and then pretended not to know about it?" His intelligence organization, the Avengers, was so closely related to the Angel Organization that Ulysses even helped build it in the first place. Yes, as long as he has something to investigate through the Avengers, it's too easy for the guy to know.

Ulysses chuckled, his tone relaxed and lazily cheerful: "It's not important, is it Cyril? When I wanted to remind you, you had asked Kelly to withdraw the investigation. I thought it was just yours." A whim - it's rare but not impossible. You see, so when I know you're interested in this flower again after such a long time, I get curious too...you have to admit , I really know you too well."

"Yes, just like I know you too." Cyril just approached the window sill, Krohn's ears moved and his tail rose up, his light blue eyes stared at it vigilantly, obviously still thinking about it. Unexpectedly, he pinched the tip of its tail angrily, "Now tell me, apart from curiosity, the reason for making this call. My instinct tells me that you are still hiding something."

Then the best friend on the other side of the phone said very sincerely that I don't know.

Cyril: "..."

Ulysses yawned, with a nasal sound in his voice, and he sounded in a good mood: "It's just that I have an inexplicable premonition, it's not good, it's probably like... You finally remembered to call the store on the street , and I'm afraid that the limited whitepizza over there is sold out... Who knows, I didn't know what I was thinking when I picked up the receiver. Well, I think I should go to sleep now, goodbye Xi Riel."

What responded to him was his best friend who hung up without any regrets, oh, he still remembered to say goodbye before that.

Ulysses stared at the receiver and smiled for a long time before putting it down, getting up and drawing the curtains, staring at the torrential downpour left by Denise these days.His field of vision was dim, even in the daytime, he had to light the lamp, his fingers lightly tapped the window sill, and the warm and gentle smile on his face disappeared unknowingly.

Speaking of the Shadow Rose, he really knew something, but he couldn't hear anything from Cyril's mouth, and felt that it was impossible to match what he thought in his mind, so he shrugged for a long time: "Who knows, maybe it's Think too much."

He turned around and used the walkie-talkie to call his subordinates to come in and order something, and was going to take a break before talking.

Cyril has an intelligence organization called the Avengers.

In view of the fact that the truth he is looking for may be a secret that can save him forever, he must not only know how to disguise and hide himself, but also how to lightly achieve his goals through dark means.In order not to startle the enemy, he even tried his best to create a reassuring image.

He does not follow his father's old path to go into politics, does not associate with any family with special real power, stays away from England's center of power and resides in France, and keeps his eyes on the economic field, and even his reputation is well known to the real upper-class aristocrats for his eccentricity. .Her Majesty, the supreme queen of England, brought him into the royal court, and his friendship since he was a child has been maintained among the noble vases of the royal families of various countries. As we all know, this is the most representative status but is also deeply bound A group of people - this kind of Cyril, who has not revealed his flaws for many years, is of course something to be proud of.

However, he has also rejoiced countless times that the higher the person is, the more his eyes are higher than the top.They can clearly see the meaning behind any disturbance in the world situation, and can find out any uncertain factors of opposites keenly and sharply. They know that there is no pure white and black in the world, and even they themselves are characters who run through black and white, but they never Don't choose to face up to the boundary between white and black, there is a group of people who are gloomy and low-key but possess extremely powerful energy.They only regard the gray road as a tool, a humble and insignificant tool with special functions.

Cyril will not take the initiative to put himself into a definite position, so he has never really stepped into the gray path.Back then, when he realized that his situation was very dangerous, and even the cause of death of his parents and grandfather was tricky, he had made up his mind to do something with great anger.The experience from his previous life swelled his confidence to a terrible level, thinking that he was still the ruling organization of the gray organization with a strong wrist, superior intelligence and a glorious resume, and he failed to accurately realize how huge the energy of the state machine would be. Shocked and desperate, fortunately he met Ulysses.

He looked very young then.The appearance is not enough to convince the public, and the supporters are pitifully small, so they have to rely on some not-so-glorious means to move forward.It was then that Ulysses came into his vision.

It has been a few years since this seemingly down-and-out nobleman founded the Angel Organization, but he has just begun to make his mark in the mercenary world.Because he has no foundation and no support from the forces behind him, he can only rely on his own hands to open up the network and lay strength - many organizations start from some small businesses and gradually expand in scale - but the initial starting point he chose turned out to be transnational , so too much time-consuming preparation work has to be carried out, and without strong and effective business support, this move has almost turned the organization into a bottomless pit of empty funds.

