Officer x You (Forty-five)
Overhead background, overhead background, different world
Privately designed characters, privately designed names and places
System story, the male and female protagonists are not biological children
You sit on the stairs, your excessive thinking causing blood to rush to your head, causing an unstoppable headache. You bury your face in your knees, trying to empty yourself as much as possible.
"Meow"
The cat from the Earl's Mansion walked towards you with light steps and jumped onto your legs. You quickly picked up the cat and peeked out from the gap in the stair railing, but you must not be discovered.
"Shh, kitten, good baby, don't talk."
"Meow, meow—"
The cat meowed even louder, and you were so scared that your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You quickly reached out and petted the cat. The cat's meows gradually became smaller and smaller, and it lay comfortably in your arms, rubbing its head against your hand in response.
[Host, please pay attention...]
You let out a long sigh, but your heart was lifted again because of the system's reminder. However, before the system finished speaking, an exaggerated question came from behind you.
"Madam, why are you sitting here? The floor is too cold. It's not good for your health!"
You turned your head and tried to stop Mandy as she started to speak, but Mandy spoke too quickly and it was too late. Yuri's footsteps downstairs were getting closer and closer.
You made a bitter and resentful expression at Mandy. Mandy, you are my God! No, the system is my God!
[Host, thank you for your high evaluation. The Crossing System will continue to provide you with high-quality services.]
Help! You can’t help but complain in your heart. As expected, artificial intelligence is so stupid that it can’t hear the hidden meaning...
…
Mandy lowered her brows, poured out some of the two cups of tea that had already gone cold on the table, continued to refill the cups, and then retreated to the kitchen to prepare salad for today's afternoon tea.
You sit next to Fiennes, the cat with her hind legs in your arms and her upper body slumped over the table. Your hands are wrapped around the cat's back, holding her close to keep her stable and at ease.
There's a saying that goes, "I'm embarrassed for others again." You've been caught eavesdropping and forced to sit at the "crime scene." You're really embarrassed now, battling with the system in your mind, but appearing dazed to the outside world.
One person and one cat, both look stupid and silly.
Hurley thanked Mandy for the tea, looked away, lowered his head and pursed his lips, using the action of drinking tea to hide the slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I hope your intelligence agencies can act according to the current plan and cooperate happily, which will benefit both sides."
Feinz frowned, tapped the table with his left index finger, and spoke slowly.
The most important thing in negotiation is that even if everyone knows your cards clearly, you still have to maintain a calm and composed attitude and never lose in momentum.
"Kalman, cooperation will certainly go smoothly..."
Hurley paused as he noticed the platinum wedding ring on Fiennes's left ring finger. Platinum, the common name for platinum, represents "pure love."
He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, his words suddenly becoming provocative, "After all, our goal has been achieved."
Hearing this, you finally raised your head, and the embarrassment just now was thrown behind you. You looked at Hurley sitting opposite you without any hesitation, and your heart was shocked again.
No matter how the UK subsequently tries to justify the list published by the BBC broadcast, the seeds of doubt have been planted in Berlin.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, endless suspicion will follow. Every move may be exaggerated and interpreted excessively, and other charges may be leveled at any time. Being transferred away from the center of power is actually the lightest consequence.
"Meow"
You are shocked and can't help but use force with your hands. The cat in your arms cries out in dissatisfaction, retracts its front legs, and jumps out of your arms.
You understand this principle, let alone the man sitting next to you.
Feinz seemed to be choked. His left hand, which was originally knocking on the table, clenched into a fist. His brows were furrowed more and more tightly, and his whole body looked like a cold sword without its scabbard.
While you were worried, he suddenly turned his head and looked at you.
well?
Your confused light blue eyes met his blue pupils as deep as the sea. You blinked your long eyelashes in confusion, but the man lowered his eyes to hide his feelings.
Hurley took a sip of tea and did not stop the verbal attack, but changed the language of conversation to the German you are familiar with.
"I remember years ago, on Veterans Day, I said that while poppies may bloom with dazzling beauty and splatter blood, we shouldn't be overly obsessed with them. After all, when the flowers fade, only the black core remains."
November 11th is Veterans Day in the UK, a day to commemorate the fallen. The poppy is a symbol of remembrance. On that day, everyone, from royalty to commoners, wears a paper poppy to remember the lives lost. This tradition is linked to the famous poem "In Flanders."
What do you mean by "I told you that years ago"? Did Hurley and Fiennes know each other all that time? You feel like you've found some secret thread, close, but just barely touching.
Only then did Feintz raise his thin eyelids, staring straight at Hurley with his blue eyes. His features seemed indifferent, without any emotion, but his blue eyes revealed a strong sense of hostility.
