Heather who counterattacked

Gray Harrier is eager to try.

He finally felt that this mission was a bit interesting.

There are too few familiar faces in the individual competition, and the current Angel organization has almost completely given up this field, so he is even less interested in watching it.It didn't take long for the onlookers to come out to perform the task again.In the early years, he was in urgent need of money due to his sister's serious illness. Although he was registered in an orthodox organization, he received too many private bids and hidden bids.

Therefore, most of the people he was familiar with during that time were not able to brightly appear in front of the stage.For a grand event like the Dark Camp, which has a high exposure rate in the Gray Road, it is too late for them to hide, so naturally they will not come out to find a sense of presence.Moreover, Hui Harrier was originally a mercenary who was more technically oriented, and lacked enthusiasm for real swords and swords.Tracking and anti-tracking, eavesdropping and anti-eavesdropping are all outstanding abilities. In terms of combat effectiveness, he can beat him by a few blocks, but in terms of these things he can beat him by a few blocks--it is true that he has such abilities, but it limits him to become The biggest weakness of a wise man is probably that his heart is too soft.

Rational and prudent, keen-sighted, with an adequate view of the overall situation, and a strong sense of competitiveness, but he is unable to support a team.He can fully control his own life and death, but he cannot bear the fate of others. A sister is already a weight he cannot take off, so he is better at being a lone walker who breaks away from the team and makes his own decisions than a wise man who strategizes and controls the situation.Even Ulysses had to regret it when he got such a valet, or wise men are hard to find.

Of course, Gray Harrier also had to join the dark camp.However, there was still some time before the team competition left the field, and it happened that Cyril was in need here, so he was sent out.Although this task is tangled, for Hui Harrier, the level of challenge is not high, and he puts more energy on how to do psychological construction and improve courage.At this moment, a blocking force suddenly appeared, making the truth more confusing, and he became excited instead.

"Your Excellency! Heklidomiya's clues have been broken—some spoilers have begun to clean up the background of the incident."

The Duke gave him two names at the time, one was Heck and the other was Braunman.Gray Harrier didn't even think about starting with the former. It didn't mean that he had more doubts about Heck, or that checking Heck was easier than Bronman, but it was an emotional tendency.

He knew Cyril's life well.Because the Duke himself was also involved, Gray Harrier also looked into his history in detail when going back to the accident 20 years ago.So I know that he and Her Majesty have the same love as mother and child, and Prince Charles and his wife have a very good personal relationship with the Duke. If the incident is really related to the family of Princess Catherine's family, Braunman, then the consequences will be too great. Cruel and embarrassing.Gray Harrier carried out the task with gratitude and repayment to the Duke, and couldn't help seeing things from the other side's point of view, so he actually started investigating Heklidomia with a faint hope.

Unexpectedly, not long after I started it, there have been accidents, which proves that if you follow this line, you will definitely find something tricky!

First, list Heck's power lineage.

Heck's reputation among the upper-class aristocrats has never been very good. As an old enough family, it has no sense of historical accumulation at all, and it doesn't even inherit the traditional British style. Instead, it is the frivolous Dutch of the French. The openness of the Italians has been dipped all over the place, which shows how complicated the relationship between Heck's family members is.Elopement, promiscuity, unknown mother, and even incest. In the past hundred years alone, at least two of its owners have had at least two disgraceful backgrounds that are too disgraceful to mention. It can be seen that it can be reviled by conservative and stubborn nobles. to what extent.

But such a widely criticized family can still survive. It has to be said that there is really only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic.Regardless of some people's origins and ideas, fate does not consider these at all when it favors.There are too many ghosts and geeks in Heck, they can always make the most correct judgments in politics, and they have always had the most tricky business vision in economics-so after carefully understanding England's political situation and the composition of the upper class, Gray Harrier learned that Heck is actually She is the queen's most loyal eagle dog, which is indeed unbelievable.

But after accepting such a setting, and looking back at the development history of Heklidomia, we can find that those hidden and unknown places that make outsiders puzzled actually have good explanations.This family secretly supports the master of the royal family, and His Majesty is also secretly supporting this family.The unbearable inner nature and reputation, in this relationship, are actually a very clever protective color.

Gray Harrier takes Heck as its leader, and has sorted out all the forces attached to it, hostile to it, or involved in political and economical aspects in the past 30 years, from public to private, even the parties themselves The relationship between men and women that cannot be explained clearly has been sorted out.However, compared to the intricate marriage relationship in the aristocratic circle, Heck's in-laws couldn't be more transparent. For these Hecks who are not taboo about meat and vegetables, it is difficult to find orthodox in-laws.

Then, after repeated research, Gray Harrier followed the time list and checked these relationships from the bottom up.

"The progress is not smooth. After all, it has been too long and there are too many things that are unclear... Fortunately, with the help of your designated companion, a very comprehensive relationship diagram has been listed. It is better to delete from it than to omit something. It’s reliable.” The entire investigation team was presided over by Gray Harrier, not to say that he did all the work himself, “We divided ourselves into two groups. One group went forward along the years and investigated every detail. The other group used a bolder guess, guessing that it was Heck who was the executor or planner of the case back then, and thus started the reverse investigation 20 years ago... …But we gradually discovered some powers that were not ours.”

