"That's great, Milo, this is hilarious! Such a wonderful joke! Thank you very much!" Camus returned to the bar and ensured the woman was no longer nearby, so he secretly communicated with Milo, who was one meter away from him.
"You're welcome!Don't you think lightening your mood is more important than anything else right now? If you get too nervous, I'm worried you will have a mental breakdown."
"Then I really want to thank you even more. I feel like I'm one step closer to having a mental breakdown."
''You should relax, man; we haven't discovered the details about that woman yet; maybe it's not that bad. ''
"So this means you can't be sure and can only assume. This means that we know very little about the real situation we are currently in, and we are being secretly watched by all parties. It's a fact that is more terrifying than announcing an official start of the actual Holy war."
'We should face it calmly even if it is the worst outcome. Besides, We cannot rule out the possibility that the chick is ordinary. Or as I said earlier, it could merely be an illusion caused by your anxiousness.
"No, if I wasn't the only one who saw her and what happened earlier, I'm pretty sure it wasn't an illusion.'
"But how could you explain that I can't feel the cosmos you mentioned?"
"I don't know either, but I promise you there is something strange." Camus did not intend to tell him that this woman looked strikingly similar to an old friend he used to know and was bumped into by him at such a time. This kind of coincidence was definitely an unusual suspicion.
"But I can see where you come from. She is way too pretty that almost surreal to be the mortal, More like she could be a Goddess or some kind of monster or something..''
"It's not because of that." He knew such a pretty-looking mortal existed, but this woman must not be expected. Still these words reminded him, could it really be some kind of monster that turned into that person's appearance? But why is she the way she is?why her?
"So what do you do now?"
"Everything is business as usual. Just act as if nothing happened. Try not to get too close to other Saints when I'm outside, and avoid relying on telepathic communication. It would be best if she doesn't appear again, but if she comes over someday, treat her like an ordinary patron. The longer she doesn't show up, the safer the situation may be. If this woman is a crucial figure or a threat to us, I'd better come here tomorrow or all this week; it would be even more suspicious if I suddenly stopped showing up tomorrow right after she saw me unexpectedly running to her tonight. Even if I expose myself more before her sooner or later, I will make sure the worst outcomes happen as late as possible before we get something useful from her."
''That's it, then. But to be honest, I really wish it was me who was exposed to her... ''
''Are you going to lighten my mood again? If you handle it with this attitude, luckily, you are not the one who is exposed in front of her. ''
"I think you probably underestimate me. I may not be bad at dealing with women and getting pieces of information out of them."
"I trust your capability, apart from the monster that is 'far beyond 10/10' and way out of your league to handle with..."
"Hey, that's not very nice! What difference does that make? It's the same for me, although she looks exceptionally charming...instead, it may be harder for you to keep calm with her than me because I've never seen you being so interested in a woman before, which is very unusual..."
"Hey, Don't be silly, Milo. Do you think we have to treat them differently according to their gender or the scales of attraction while dealing with suspicious enemies anyway?''
''Of course, they are different. Ignoring their difference is self-deception. After all, Saints are only human beings. ''
"It makes sense, so the enemy may turn into a woman to confuse the Saints because of this. Sometimes, it is more effective than direct combat, sure to corrode people and aim its sugar-coated bullets at them. ''
"Seems it worked on you better than me this time; you may never be corroded or hit by a sugar-coated bullet, but unexpectedly rushing towards an unknown woman that brings you in danger and causes potential troubles is unlike your usual behaviour."
"...You are right. I cannot argue with that. I do need a deep and profound reflection of myself. I wasn't calm enough to make such a mistake."
Camus was frowning, probably falling into self-blame. Milo knew him very well, and based on his understanding of him, he thought his friend seemed to suddenly lose his calm not simply because he found where the suspicious cosmos came from. It must be something else. But he wouldn't ask anything because his friend would never tell.
He was still the same, with an expression of hiding and unwillingness to reveal his thoughts. The time that Milo remembered the most was when they were about 16 years old. Camus may have had the worst time of his life that seemed to suffer; he was grounded and stayed in Greece without going anywhere, and his last return to Siberia probably was a month ago, it's said that he was asked by the Pope to shut himself up and reflect on his mistake. He didn't obey at first, but later, he took the initiative to apologise to the Pope and asked for another Self-introspection.
During that time, he would always sit alone on an uninhabited hillside out of their temples, where he could just vaguely see a few city lights that flickered from afar, look at the distant scenery without saying a word, and sometimes drink beer from nowhere... Then Milo walked up and didn't say anything as usual. After all, he knew it ŵont get any answers. He just sat next to him, drank the half-finished beer from his friend's' bottle, and Singing aloud to the sky:
"Say you don't need no diamond rings,
And I'll be satisfied.
Tell me that you want the kind of things,
That money just can't buy.
I don't care too much for money,
Mo..."
"Money can't buy me love!"
Surprisingly, Camus sang the last line and started totalk
"Interesting song choice. Why did you think of this one?"
"You know, I used to listen to the Beatles quite a lot."
"There are a lot of Beatles songs, though."
"I don't know, it just pops out of my head,Why do you ask that?"
"Milo, take me to the tattoo shop tomorrow."
Camus didn't answer Milo's question but suddenly made a request out of nowhere.
"Okay, I feel accomplished leading a rich boy into a hippie... However, I've been curious that You have always been a model student praised by the Pope as the 'best' child out of us. I guess It's normal for someone to descend from an elite family to be a good boy. But what makes you receive such a severe warning from him later on? Could you share the shocking facts behind it?"
"Well, Because I used teleportation too frequently between Moscow and Siberia in the past few months without reporting it in advance, and I did make a foolish request to the Pope, which angered him. It ought to be all over by now..."
