"Oh, my Bond, you're such a beast..."

The ambiguous dialogue echoes in Mr. Bond's bedroom, the man and woman controlled by passion are like surfers, between the interweaving of **, the two continue to roll on the happy waves until they reach the top of the tide, between the dead embrace of the warm body, the two of them slipped together from the lost happiness.

"Whew... Whew"

Heavy breathing sounded in the dark bedroom, and Huls, whose face was flushed. Bond, the young energetic lady with her body, took her husband's favorite tobacco from the bedside and lit it for him with her own hands.

Between the flickers of smoke and the rich aroma, Mr. Bond, whose eyes were dazed, subconsciously hugged his wife's warm body tightly, while Mrs. Bond pressed her head to her husband's chest and let her long brown hair hang down on the white futon.

She looked at her lover carefully, compared to her only 26-year-old, the 35-year-old Bond seemed somewhat rich, but she just liked the mysterious temperament of this man under the shy appearance, and after the first meeting at the sorority party prepared by the Business Federation for single men and women, Miss Huls, who was alone, was lost in Mr. Bond's world.

On top of that, Bond worked as a workshop manager in the most famous machine factory in the Black Iron District, the "Thurin Brothers", which is a proper middle and upper class in the Black Iron District, a real decent man, with a good salary and considerable benefits, and a bright future, for immigrants like Herss from the northern Xinjiang, a real "golden beetle".

And after getting married, Hulls also became the "Miss Lucky" in the office of the Dark Furnace Agricultural Products Company where she worked, which made the girls who worked with her extremely jealous.

Of course, the two occasionally quarreled, but on the whole they were happy, but because of the sensitive nature of women, Miss Hulss could sense that her husband was hiding something from her.

"Have you ever thought about naming your child?"

Hulls suddenly asked:

"Marcus... That's a good name, right? It's my grandfather's name, you listen, Marcus. Bond... It's a big name when you hear it. ”

"No!"

Mr. Bond shook his head, put out the cigarette in his ashtray, reached out and ruffled his wife's hair, and then whispered:

Immanuel Kant, this is the real name of our children... I'm sorry I hid it from you for so long, but my real surname is indeed M. Kant. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Mrs. Bond to ask, the senior agent looked into his wife's eyes and said softly:

"I know, you think I'm hiding a lot of things from you, I'll tell you, Hels, actually... Actually, I have the title of Lord of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but you know, people on the federal side have an instinctive dislike for nobles, so after I immigrated, I changed my surname and concealed my origins. ”

As she spoke, the agent took out the cold coat of arms from the clothes she had placed at the bedside and placed it in the palm of his wife's hand to strengthen her persuasiveness, and Miss Hulss seemed to be shocked by the secret, and she looked at the noble coat of arms in her hand, and for a moment she did not know what to say.

"I'm going to get you out of here, Hers."

Mr. Bond put his hands on his wife's face, and said earnestly:

"We're going back to the Empire, I've been thinking about it a lot, but our kids... He made me make up my mind, go back to the Empire, we will be nobles, our children will have a brighter future, you will become Lord Kant, you will..."

"Nope! No! ”

As if frightened, Hers wrapped herself in the quilt, as far away from the scorching iron, away from her husband's palm, and the sudden movement startled Bond, and his eyes widened to see his wife bowing her head and sobbing slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Bond asked, and Hulls looked up and looked at him with a sad look:

"Nope! I don't go to the empire, I'm just a peasant girl, I grew up on the farm, my father, my grandfather are farmers, on the side of the empire, I can't have any connection with a noble lord like you in my life, we are people of two worlds, it's only because I have a child that you say this to me, you don't love me at all, you love your own child... No! ”

"Nope! Bond, you still want to go back to the empire, so that you can be your lord on top, all you miss is your power and status, you are no different from those nobles who used to whip me, you really make me sick..."

Mrs. Bond screamed and retreated to the corner of the room, staring at her husband as if she were a stranger:

"I'm not going anywhere! My children and I are not going anywhere, I will not let him live in a world with nobility, I will not let him kneel to those disgusting people, get out! Get out with your title! We're done! ”

His wife's reaction made Bond stunned on the bed, his typed draft was now useless, he never thought that he would get this result by sharing his most precious things with his wife, and at this moment, he suddenly realized...

His wife didn't care where he came from, she loved him as a person, not the damn cold coat of arms, not the so-called nobility.

This should have been a loss for Bond, which meant that the glory he had earned from birth 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.

As a loner, secretive living in the dark, he knew he shouldn't have to, but... Or is it the same sentence, who can say the hormonal thing?

"Nope! Hers, no... We're not going anywhere, listen to you! ”

Bond suddenly grabbed the coat of arms on the bed, and under the gaze of his wife, he threw it into the burning fireplace of the house without hesitation, and between the sparks beating, he opened his arms to his wife, and he said gently:

"Come, tell me about the house you fancy in North County... Our child will be born there, Kant, he will be born as a citizen, he will never kneel to anyone, and I will never be ... I promise! ”

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"Bang Bang"

The sound of a madman banging on the door sounded in Old Figo's house, and a few minutes later, the old dwarf's cynical face appeared in the eyes of Bond, who was wearing a trench coat, and the old dwarf scolded in a vicious voice:

"Go back! Bond, I have guests at this time, no matter what you want to do, you are not welcome! ”

After speaking, Old Figo was about to close the door hard, but Bond held it with his hand, and the senior agent stared at the old dwarf's fiery red eyes, and in the darkness of Dark Furnace City, he said word by word:

"Old Figo, whatever you want to do, I'm going to get involved!"