Gray Harrier said: "To be sure, it is just recently - that force is slowly swallowing those things that may be called the truth. We want to uncover the fog, but that force wants to bury it forever - it has nothing to do with us. There is no direct contact, but based on the same environment, the other party must have discovered our existence."

"Although we haven't found anything yet, doesn't the emergence of this situation mean that we are going in the right direction?" Gray Harrier's eyes flickered slightly, "So we temporarily recruited some people and started to investigate The source of this power."

During the pause between Gray Harrier's words, Cyril looked up at him.

Gray Harrier's face is not good-looking: "I can't find it, but it has absolutely nothing to do with MI6."

He was a little entangled in this: "It is certain that Heck has nothing to do with MI6, and the two have not had any intersection since the establishment of the Secret Intelligence Service. But...we just pulled out Heklidomiya from the case of MI6. Yes. If the guess is correct, there is such a force—should be the force we are encountering now—it may not be involved in the events of that year, but it is definitely closely related, and it is it that secretly communicated the secret Bureau and the Heck family to achieve the goal, but it has enough energy to prevent the two from discovering its existence, and my intuition tells me... the source of the private bid I received before is also it."

"So what the hell is it?" Gray Harrier looked confused and distressed.

Cyril already understood what he meant.

According to the clues they found and reliable guesses, to put it simply, there must be only one mastermind or behind-the-scenes person who caused the crash of the plane his parents were on. Heck or Bronman, because these two are not important enough to make the queen willingly fall into the water, then it must be someone else or a very special force who acted as the pawn of this person or force, probably That is Heck or Braunman.

The incident happened, and the former Duke of Silvermoon passed away—because of the special nature of the envoy, the queen had no choice but to protect him.At this time, another force appeared. On the one hand, this third-party force obstructed the Secret Intelligence Bureau's investigation of the incident without a trace, and on the other hand, it also chose to bury the secret to exonerate the main messenger.Many years later, because of his investigation, he wanted to destroy the last traces, so there was the theft of the Lilac Mansion and the current collision.

"How can you be sure that this power is not the main messenger?" Cyril said calmly.

Why do you deliberately emphasize that this is a force from a third party, who is outside of this incident—you have to participate in it for some necessary reasons?

Gray Harrier's serious expression couldn't hold back.In fact, he didn't intend to fool the lord, he just thought it would be better to conceal it temporarily until there was no more definite evidence, but the duke was too perceptive.

After Xi Ruier stared at him for a moment, he said slowly: "Tell me."

"...Because it didn't hurt you," Gray Harrier was silent for a moment, "It's even protecting you, Your Excellency."

When Cyril found Blaise, the butler was trimming the marigold branches in the manor.

As the weather gets hotter, the flowering branches that are more sensitive to the environment appear slightly withered and yellowed. In such a huge garden, there are so many inflorescences that blind the eyes. It is not easy to find the withered and yellowed leaves under the green leaves under the flower tray.This manor is relatively remote, and it has been following the ancient cycle of four seasons to bloom and fade naturally. The gardeners maintain the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers as a whole, and do not deliberately pursue meticulous flowers and leaves. But at this time, Blaise is slowly blooming. Picking out the yellowish spots in the branches and leaves, and carefully cutting them off, repeating the movements with a certain kind of paranoia and harshness.

Cyril didn't bother him, but stood far away, quietly watching the man's movements.Cyril hadn't seen Blaize for a long time, his daily affairs were all taken care of by Naiden, and Blaize just focused on the power in the castle.According to his previous instructions, the power in the hands of Blaise, who should retire, is still shrinking.

Cyril originally thought that at this time, Blaise would stay in a dark room as he remembered, making a cup of tea, reading a book, tidying up old newspapers, dealing with some affairs or doing other things, if the degree of busyness is used as a According to the measure of the steward's due diligence, he is already unqualified.But I really didn't expect that this man who was always tidy, rigorous and meticulous would one day do such a thankless task with half his body covered in mud.

His tightly wrinkled brows and his arched body made him look several years older.But his actions were so sincere and compassionate that Cyril almost thought that what he saw was a redeeming believer.

Then at a certain moment, the person who noticed his existence straightened up in embarrassment but calmly, nodded at him, hesitated for a while, then turned around and went back to the small flower shop on the other side of the garden to change clothes.

Cyril thought of what Gray Harrier had said to him.

"Perhaps Blaze knows something," Gray Harrier said, "because I also found out—he—was protecting you in another way."

Cyril thought this was ridiculous.He had been afraid to trust Blaise for so many years, trying to exclude him from his world, only to realize now that what he had been working so hard was to protect him.

