Anomaly Of Warcraft

Contrary to Carlos's expectation, although the soldiers were enjoying the service of the young maids, they did not recommend wiping their hands, but when Steve Watson offered to prepare a room for them, everyone refused.

Maybe it's because I mind Carlos's opinion.

Maybe it's because other people refused, and I am embarrassed.

Or maybe the future is more important than beauty.

But this choice really improved their favorability with Carlos a lot.

Steve Watson is also an old fritters. Without further rhetoric, he just let the maids who looked relaxed or unwilling to go down.

After the bonfire dinner, the sky was getting dark and it was time to rest, so everyone returned to the room.

The finishing work at night is different from that in the day. Two shifts are too tiring, one for three, and the daylight for four.

Steve Watson used the excuse of something he wanted to talk to Carlos, and stopped the soldiers who had originally wanted to enter the house to search.

"Go ahead, what do you want to talk about."

Carlos poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one sip. The taste of beef is really good, it's a bit overwhelming.

"What I want to say is, I wish your Majesty a pleasant evening."

? ? ?

Carlos was at a loss as to what this meant.

But before he had time to ask carefully, his keen perception told Carlos that there were other people in the room.

Putting down the wine glass calmly, pretending to be relaxed with his back against the wall, slowly raising his head seemingly deep, and moving his eyes slightly inadvertently.

Very good, the scan is complete, the suspicious point is beside the bed.

Steve Watson stepped back and left, opened the door, stuck in the doorway, and bowed into the room.

"I hope your majesty likes it."

"Um……"

Carlos cooperated with the voice to prove that he was okay.

Then Steve Watson closed the door silently, smiled at Carlos's guards, and turned to leave.

Carlos pulled out the dagger and sheath of the boots and put it on the waist behind him, holding the handle with his left hand and probing with his right hand, walking silently to the suspicious place step by step.

Pull open the white cover cloth...

It's a machine with big speakers...

"The invention of the dwarf, there is a disc in the bottom compartment, and there is a sound on the turntable."

"Oh, phonograph."

Carlos took a sigh of relief... a ghost!

Turning around abruptly, she found that Sylvie didn't know when she was sitting on a chair in a revealing evening dress and was refilling with a cup she had drunk.

"Just joined the queue?"

Carlos asked pretending to be relaxed.

"You actually seem to know how I got in, right?"

Sylvie's cheeks were reddish, and she seemed to have an illusion of drunkenness.

"Do not want to know."

"I won't tell you."

The timing and tone of the two people's words were the same, and there was a tacit understanding, and Sylvie couldn't help laughing.

"Mrs. Morgan, we..."

"Call me Sylvie."

"Well, Sylvie, can you..."

"I said, listen."

"..."

Carlos spoke no more.

"You agree?"

Sylvie tilted her head, it seemed that her mind was not very bright because of the influence of alcohol.

Opening his mouth slightly, Carlos felt that he had better not say anything.

"Just when you agree, then I'll just say it."

I poured another glass, and then a mouthful, even if it is a moderately concentrated wine, the boldness is a bit scary.

"We agreed, so I'm here. I only represent myself at the moment, telling you that I like you."

The amount of information was too much, and Carlos couldn't help frowning while thinking.

From the first meeting, Carlos cared very much. Mrs. Morgan Sylvie always used us instead of me when she called on her behalf. After accepting the history carried by the "Blood Contract", Carlos cared more about what kind of existence Mrs. Morgan was. Was it Elune's pity or a grievous soul.

"Everyone wants to be happy, and we are no exception, but hundreds of years of hatred is weighing on my heart, no one can be happy, and I am no exception."

It's the difference between my appellation and ours. Carlos hates that he has too many brain supplements. He really cares about it. What does it mean?

"Hehe, do you know, today we actually said that I was going on a blind date. Very happy, but also very unhappy."

When Sylvie was talking gossip, Carlos was about to explode in his head.

Hearing now, Carlos himself sketched out a terrible fact with the greatest possibility.

Sylvie Morgan is not alone.

No, the statement is not accurate enough. Sylvie Morgan is not an independent individual.

Wait, there seems to be nothing wrong with saying that she is not human.

The memory carried by the "Blood Contract" is comprehensive and one-sided. All memories are objective and subjective and can only be used for inferences, not as conclusions.

Carlos judged from his experience of love, hatred and enmity for more than 30 years (online version) in his last life, Sylvie Morgan has a corpus of thoughts that resembles an entity, which is the will of countless resentments for hundreds of years.

And Sylvie is the most apparent and special one, either the master, the core, or the soul representative of the aggregate.

"Has anyone told you that a smile is the best disguise than a blank face?"

Sylvie suddenly laughed, then stood up, put down the wine glass, and walked slightly to the phonograph with his back to Carlos and started playing around.

"Have heard similar claims."

After thinking for a while, Carlos decided to take the call.

"Do you care about what I am?"

No displeasure could be heard in Sylvie's voice.

"Yes."

Carlos thought for a while, and felt that the feasibility of pretending his thoughts in front of a leader who had ruled a huge organization for hundreds of years was too low, so he answered honestly.

"I am Sylvia, the maid of Yingli. We are Sylvia Morgan, the leader of the Morgan Consortium, and the owner of the Morgan Militia. I am Sylvia and we are Sylvia Morgan. Sylvia Morgan is the leader. It's all Morgans."

There was a rough talk, and Carlos felt like he understood it again.

"Hahahaha, I won't have trouble with you."

With the switch being toggled, the moving melody of the unique sound quality mixed with the mechanical sense began to flow in the room.

"I am who I am……"

"Is it a firework with a different color?"

Carlos got a headache when he was being circumvented, and he took the most silly sentence for a while.

"Hahahaha, ahhahahahaha, you are really interesting, I am more and more interested in you."

Covering her belly and covering her mouth, Sylvie smiled openly, tears squeezed out.

"Listen well, I will only say these words once, and I won't admit them afterwards."

Sylvie stepped back and slumped on the bed.

"Sylvie Morgan's mission is sacred revenge, but Sylvie does not want revenge. For hundreds of years, I need our wisdom, experience, experience, and means to maintain my rule. At first, I just wanted to survive. But gradually, my rule has become our rule. What's more terrifying is that I will make mistakes and we are always right. I have lived enough of this life. And you are an opportunity for change."

"Wat Ayu Duying?"

Hearing this, Carlos had already understood more than half of it, because he was so surprised that the bird's words came out.

"My life is immortal because of us, my strength is strong because of us, but I am me, we are us, for me, we are all them except me."

"Why are you making trouble?! Aren't you afraid they will hear it?"

Carlos felt his hair explode on his back.

"What do you think I did all day? I am just Sylvie, not Mrs. Morgan. Help me out, and you will get everything about me, including me."

Sylvie stood up, took off her clothes, then walked to Carlos gracefully, and kissed on her tiptoe.

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