"You just need to follow the agreement and do what you're supposed to do. I have no interest in hearing about your behind-the-scenes tricks."
“You know exactly what I mean, Kalman,” Hurley replied, his eyes pointedly and clearly in your direction.
It just so happened that you were secretly observing the expression of the man sitting opposite you. Your eyes met for a moment, and you became more and more confused by Hurley's ice-blue eyes that could see through everything. You rolled your eyes, trying to tell him to restrain himself.
Feints looked at him warningly, his expression frighteningly serious. "Campbell, you've crossed the line."
You were sitting nearby, startled by his suddenly raised tone. From your angle, you could see that Feintz's eyes were as sharp as knives.
The two people seemed to be talking about their own things, but it seemed that they could understand each other's hidden meaning. You were the only one present who was confused...
You took advantage of the moment when the two of them were arguing with each other to place your right hand on your left wrist, rubbing the black tattoo and starting to think about the meaning behind their words.
According to Hurley, the poppy he was talking about was not referring to the grief and loss that "Veterans Day" itself represents. What else could the poppy represent besides this meaning...
In a flash of inspiration, you suddenly stopped stroking the black tattoo with your right hand.
The opium poppy, a creature of the abyss, is considered a symbol of "a brilliant death for beauty," a symbol of death and a symbol of taboo. Seeking the thrill of breaking the fundamental rules of human society, people actively step into the abyss of taboo, only to be trapped in a vortex of temptation and unable to extricate themselves...
Hurley was using this as a metaphor for your real relationship with Feints. No wonder Feints said he crossed a line...
Even though everyone present knew all this, you still felt embarrassed when your true relationship with Fiennes was pointed out by Yvette's family in London...
Why did Hurley bring this up? Was it just to annoy Feints?
On the side, the men's battlefield was still filled with smoke.
Hurley sat calmly in his chair, having already taken control of the so-called follow-up negotiations.
"I'm just giving you a sincere reminder from the perspective of a former friend of yours. If the people involved themselves have problems, then God can only stand by and watch."
friend!
You caught the key words, looked up suddenly, looked at them in astonishment, and then secretly wiped a cold sweat in your heart at the second half of Hurley's words. He was implying your father's loyalty to the empire!
Your father is Feints's mortal enemy, and the true relationship between you and Feints is a secret he cannot reveal. Hurley's two short sentences not only hit his mortal enemy, but also revealed his secret.
You actually start to worry that the man next to you will suddenly break down and draw his gun...
Feintz's face was indeed extremely bad. He didn't even pretend to be polite and directly revealed the other party's assets.
"Campbell, you're a family that relies on someone else's grace to give you even your surname. What qualifications do you have to keep commenting on my family affairs? Is this the sincerity you show in negotiating?"
Hurley's eyes were cold. "I'm sitting here, and my sincerity is there."
For a long time, the British did not have surnames. It was not until the Normans conquered England in the 11th century that the British had complete names.
Because you're a die-hard Harry Potter fan, you happen to know this.
The British value family lineage, especially Norman lineage, which is synonymous with British elitism. The names of such people are usually French.
For example, "Malfoy" is interpreted as "untrustworthy" in Old French, "Voldemort" means "death thief", and your beloved savior Harry's surname "Potter" is a typical Anglo-Saxon style.
Mandy had already prepared the vegetable salad, but the two men were still arguing back and forth. Once the fuse was lit, the whole room was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which was very choking.
The negotiation was getting weirder and weirder, with both sides saying things with hidden meanings... You couldn't help but feel a headache, covering your forehead and pressing your temples with your hands.
A crisp salute, mixed with nervousness, rushed in. You looked sideways and saw that it was the guards of the Earl's Mansion.
"Sir, General Choltitz has come to visit unexpectedly. Since you have ordered that no one else be allowed in, I don't know what to do now."
The three men present suddenly changed their expressions and moved in unison. It was somewhat ironic that the two men, who had just been at odds, had suddenly become comrades on the same front.
Mandy skillfully took the teacups and tea sets on the dining table, as well as the salad that had just been prepared but no one had touched the knife and fork, back to the kitchen. You took Hurley and hid in the bathroom, while Feintz went to the door to greet Choltitz in person.
…
In the bathroom, Hurley locked the door, looked around the room, and the smell of air freshener filled his nose.
"Hull, this place is well soundproofed and there are no eavesdropping devices, don't worry."
You knew what he meant, and speaking in a low voice, you told him and prepared to go out to meet General Choltitz, the target of your unknown mission.
After confirming the safety of the surrounding environment, Hurley grabbed your shoulders and stopped you. He retracted his arms and hugged you in his arms, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Yina, I didn't know your father was on the list of six."