Cyril doesn't doubt Gray Harrier's assertion, he just regrets it.If he had known earlier... perhaps, he would not have entrusted his trust—but he would definitely use a more tactful way to make Blaize retire.It's not like it is now, which has completely cut off the last warmth between each other.

"Have I ever encountered danger?" But Cyril still asked back then, "Need these people I don't know or I don't trust to protect me?"

Then Gray Harrier watched him silently.

Cyril has been cautious.All kinds of bodyguards around him have never been cut off. He carefully built a lot of protection for himself, and worked hard to prevent himself from being in a dangerous environment.He lived quietly for so many years like stagnant water, and now someone tells him that there are so many people who have been protecting him?

After a long time, Xi Ruier said the answer himself: "Because... I don't even know who they are guarding against."

It's hard to tell who is more ridiculous.The truth that he has been trying to know for so many years, there are always some people who know it all the time, but they don't tell him.There are so many people who have silently guarded him for many years, but he has always regarded them as enemies and never changed.

Cyril stood there, watching the bright orange marigolds blooming everywhere.

This paradise has lost its hostess for so many years, but it is still so beautiful in time.Cyril remembered the time when his mother could still smile at him, and tears welled up in her eyes.Of course he knows how complicated the things involved are, and how dangerous it is to be able to completely conceal such an important thing, but every time he recalls those beautiful pictures in his memory that he can't touch, he feels that he should always check reveal the truth of all.It became an obsession, turned into a nightmare, the warmth he had never had before, and he snatched it from the original as his own memory, and if he couldn't explain it, he couldn't be freed either.

"Tell me who you're hiding for," Cyril said to Blaize. "You know—tell me."

Regardless of Blaze's role in the events of the year, at least he never hurt Cyril.And who can show such a warm expression to Marigold, no one can doubt his love for this family and this land.

Blaise looked at his little master.Never looked at him so carefully.

The child who was taken away by the queen back then has grown into such an excellent man.He once wanted to keep this child, but this child grew up under the wings of others, had his own thoughts, and no longer needed the slightest attention from those who stayed where he was.

Hate to admit it, but he really doesn't need him anymore.Never need him again.

Blaise looked at the marigolds outside the window, and shook his head slowly after a long time.There was a relieved smile on his face.

When he smiled, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.But I can vaguely see a bit of his youthful handsomeness.

He didn't answer directly, but just told a short story.

"I was chosen by your grandfather to be by your father's side. When I first met your father, he was also pruning these flower branches. I want to ask, how did you manage such a large garden by yourself? Every day, leaves wither and new shoots sprout, and the cycle of life is constantly changing. Why do you need to prune? However, you can’t ask what you shouldn’t ask. At that time, I strictly abide by these rules, and I didn’t ask until the end. I am with you My father grew up together, caring for him more carefully than my own eyeballs, more important than my life, more important than the whole world, but there are always things that you can't get back even if you do everything you can."

"During the years when your father left, I guarded the castle and the manor, as if its old owner would come back. I picked up the scissors myself after watching it. Every day the buds bloom, every day All the leaves are withered. Sometimes you finish pruning this place and focus on that place, but in a blink of an eye you find that there are new residual leaves appearing on the place that was originally taken care of. Day after day, year after year, Then I gradually realized that your grandmother passed away too early, when your father stood here, taking care of these flowers tirelessly, not for anything else, just for a kind of psychological comfort." But they didn't come back...you nor come back.

Blaise's eyes were so gentle.

Gentle remembrance, gentle confession, gentle compassion, even resentment, are so gentle.

How much love does it take to have such eyes?

"That's why I can't tell you, little master," he said at last. "I don't want to bear the weight of my guilt any more."

He has hidden a secret for nearly 20 years, suffering from that monstrous sin every day and night. When he doesn't want to say it, who can pry his mouth open again?

Cyril can't help it.

The sunset glow of this day spreads red half of the sky, and the stars of this night are extremely bright and penetrating.When the new day came, Cyril's door was knocked with an almost panic-stricken movement.

Cyril only had time to put on her dressing gown and hurried to the marigold paradise.

The orange flowers that shine with the morning light are still in full bloom and intense.In the small room of the gardener and the night watchman on the edge of the manor, the once strict and solemn butler sat quietly on the chair, maintaining the posture of leaning on the table with one hand and propping up his chin, staring at the sea of ​​orange flowers outside the window , with tight eyes and a relieved brisk smile on his lips.His always straight and stubborn waist finally bends regardless of his image, forming a stiff arc. The tuxedo that is always spotless is gone, replaced by old clothes stained with dirt and made of unseemly materials, just like a real flower Like a carpenter—even if he takes his last breath, he must be by the edge of his favorite flower field.

"Suicide." Gray Harrier stepped forward to check it, put down the suspicious cup with an overdose of sleeping pills, raised his head and said dryly.

Cyril was cold all over.

Who is it that, after destroying the previous owner of this territory, can still get the protection of the queen, and can tell you to keep a secret for it with death... What can you do?

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PS: On the one hand, the snake spirit hates Cyril deeply, but on the other hand, he loves him extremely passionately.