"You're crazy!"

The old dwarf cursed, and he cried out:

"I didn't have anything..."

"Don't be stupid! I've been doing this for 20 years! Old Figo, the panic in your eyes can't hide from me, including the hatred for Harold, that disgust, I can feel... You're definitely planning 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 the big guys, and now... Now I'm going to live for myself. ”

"Huh?"

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 do you prove it?"

This sentence has already shown that old Figo does have a secret, and Bond's heart suddenly fell in half, he let out a long breath, looked left and right, and lowered his voice:

"No need to prove, old man, I... I have a child, just like you, I know that feeling now, it doesn't matter if I live or die, I'm used to seeing life and death, I know that one day I'll die under a dagger stabbed from behind, but child... My children, my wife, they are innocent. ”

"I've got to earn them two lives!"

Bond's fists clenched, and he 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 froze in the dark, until a dozen seconds later, a hoarse voice came from the darkness in the house:

"Let him in, Figo, I want to meet him."

It was a woman's voice, the moment this voice appeared, Bond's nerves all over his body were frantically alarming, it was the prey's instinctive reaction to sense the predator, Bond's back even broke out in a cold sweat, however, old Figo no longer hesitated, he let go of his hand, in a gesture of his own, patted Bond's arm, and motioned for him to enter the room.

Bond stiffened and walked in the dark, and a few minutes later he saw the woman with her back to him, sitting on the couch under the bright gas lamp, looking through some papers.

She had her head crossed, her long blood-red hair, and on either side of her hair were long, sharp ears, and she didn't look like a High Elf, but like a legendary Night Elf.

Bond was standing in the living room, not knowing what to say until another guy came out of the basement, much to Bond's surprise.

"Albin! Damn gnomes! ”

When Bond saw the short, blue-haired figure, he couldn't help but shout:

"How did you end up here! You're too..."

"Betrayal?"

The dwarf hugged his stomach and laughed:

"I know you want to say the word, but not betrayal, my brother Bond."

The gnome who had discussed blowing up the Dark Furnace City with Bond before this said triumphantly:

"I've never been the same person as you, let's get to know you again, I'm from the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, Nomoregan's Secret Operations Section, and I'm called Aldridge... Level 5 Agent, you're lucky to have made a decision that wasn't too bad when it was time to close the net. ”

"Alright, gnome, you're talking too much!"

The woman who had not spoken suddenly stood up, making Bond subconsciously raise her head, this woman is really tall, at least 2.5 meters, she is wearing a leather trench coat, lined with a black combat uniform, she looks very imposing, and serious, with a white mask on her face, under that mask, Bond saw a pair of blood-red eyes... Damn, it's a dangerous Sarein!

The eyes were scrutinizing Bond, who couldn't help but swallow, and then heard the Sarein elf say in a hoarse voice:

"Introduce yourself, you can call me 'Shadow', Darkblade Agent Level 9, my people have been following you for a long time, Mr. Bond, but before we begin, I want to ask what is it that prompted you to be here tonight..."

"Of course, this is a private question, and you can choose not to answer it."

Bond was silent for more than ten seconds, and finally, under the gaze of the dwarf and Salein, his fists clenched, then released, and finally clenched again, he let out a long breath, relaxed his body, and faced the "new friend" in front of him with a calm attitude, 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? ”

"Not bad!"

The shadow reached out and patted it dryly, as if to applaud, she stared at Bond, and after a few seconds, she picked up a document from the table behind her and tossed it to the human agent.

"Sign it!"

"What is this?"

Bond flipped through the papers and asked, but instead of answering, the shadow was answered by the noisy dwarf:

"The Witness Protection Program, or another name, Operation Paperclip, you just need to know that by signing this document, you are voluntarily giving up all your previous status and moving to federal service, and after a 1-3 year probation period, you and your family will get a new identity, live in a new place, no one will know about your past, and you and your family will be included in the federal protection system."

"The Federation is committed to protecting the fundamental rights of every citizen."

After the dwarf was introduced, Shadow added a few more words:

"Working for the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, you don't need to worry about being wiped out in the end... As long as you show your loyalty to the Federation, we will protect you as we protect 750,000 citizens, and the Federation is much more civilized and advanced than the Empire in this regard, which is why in the intelligence war between the two sides, you are repeatedly pressed to the ground and rubbed... There is no way to fight back. ”

"Well, that sounds good..."

Bond picked up the pen, and before signing his name, he glanced at the shadow, and he whispered:

"Can I make an additional request?"

"Say!"

The shadow nodded, and she said meaningfully:

"Don't ask too much, of course, depending on the amount of secrecy you can give us."

"I hope you don't have any worries, Mr. Bond, you and I both know that secrets can destroy a person from within, and as long as you have one more day to worry about the secrets of your heart, you will never really be able to quit... For the sake of what you've done in the past, this is your only chance. ”

"I think..."

As Bond signed his real name on the paper, his eyes shining with tenderness, he jokingly whispered:

"I want a house in North County."

"Housing prices there are a bit expensive, with my current salary, it may be a bit difficult to afford it, as for the secret, I've been doing this for 20 years, and the ones in my head, you will definitely be very satisfied."