"Now I know why you are an old fart."
After the silver net was thrown out, it disappeared into the night in a flash. Just like its owner, there was no more sound from it. It was so dazzling when Silvan's face was illuminated by the light. Even though the sky had darkened again, that glimpse of his face still lingered in Lin Sanjiu's vision.
The silver paint splattered on his clothes and outlined half of his face. He looked like the Son of God who had just walked out of the dark forest. His eyes were dyed green.
No matter how many times Lin Sanjiu had seen him, the impact of Silvan's appearance was still as shocking as ever.
It was only when Puppeteer spoke coldly that Lin Sanjiu came back to her senses.
"You have to make friends with everyone you meet. So, the next time you meet them, you won't die even if you can't defeat them."
He seemed to have realized that both of them knew each other.
Lin Sanjiu sniffled. She had no idea why no one in the church made a sound. It was as if they were all waiting to see how she would answer him. She turned a deaf ear to Bohemia and called out softly, "Hey, it's okay now. Call your fish out to light up the place."
There was no response from Bohemia.
"Bohemia?"
There was still no response.
"Could it be —"
"I didn't hurt her," Silvan's deep and melodious voice rang out in the darkness as if he had sensed her thoughts. "Because I saw you."
Puppeteer snorted in disgust.
Lin Sanjiu smiled unabashedly and walked toward Bohemia. Behind her, Silvan said, "Let me do it." Then, a light pillar that was half the height of a human lit up in the darkness and slowly floated into the air.
The soft light instantly illuminated half of the dilapidated church. Bohemia was standing stiffly in a corner, not moving an inch. Every inch of her exposed skin was red, as if she had suddenly turned into a red-hot stone statue. Lin Sanjiu patted her lightly, and she suddenly jumped up as if she had just woken up from a dream. "W-what are you doing?"
"I should be the one asking you," Lin Sanjiu said suspiciously, "What are you standing there for?"
"Nothing." Bohemia did not even dare to look at Silvan. She stared in another direction without blinking and twisted her neck unnaturally. "I … I … Who is that person?"
"Silvan, I told you before."
As Fig's faint scent came from behind, Bohemia subconsciously turned around. Her mouth was half open, and her face was flushed. She froze. Her computer crashed again.
"You told her about me?" Silvan asked in a low voice. His voice became slightly hoarse, like an intimate sigh that gently brushed past her ear.
Looking at Bohemia's expression, Lin Sanjiu wouldn't be surprised even if Bohemia's ears were to emit smoke from overload.
"Yes, I might need your help with something."
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but laugh when she recalled how Bohemia had called Silvan a "gigolo" not long ago. She turned around and glanced at Silvan. She wanted to ask him about the situation in the underground with the queen, but she hesitated for a moment as she was worried about Puppeteer. It was at this moment that a light bulb went off in her head.
Puppeteer was still as calm as ever. He did not summon the puppets he had placed outside. That in itself spoke volumes.
Feeling a little exasperated, Lin Sanjiu raised her head and shouted, "You called him here!"
A few seconds later, Puppeteer's indifferent voice rang out from the darkness under the cathedral's dome. "You're right, Lin Sanjiu!" Puppeteer said.
"Then why did you lure me to attack him?" The more Lin Sanjiu thought about it, the more she understood. If she hadn't been misled into preparing to ambush the intruder, Silvan probably wouldn't have attacked her. If Bohemia's silver net did not illuminate the two of them in time, who knew how the battle would have ended.
Puppeteer let out a disappointed sigh.
"I can't do it myself, but I have to try," he said coldly, "What if he can kill you? One should always have hope."
"I'm afraid it won't work if you want to use me as a weapon. I already knew she was a woman, "Silvan chuckled as if he was not afraid of Puppeteer at all. His posture was so relaxed that he looked like he was just chatting with an old friend." That's why I didn't intend to kill her just now. "
'Did he not use his full strength just now? '
The thought lingered in Lin Sanjiu's mind for half a second before it was washed away by another thought. She extended her pointer and pointed at the air a few times. As she was still angry, her tone wasn't as gentle as before. "Come down. Let's talk."
If she hadn't dodged in time, the pointer in her hand would have been broken by a sudden attack. She quickly took a step back. After confirming that it wasn't another patient, she rubbed her throbbing temples and turned to Silvan. "Did you know him long ago?"
Silvan grunted lazily and walked to the fire. He sat in the chair that Lin Sanjiu had moved out for him and stretched his long legs. Compared to the last time they met at the Munitions Factory, he seemed to be a little tired. His dark blue uniform was unbuttoned, and his collar was loose. The light licked and traced the shape of his Adam's apple and collarbone. It was as if he could attract the light wherever he went.