At that time, Xi Ruier had nothing but a lot of money.The bodyguard company Blue Devils he just opened in the United States has only a prototype, and the intelligence network he is trying to build around the world by recruiting talents is still in the written stage. Si told him, you are wrong.

If you want to maintain your pure white identity and get in touch with the shadow world, you should not choose this method.

Cyril's identity is a little sensitive.No, not somewhat... quite.

There are some things that he can have, but he can't try to make them work.It's so ridiculous, but it's true.It was at that time that the hot-headed Cyrille suddenly realized that he had deviated from the original plan.He had to save his life first—he existed in an extremely absurd yet so real world, where the future was limited by fate—and he had to get out of this established terrifying future before he was qualified to carry out the rest of the plan.

At the time Cyril had only a few credible and capable followers around her.He had a long talk with Ivy and Carey, telling them to choose their own path. As a result, Ivy went to take charge of his growing business group, and Carey created an accident to disconnect from the family and erase his past. As the identity, he chose the Avenger and the Blue Devil, as Cyril's agent in the gray way, and personally built this largest platform for communication with Ulysses and the angel organization.

Ulysses helped Kaili gain a firm foothold in the gray path, and the help from Cyril helped the Angel organization expand on a large scale in just a few years.After all, Cyril has a glorious white identity and a vision that has been ahead of the world for decades. Even if he is just a bystander, his energy is already immeasurable.

Cyril will not go into the gray way, and Ulysses will not step into the white way. In a kind of tacit understanding that has never been spoken but already exists, their relationship is even closer than that of their collaborators-a close friend who can entrust their lives.

Back then Ulysses waited for Cyril to tell him what it was that made him, a proud man of heaven, cautiously develop forces in the dark, and he had to find out what it was. He wrote but never revealed a single word of the secret.

Cyril stood on the balcony on the second floor, quietly watching the lady who took care of the shrubs in the garden.

Kroen stretched his body lazily on his shoulders, exposing his fur to the maximum extent in the sun.Although he is still annoyed by the incident with the tip of his tail not long ago, it is actually very sensitive to people's emotions. Kroen was actually very proud when he found Cyril's unusual attachment to him. Also getting stickier on performance.

When Mrs. Wendy was about to enter the house with the pruned branches and flowers, she subconsciously looked up and saw Cyril standing there silently. She was taken aback, and then smiled: "Good morning, Your Excellency."

The morning sun fell on his face, but his face was more beautiful than the morning sun.

"Your complexion...is not very good," Wendy said worriedly, "Didn't you get patronized by sleepy gods last night?"

Cyril smiled reassuringly: "No, in fact, even his brother has been here. Maybe this is the reason for my ugly face."

Wendy tilted her head: "Nightmare?"

Cyril said calmly, "No, I'm just dreaming about things from the past."

The lady who had just walked out of the fence took a few steps closer to him, but she had to raise her head high to look at him, her gentle blue eyes blinked, with a bit of hesitation and curiosity: "The past Is it even scarier than a nightmare?"

"Yes." Cyril said.

If he hadn't dreamed about those stories with Yuli in the past, and suddenly realized that he almost went wrong again, he would have been severely tricked by himself.

He shouldn't be that impetuous.But maybe it was the smooth sailing all the time, the ease of controlling the situation behind the scenes, which gave him wrong senses so that his self-confidence swelled, or maybe it was the unbearable humiliation and anger that he suffered twice under the hands of that unknown man It affected his judgment and caused his reason to deviate a little from the right path—so, thinking about it afterwards, he did go a little too far in this regard—fortunately, he discovered it early.

He has determined that he cannot find out the identity of the man from the Shadow Rose, nor can he find anything from Melanie, because King's rule has cut into the core of the club Melanie in a sense, and he did not Any certainty could make Melanie's master open the core to him.Therefore, he had to endure this festival again.

When Cyril was tossing and turning one night, she had a lot of things in her mind.

Since that man deliberately concealed his identity, there must be a reason for hiding.Cyril knew that there must be a connection between himself and him, but he really didn't expect that he knew such an existence.

Since the age of 15, it has been Cyril, and he thinks that in his own cognition, he does not have any impression of this person, so this origin is the story before the age of 15?Cyril has the original memory of this life and the experience of the previous life, but he dug it out and chewed it countless times but couldn't find any clues.