"Um."
You never thought of blaming Hurley for your father's affairs. A matter of this magnitude is simply not something he could decide. His presence in Paris was already surprising enough for you. Besides, they were already enemies, so there was no need to bind him with morality.
You adjusted your position in his arms, and he thought you were initiating intimacy and immediately hugged you tighter. Actually, it was because the low ponytail you had casually styled today was a little unsuitable for hugging.
Hurley felt relieved to see that you had no intention of blaming him, and continued:
"Ina, the Allied forces have decided to bypass Paris and liberate other provinces first. However, Paris will be liberated by September at the latest, no, by the end of August at the latest. Promise me that you will never leave Paris."
Even through the fabric of his clothes, you can still feel the man's fiery body temperature, which makes you feel a little uncomfortable.
The note Hurley passed to you at the entrance to the mansion, as a gesture of greeting, listed the current locations and contact information of the organization's Li (lithium) and Pt (platinum) in Paris. He must have been worried that you would be unable to contact the organization during the chaos in Paris, so he chose to leave.
"Don't worry, Hale. I'll stay in Paris."
You are telling the truth. After all, your mission target, General Choltitz, is in Paris now. Where else can you go?
Hurley heard you promise again and loosened his arms, your eyes met, and you were caught off guard by the warmth and sweetness. The intention of intimate contact was too obvious.
You subconsciously want to step back, but the man's grip on your waist is undeniable. The distance between the two of you is getting closer and closer. You see your own figure slowly enlarging in his ice-blue eyes...
You stopped me, "I, I put on lipstick..."
If you kiss, it will smudge. Smudged lipstick is ugly, even uglier than eye makeup smudged by crying. Oh yeah, the biggest problem is that if you go out like this, you will definitely be discovered...
Under his focused gaze, the sounds behind you grew quieter, your eyelashes fluttering as your head involuntarily dropped to rest against his chest.
"You're in love with him."
The statement was made in a light tone, but it was like a blow to the head.
“I didn’t…”
You don't know where Hurley came up with this ridiculous conclusion. He raised his head, and his light blue eyes were filled with helplessness, as if someone's secret had been revealed. You were busy denying it, but saw him shaking his head.
"My dear Ina, don't be so quick to deny it. This is not a fault. Evil can be precisely calculated, but goodness often encompasses everything. Love is a kind of goodness. Love has nothing to do with the object; it is simply a beautiful emotion."
His deliberately lowered voice seemed to have some kind of magic, pulling you back from your wandering state and correcting your cognition step by step.
"I know my Ina has had a hard time. She just briefly materialized this pure and beautiful emotion and temporarily placed it on someone. It doesn't matter. Once we get home, we'll slowly forget everything and get back on track..."
Your heart skips a beat at these incredibly tolerant words. In a trance, you feel your chin lifted, followed by a few gentle pecks on your lips, and the feeling of being lost magically disappears.
"The succession ceremony will be held in September... Haven't you always wanted to meet Elizabeth? She will be there too... Yao Lesi has also prepared a gift for you... Ina, don't feel any pressure, I don't care..."
The person next to you is still hugging you and whispering to you about a beautiful future. Electricity is running through your mind. After the headache, only the three words "inheritance rights" remain in your memory. You are not sure what you have agreed to unconsciously.
Knock knock knock.
"Ina."
A familiar voice instantly broke the charming atmosphere in the bathroom.
You immediately came to your senses, hurriedly separated from Hurley, and responded outside. Hurley gestured for you to calm down.
You glanced at your makeup in the mirror hastily, and after confirming that there was no problem, you suddenly remembered something you missed. Before Hurley could open the door, you grabbed his wrist and tilted your head to look at his thin lips.
Luckily, no lipstick got on it!
At this moment, the person outside took the lead in opening the door from the outside to the inside with the key, and Yuri stepped back and stood behind the person.
"Why did you stay closed for so long?"
The man is standing right in front of you. Beneath the skull cap badge, his tall, straight nose flashes with a cold light. His captivating blue eyes are now filled with ice, and beneath his calm tone lies an uncontrollable wave of emotion.
This chapter has a total of 14,000 yuan, 5,000 yuan will be released, and the remaining 9,000 yuan will be hidden in the gift:
The hero breaks the defense, Ina's identity is exposed (?) The mission is completed and the Czech line is opened. Schleicher returns.
(As of this chapter, it has 410,000 words. I originally estimated that it would be finished at 450,000, but it seems that I have been writing some nonsense, which has caused the plot to advance very slowly. There are still three lines in the Czech Republic, Poland and Berlin that have not been written. It may not be finished for a while. I will write as soon as possible...)
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