Ambiguous dialogue echoed in Mr. Bond's bedroom. Men and women controlled by passion are like surfers. Between the intertwining of lust, the two of them keep rolling on the waves of pleasure until they reach the top of the tide.
Between the tight embrace of the warm body, the two of them slipped from the disorienting happiness.
"Huh...huh"
The sound of heavy breathing sounded in the dark bedroom, and the flushed Hers Bond, this young and energetic lady, stretched her body and fetched her husband's favorite tobacco from the bedside.
, and even lit it for him with his own hands.
As the tobacco flickered, and amid the rich aroma, the dazed Mr. Bond subconsciously hugged his wife's warm body tightly, while Mrs. Bond put her head on her husband's chest, letting her long brown hair hang down.
On the white quilt.
She looked at her lover carefully. Compared with her who was only 26 years old, the 35-year-old Bond seemed a bit rich, but she just liked the mysterious temperament of this man under his shy appearance.
After meeting for the first time at a sorority for singles, the lonely Miss Hells was lost in Mr. Bond's world.
The most important thing is that Bond works as a workshop manager in the most famous "Thorium Brothers" machinery factory in the Black Iron District. This is a proper upper-middle class in the Black Iron District. He is a truly decent person with a generous salary and considerable income.
With benefits and a bright future, for immigrants like Hers from northern Xinjiang, he is a real "golden husband".
After getting married, Helse also became the "lucky lady" in the office of the Shadowforge City Agricultural Products Company where she worked, making the girls who worked with her extremely jealous.
Of course, the two would occasionally quarrel, but overall they were happy. However, because of women's sensitive nature, Miss Herse could feel that her husband was hiding something from her.
"Have you ever thought about naming your child?"
Helsing suddenly asked:
"Marcus...isn't this a good name? It's the name of my grandfather. Look, Marcus Bond... sounds like the name of a big shot."
"No!"
Mr. Bond shook his head, put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, reached out and brushed his wife's hair, and then said softly:
"Marcus.www Kant, this is our child's real name... I'm sorry that I kept it from you for so long, but my real surname is indeed www Kant."
After saying that, without waiting for Mrs. Bond to ask, the senior spy looked into his wife's eyes and said softly:
"I know that you feel that I have hidden a lot of things from you. I will tell you, Hers. In fact... I actually have the title of Lord of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but you know, people here in the Federation do not care about nobles.
I had an instinctive disgust, so after immigrating here, I changed my surname and concealed my origin."
As he spoke, the secret agent took out the cold coat of arms from his clothes on the bedside and placed it in his wife's hand to strengthen his persuasiveness. Miss Hers seemed to be shocked by this secret.
Looking at the unfalsifiable noble coat of arms in her hand, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
"I'm going to take you out of here, Helse."
Mr. Bond raised his wife's face with both hands and said seriously:
"Let's go back to the empire. I've been thinking about this, but our child... He made me determined. When we go back to the empire, we will become nobles and our children will have a brighter future. You
Will become Lord and Lady Conde, you will..."
"No! Don't!"
Helse seemed to be frightened. She wrapped her body in a quilt, staying away from her husband's hands like a hot iron. This sudden movement startled Bond, and his eyes widened.
Then he saw his wife lowering her head and sobbing slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Bond asked, and Helse raised her head and looked at him with a sad look:
"No! I'm not going to the empire. I'm just a peasant girl. I grew up on a farm. My father and my grandfather are both farmers. In the empire, I will never have any contact with a noble man like you in my life. We
We are people from two different worlds. It is only because you have a child that you say these things to me. You don’t love me at all. What you love is your own child... No!"
"No! Bond, you still want to return to the empire so that you can be your superior master. What you never forget is your power and status. You are no different from those nobles who used to whip me. You really make me feel sick.
..”
Mrs. Bond screamed and retreated to the corner of the room. She stared at her husband as if staring at a stranger:
"I'm not going anywhere! My child and I are not going anywhere. I will not let him live in a world with nobles. I will not let him kneel down to those disgusting people. Get out! Take it with you.
Get rid of your title! We are finished!"
His wife's reaction made Bond freeze on the bed. The draft he had prepared was now useless. He never thought that sharing his most precious thing with his wife would lead to this result, but at this moment, he suddenly realized.
..
His wife doesn't care about his origin at all. What his wife loves is him as a person, not the damn cold coat of arms, not the so-called noble status.
This was supposed to be something that made Bond lose. It meant that the glory he had earned through life and death was trampled under the feet of this woman. But at this moment, Bond's lonely heart was suddenly filled with a strange happiness.
Already.
As a spy who lives alone and lives in darkness, he knows that he shouldn't have such emotions, but...again, who can say clearly about hormones?
"No! Helse, no... we are not going anywhere, we listen to you!"
Bond suddenly grabbed the coat of arms on the bed. As his wife watched, he threw the coat of arms into the burning fireplace in the house without any regret. As the sparks danced, he opened his arms to his wife. He was gentle.
said:
"Come, tell me about that house in North County that you have your eye on... Our child will be born there, Marcus.www Conte, he will be born a citizen, he will never be born to
Whoever kneels down, I will never do it again...I promise!"
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"Bang bang bang bang bang"
The sound of banging on the door like a madman sounded in old Figo's house. A few minutes later, the cynical face of the old dwarf appeared in the eyes of Bond, who was wearing a trench coat. The old dwarf cursed in a vicious voice:
"Go back! Bond, I have guests at this time. No matter what you want to do, I don't welcome you!"
After saying that, old Figo was about to close the door forcefully, but Bond held him back with his hand. The senior spy stared at the old dwarf's fiery red eyes. In the darkness of Shadowforge City, he spoke word by word.
said:
"Old Figo, no matter what you want to do, I will have a hand in it!"