It really shouldn't be.He lived with his parents in the White Castle when he was young, and spent his childhood in the Royal Court of Windsor as a teenager. His memory is very clear. He can be sure that there is no one missing. So where did that seemingly very related person come from?

Forget it...it doesn't matter, he will come to him anyway—Syril is equally sure of this.

So he shouldn't focus on the current situation and the past, which is destined to be impossible to get an answer. He should focus on how to catch him and avenge him when he meets him in the future!

Touching Kroen's head, I have never been more grateful to that perverted scientist for his unnecessary actions.Cyril thought, if Lawrence hadn't been asked to take Kroen to play at that time, maybe he would have made a comeback?

What has already happened cannot be changed.Cyril relaxed and waited patiently for another convulsion of fate.

Focus on one impossible task can easily be diverted to another.

Aurora was horrified to find that the way your Excellency stared at her seemed to be dissecting her.She always thought it was an illusion, but since he came back from Italy, although he looked the same as before, she always felt that he was planning something.

"Her little trouble hasn't been resolved yet?" Xi Ruier held a cup of black tea and looked sideways at the girl who ran out of the piano room with an ugly face.

It was a rare rainy afternoon for Isaac. Afternoon tea was served on the balcony, and the cool wind kept blowing the simple wooden wind chimes under the eaves. enjoy.

After hearing the maid's reply, Aurora hurried to the balcony and forgot to look towards the main entrance, and then calmly uttered a dirty word.

When she suddenly realized that the words she said were not very elegant, her face turned pale, and she turned her head quietly to look at it. On the seat, one was reading a book and the other was knitting, with a calm and comfortable expression, as if she hadn't heard it.She spent a lot of time with these two, so she naturally understood their personalities, and when she thought about it, she knew that, except for being harsh on certain occasions, it didn't matter if she was more casual.

Xiao Song breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately frowned again.God knows that she has made her words so clear, why does Xia Lai still pester her, but since she provoked it, she must resolve it by herself firmly.Turn around and go downstairs.

It wasn't until her back disappeared from sight that Mrs. Wendy tightened the wool in her hands, and smiled in a tone without much sympathy: "I thought it was resolved. Now it seems... Poor boy, probably still Going to struggle."

"Are you satisfied with her methods?" Cyril asked.

"That's right, you did a great job." The blue pupils seemed to be slightly rippling with soft spring water, "There is no need to worry about her reputation. Now everyone knows that the little master of Kane's family is interesting, and not simple. She Obviously found her way - certainly I didn't expect Prince Philip to tolerate her so much."

"Thank you." Cyril nodded, "I will take her to Madrid in a few days."

"You don't need to thank me, you know." Wendy blinked slowly, "I think Isaac must not lack the space for me to exist alone." When meeting those ice-coloured pupils, She smiled, "I'll stay here, sir, it's very good here."

"You are always welcome." Cyril said.

Mrs. Wendy smiled, her bright eyes were as gentle and sweet as spring water.

It is my luck to be able to help you.And I just want to be closer to you.

Just like, you never know that you are a star that I can't touch, and I even think it is a kind of blasphemy to have the extravagance to imagine hugging you...

The author has something to say: 4.12

Ulysses came to ask, but it's a pity that Cyril didn't say anything! ! !

If he dares to explain this matter clearly, Yuli will tell him right away, →_→I just saw a convulsive snake spirit who carried a black rose everywhere, I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let it go After one, I will try my best to help you kill him.

PS: So many people are worrying about the wrong strategy for Lance.

Dear friends, have you ever thought about it, maybe he hasn't started the strategy yet!This product has not officially appeared yet! !It was really a coincidence that he met Xi Ruier, no, it can’t be called a coincidence, probably because he found that Xi Ruier was in the same place as him, he could have bypassed it, but this guy couldn’t help but wanted to tease Cyril a 罒 v 罒

Stupid authors always like to bury things, and sometimes they even forget about themselves when they bury them... Well, I just want to say that the author will not describe something for no reason.

PPS: Gavin, the business prodigy of the second phase of Wannian Middle School in the next chapter, will appear.Zhang Yuan's late kiss is undoubtedly a sofa, and I will send you a red envelope of love~!

PPPS: Curse the pirated texts, there is no money to buy popsicles!But don't worry, the author won't guard against theft, that's annoying.