"What's going on?" Lin Sanjiu asked as she went to fetch Bohemia. Under the double impact of fear and an unknown emotion, the latter's brain seemed to have stopped working. She followed Lin Sanjiu obediently.
Lin Sanjiu had seen a lot of women showing shy and affectionate reactions when they saw Silvan, but she had never seen this kind of reaction. It was as if her brain was on fire. The blond man stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Bohemia's eyes. Bohemia still stubbornly turned her head away and refused to look at him.
Suddenly, Puppeteer said, "This guy is not bad."
Obviously, he wasn't talking about Lin Sanjiu or Silvan. However, Bohemia's face turned pale as if she had been stabbed by a knife.
Silvan let out a soft sigh. His pair of deep green eyes that seemed to be able to suck in souls stared straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes. He stared at her without blinking. After a few seconds, he suddenly let out a hoarse and gentle laugh. His warm breath could turn a person's skin red. "I'm here to assassinate him."
"Oh, is that so?"
Perhaps it was because she was suffering from a bad cold, Lin Sanjiu could only stare blankly at him. After a few seconds of silence, Lin Sanjiu suddenly reacted. "What?"
"Assassinate him."
"Wait. Why? Didn't he ask you to come? "
Silvan glanced at the sky. His eyes flashed across the night sky like emeralds soaked in a white stream. "Rather than saying that he asked me to come, it would be more accurate to say that we have worked together in the past. He knows that I'm here to assassinate him, and I also know that he knows. "
"Say it again. I have a bad cold and my brain isn't working well."
"You don't have to. You don't have a bad cold."
Puppeteer finally couldn't take it anymore. His voice was as sharp and cold as an ice blade. "No one knows that we know each other. That's why the Munitions Factory sent him. Did you sneeze your brain out of your nose?"
When Silvan heard that, he suddenly looked at Lin Sanjiu.
"What?" she asked, a little wary.
"Are you two very familiar with each other?" It didn't sound like a question anymore.
"If I said we are, he would beat me to death."
"Do you think I can't move now?" Puppeteer's voice suddenly became soft and dangerous. However, after Lin Sanjiu waited patiently for a while, she realized that he still hadn't come down. His injury might be more serious than she thought.
"So, you two are very familiar with each other." Silvan combed his blonde hair and let go of his hand again. The gilded halo fell to the ground.
Who would want to run into him?
Lin Sanjiu sighed. She really didn't know how to persuade Puppeteer to come down. She raised her voice and shouted, "Why don't you come to my infirmary?"
"Get lost."
Before she could say anything, Silvan suddenly sat up and showed a rare hint of irritation. "Puppeteer, let's talk business."
"Both of you idiots have ears like rabbits. What is there to talk about?"
The blonde man acted as if he didn't hear anything and went straight to the point. "What do you want?"
There was a moment of silence in the church. After a while, Puppeteer snorted coldly. "Consular officer."
“Done.”
"Don't be so quick to agree." Puppeteer smiled darkly. "I want a lot."
"Usually, two is enough, right?" Silvan frowned slightly.
"It used to be enough, but not anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you noticed? The teleportation system is no longer working, "Puppeteer paused as if he was trying to suppress his breath. "The visa system is also messed up. One or two consular officers can't guarantee anything. They are all consumables now. "
"The teleportation system is no longer working?" Silvan was shocked. He looked at Lin Sanjiu. After Lin Sanjiu told him about the rumor of the "flood" and the pocket dimension gathering at the infirmary, he was stunned for a while. Finally, he sighed softly.
"So that's how it is." He seemed to accept the unbelievable news very quickly. "This also explains the recent series of events in the 12 organizations …"
Silvan seemed to have thought of something. His voice became softer and softer, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. Lin Sanjiu almost didn't dare to look at him directly. Lin Sanjiu heard him say softly, "Maybe this is good." She wanted to ask him about it, but she didn't know if she should.
"What do you want?" Puppeteer asked calmly.
This was obviously a deal. Both parties had to state their conditions and put their chips on the table.
Silvan didn't say anything. He just turned to look at Lin Sanjiu. She had never seen this kind of expression in the blonde man's eyes before. It was as if he was watching the river of time sweep away all the corpses, and he was the only one standing outside of time, standing alone in the sandstorm.
For some reason, she remembered his phrase "twin souls."
She still couldn't figure out what it meant.
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