Why it never ends

Chapter 252 Assistance
"You said you didn't like women's bodies, you thought they had too much fat—"

Before the man finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by Roger's slap in the face. Roger took off the belt around his waist and whipped it down like a whip.

"Did I allow you to come out tonight?" Roger said in a very soft voice.

"...It's my fault." The man on the ground panted, with a look of resentment in his eyes, "It's been so long since I've seen your face towards them, I forgot that you also have such a humble side..."

"Some hunters are always used to appearing as their prey. You should have the most experience in this regard." Roger leaned over and grabbed the jaw of the person in front of him. "Be sensible, I'm in the mood for fun."

……

On the way back, Palan kept staring at the phone. She tapped the screen quickly, jumping through different information pages. The cold light from the screen reflected her face, making her pupils shine brightly.

"... Let me just say that I have a little impression - he brought his lover to a private exhibition in Wulian last month... It seems that the beautiful boys around him have never stopped in these years."

Palan moved the screen slightly towards Hesta, and slid his fingers across group photos one after another.

"Look, don't you think that every one of his lovers looks similar to himself? They're all tall, thin, pale-skinned young men. The age of these people... is seventeen or eighteen at most? "

Palan looked sideways, only to realize that Hesta beside him had fallen asleep.

Hesta, who was lying in a corner of the carriage, slept very peacefully. She lowered her head and her body swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage.

... No wonder she didn't respond to what she said so much just now.

The sleeping Hesta's brows were no longer wrinkled—although there were still a little creases there, but at the moment she seemed to be enveloped in a kind of blissful tranquility, with a vague smile on her eyes and mouth.

Palan fell silent, propping his face and looking sideways at the dozing Hesta.

In such a short period of time, it is impossible for humans to enter REM sleep, so Hesta's smile must not be due to dreaming.

It can be seen that I am really happy.

……

The carriage quickly stopped in front of the viscount's mansion, and Palan was thinking whether he should get out of the carriage now, when he realized that Hesta woke up at some point. She still maintained the previous posture, but her eyes were already open. Open, looking out the window.

"Why don't you get out of the car?"

"I'm a little tired." Hesta tightened his coat and buried his chin into the neckline. "I want to sit for a while."

"What are you going to do next?"

Hesta quickly raised her eyes to look at Palan, she shook her head lightly, signaling to him not to continue talking.

"This carriage is clean, you can rest assured that I have checked—"

"Let's get out of the car."

Hesta suddenly pushed open the compartment door nimbly and jumped to the ground. The oncoming night wind blew away all her drowsiness. About ten steps away, the driver who was pushed away by Paran was smoking on the dark road. The orange light of the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

Hesta waited under the carriage for a while, seeing that there was no movement from Palan's side, suddenly realized something, and walked around to the other side of the carriage to open the door for Palan.

Palan snorted softly and got out of the car.

It was only when the coachman drove away that Hesta turned around—Palan had already walked up the path leading to the mansion alone.

She hurried to catch up, "I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to be more careful."

Palan stopped abruptly: "You don't trust me."

"no--"

"If you don't trust my judgment, you don't trust my ability, that is, you don't trust me." Palan said softly, "What's the problem?"

Hesta frowned and thought for a while, "...Sorry."

"It's a good thing to be cautious, but it's a bit pretentious to be too cautious... You can't trust me, can't you also trust Ava?" Palan looked away, "Let me ask again, what do you want to do in the future, and do you need my cooperation. "

"I do have one thing I might need help with, but... I don't know if you can—"

Palan opened his eyes wide: "Hey, listen, after the last sentence I apologized, the next sentence is about to start!"

"...No aggressive general," Hesta held his forehead. "It was when he showed us Carlo's paintings just now that he suddenly had an idea. I also think it's a bit difficult to realize, so..."

"You say you say, let me see how helpful it is. I can't even help."

"I remember that at the beginning of this year, AHgAs carried out an experimental upgrade of the battlefield life support device," Hesta said in a low voice, "I just have an impression of this matter, and I haven't learned the details, but it's okay to inquire now. It's so conspicuous..."

Hesta paused for a moment as he considered his words.

"Is there any way for you to get two sets of prototypes directly?"

Palan stood where he was, looking at Hesta, his expression unchanged for a long time.

"Eureka..." Palan raised his hand, "You are... not polite to me at all."

……

Palan and Hesta entered the gate of the mansion one after another. As soon as the manservant closed the door, he heard footsteps and shouts from outside. Hesta recognized that it was Teresa's voice.

She stopped and guarded the door, and sure enough, she saw Tereza's figure very quickly. As soon as the two met, Tereza sighed with a smile: "Ah... Eureka, it's too late for you to be awake." All right."

"what happened?"

"There is an urgent matter right now. Go and call the shepherd. I will wait for you in the hall."

Hester complied.

When she and Calvin returned to the hall again, Trisha was sitting on one side of the long table, beside her, the sleepy Ende was writing quickly on a piece of white paper—this look, obviously It was just pulled from the bed.

Trisha also noticed the presence of Hesta and Calvin, and she got up and pulled out chairs for them.

"Come on, please take a seat."

Hesta and Calvin sat down inexplicably, and there was also a blank piece of paper and a pen in front of them.

"Let me briefly explain the situation. It's not a big deal." Trisha folded her fingers into a triangle and said with a smile, "This afternoon, when the assassin didn't show up, several mercury needles in the team were awake one after another. There was a very violent mood swing, and the workstation needs you to issue a statement explaining the reason."

Hesta was lost in thought on the white paper, and after a while, she scratched her head with the end of the pen, "...Do you want it now? I haven't moved on the review Victoria asked me to write this morning."

"Yes, we need it now." Trisha replied, "Victoria is currently explaining this matter to the headquarters in person."

Calvin was startled: "So serious?"

"No, it's not serious. This is the normal process of critically endangered projects. It's just that because she is the team leader, there are extra things to do."

"It's too much fuss at the top," Endai yawned, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. "Why do you have mood swings... because the game is so fun!"

(End of this chapter)