"You're crazy!"
The old dwarf cursed and shouted:
"I have nothing..."
"Don't be stupid! I have been working in this industry for 20 years! Old Figo, I can't hide the panic in your eyes, including the hatred and disgust for Harold. I can feel it... You must be planning something.
Something."
Bond gritted his teeth and said:
"Listen! I'm on your side now! Let the empire die. The best 20 years of my life have been dedicated to those big shots. Now...now I have to live for myself."
"Um?"
Old Figo looked at Bond suspiciously. He didn't believe the man in front of him, but out of some instinct, he still asked:
"How to prove it?"
This sentence already showed that old Figo did have a secret. Bond's heart suddenly dropped a lot when he mentioned it. He took a deep breath, looked around, and lowered his voice:
"No need to prove, old dwarf, I...I have a child, just like you. I now know how it feels. It doesn't matter whether I live or die. I'm used to life and death. I know that there will always be a child."
One day I will die from being stabbed in the back, but the children...my children, my wife, they are innocent."
"I have to earn two lives for them!"
Bond clenched his fists, looked into old Figo's eyes, and said in the most sincere tone:
"Please! Give me a chance."
"this..."
Old Figo didn't know what to do for a while, and the two were deadlocked in the darkness until more than ten seconds later, a hoarse voice came from the darkness in the house:
"Let him in, Figo, I want to see him."
That was a woman's voice. The moment the voice appeared, all the nerves in Bond's body were frantically alarming. It was the instinctive reaction of the prey sensing the predator. Cold sweat even broke out on Bond's back. However, old Figo
But no longer hesitating, he let go of his hand, patted Bond's arm in a personal manner, and motioned for him to enter the room.
Bond walked stiffly in the darkness. A few minutes later, he saw the woman with her back to him, sitting on the sofa under the bright gas lamp, looking through some documents.
She had her head coiled up. She had long blood-red hair, and on both sides of her hair were long pointed ears. She didn't look like a high elf, but more like the legendary night elf.
Bond stood in the living room, not knowing what to say, until another guy came out of the basement, which really shocked Bond.
"Albin! Damn dwarf!"
When Bond saw the short figure with blue hair, he couldn't help shouting:
"Why are you here! You also..."
"betray?"
The dwarf hugged his belly and laughed:
"I know you want to say that word, but it's not betrayal, my dear Bond."
The dwarf, who had discussed blowing up Shadowforge City with Bond before, screamed proudly:
"I have never been the same as you. Let's get to know each other again. I come from the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, Gnomeregan Secret Operations Section. Call me Aldridge... Level 5 agent, you are really lucky. You are here soon.
When you closed the net, you finally made a decision that was not a bad one."
"Okay, dwarf, you talk too much!"
The woman who had been silent suddenly stood up, causing Bond to raise his head subconsciously. This woman was really tall, at least 2.5 meters. She was wearing a leather windbreaker lined with black combat uniforms. She looked very majestic, and
Serious, with a white mask on his face, under the mask, Bond saw a pair of blood-red eyes... Damn it, this is a dangerous Sarain!
Those eyes were examining Bond, who couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then heard the Sarain elf say in a hoarse voice:
"Introduce yourself, you can call me "Shadow", a level 9 agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. My people have been paying attention to you for a long time, Mr. Bond, but before I start, I want to ask, what is it that prompted
You came here tonight..."
"Of course, this is a personal question and you can choose not to answer it."
Bond was silent for more than ten seconds. Finally, under the gaze of the dwarf and Sarain, he clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and finally clenched them again. He took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and said with a calm expression
Facing the "new friend" in front of him, he said:
"I didn't have a choice before, but now... I just want to be an ordinary person. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"good!"
Shadow stretched out her hand and patted it dryly, like applauding. She looked at Bond. After a few seconds, she picked up a document from the table behind her and threw it to the human agent.
"Sign it!"
"This is?"
Bond looked through the documents and asked. The shadow did not answer, but the noisy dwarf answered on his behalf:
"The Witness Protection Program, or another name, Operation Paperclip, you just need to know that signing this document is equivalent to you voluntarily giving up all previous identities and switching to federal service. After 1-3 years of inspection
After the period, you and your family will get a new identity and live in a new place. No one will know your past, and you and your family will be included in the federal protection system."
"The Commonwealth is committed to protecting the fundamental rights of every citizen."
After the dwarf's introduction, Shadow added a few more words:
"Working for the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, you don't need to worry about being silenced in the end... As long as you show your loyalty to the Federation, we will protect you like we protect 750,000 citizens. The Federation is more civilized and advanced than the Empire in this regard.
That's why in the intelligence war between the two sides, you were repeatedly pressed to the ground and rubbed by us...with no power to fight back."
"Hmm, sounds good..."
Bond picked up the pen. Before signing his name, he glanced at the shadow and said softly:
"Can I make an additional request?"
"explain!"
Shadow nodded, and she said meaningfully:
"The request cannot be too excessive. Of course, this limit depends on the weight of the secret you can provide us."
"I hope you don't have any worries, Mr. Bond. You and I both know that secrets will destroy a person from the inside, and as long as you are worried about the secrets in your heart, you can never really quit...
Considering what you've done in the past, this is your only chance."
"I think..."
As Bond signed his real name on the document, his eyes shone with tenderness, and he said softly as if joking:
"I want a house in North County."
"The housing prices there are a bit expensive. With my current salary, it may be difficult to afford it. As for the secret, I have been doing this for 20 years. You will definitely be very satisfied with what I have in mind."