Milo seemed to understand everything and stopped asking any more questions. The same happened this time. He firmly believed that Camus had always been a strong man. If he knew what to do, Milo would not need to pursue the unchangeable facts but to encourage him.
''In fact, there is no need to blame yourself. The situation is still being determined and may be a good thing too. If that woman is a key figure, it is difficult to say she doesn't have the most useful information we need. ''
"You are right." Camus also recognized his comforting words.
''Then...it's getting late. I'll leave first.so,enjoyed your day for tomorrow?
Perhaps because the onlooker sees most of the game, Milo's guts tell him that his friend would not mess everything up or be harmed by this mysterious woman even if it were a sneak attack from her. Instead, she could relieve his dull mood; at least it's better than being more depressed, although Camus has never been too optimistic about his life.
"Oh, thank you for the last time of the day to lighten my mood in advance, Milo."
"Just kidding, I mean, good luck!"
When the closing time drew near，Camus expected another sleepless night after watching Milo leave.
As everything went according to his assumption, During lunchtime the next day, a blonde lady wearing a Burberry khaki Kensington trench coat was walking on the Aegean Sea streets and passing by a group of young men whistling at her. It seemed like she did some unknown tricks that gave each of them a sore penis until they rolled on the ground. After that, a unique cosmos spread around her, and she slowly approached the bar on the coastal street.
After Camus rebuked and drove away a group of teenagers making noises in front of the bar that seemed to have escaped from school, he began to feel the approaching Cosmo. It happened all of a sudden but not too unexpectedly. He returned to the bar table and poured himself a glass of ice water.
In addition to the Cosmo, he smelled a scent, which should be the perfume from the woman. The projection was far, so he could feel the daffodils, freesias, violets with a slightly powdery sweetness, and some even before he saw her. There is a hint of clove fragrance mixed with bitter tangerine peel, herbal and musk to make it slightly more sweet. It should be Calvin Klein's "Eternity" if he guessed correctly.
Although It took him ages to work up to handling her again, he still choked in surprise when he saw the face of the woman who entered the bar.
She only wore light makeup with her hair slightly pulled up today. Without being covered by the intense party-style eye shadow, she looked more like someone that he used to know had awakened from death and was standing in front of him alive. He couldn't help but almost forget himself.
But he was sure that this woman was definitely not her.
Even if she could shine on the stage, be admired by thousands of people, and be nurtured by Soviet government agencies that forcibly trained in noble etiquette, she is essentially just a wild girl from a remote Russian town. Her figure is thinner, and she would not be as particular about her dressing sense and mannerisms as this woman does, apart from the fact that they look exactly the same and are also very close in height, which is probably all around 5 feet 7 inches.
He didn't think she had any lost twin sisters or mysterious cousins.
Therefore, Something unusual must happen, and all he had to do now was resort to tricks.
"με συγχωρείτε？（Excuse me?）" she asked in Greek.
He had to hurriedly cough a few times with his back to her, trying to calm down before turning back around.
"Συγνώμη, Τι μπορώ να σου φέρω?(Sorry, what can I get you?)" He heard that she and Natasha had different speaking voices. And answers her in Greek.
"δεν μπορώ να αποφασίσω ακόμα.Θα σας πείραζε να καθίσω για λίγο?(I haven't decided yet. Would you mind if I have a sit for a little while?"
"σίγουρος,βοήθα τον εαυτό σου.(Sure,please help yourself)."
''So, English or Ελληνικά? ''The woman sat down in front of the bar and softly asked.
"I can do both, but it all depends on your preference. English is better if possible because I'm more comfortable with it. "
Camus switched to English to communicate with her: "By the way, you look good with this coat. .''
"Thanks."
The woman beamed a grin at him, and after a moment, she got a cigarette from her black Chanel mini 24k GHW and held it in her hand; then Camus pulled out his 30s vintage zippo lighter that he always had handy, flipped it open and lit up for her.
''I haven't seen you much before. Did you just move here not long ago? ''The woman began conversing with him with a fluent New York accent,
"Yes, I'm from Moscow. "
"I thought you were British based on your accent."
"Hey! That's offensive！''
"opps,I'm sorry. "
"But I can't help it since my English teacher was British anyway. What about you? Are you a local? Or are you from the States？"
"I worked in New York for a few years but returned here recently. I am considered a local, but originally from Cyprus."
"Cyprus? The place with beautiful sea views."
"Yes, I miss the scenery of the Mediterranean, so I'm back. By the way, That reminds me of what I want for my first drink on a hot day now. Can I have 'sex on the beach'with Creme de Cassis,please?"
"'Sex on the beach', probably the sweetest drink I've ever made recently, suits you."
"If that's okay," the woman put out the unfinished cigarette, supported her chin with the back of one hand, and looked at Camus: "can I buy you one of this too, I would love to treat you to a drink.."
"Thank you. In principle, taking alcoholic drinks is discouraged during work, but I can make exceptions sometimes. The only issue here is that im not sure if I could handle it's sweetness ."
"What about adding more vodka."
"Maybe just Fill a hi-ball with ice is enough to calm me down." Camus handed the drink to the woman and stared at her eyes, which were as blue as the seawater,just like Natassia's.
"Interesting!" The woman took the glass from his hand, looked directly into his eyes like he did, and said, "I'm sorry about what happened last night. After drinking too much, I may have had a headache, so I left first. if I read that right, Have you ever seen me anywhere before? ''
"Nope, I think it's very normal for guys like me to have such a reaction when seeing a beautiful woman like you，and I'm also stunned to see you again today.." Camus tried his best to look calm: "honestly, I was a little tipsy last night and wasn't totally sober. I accidentally drank a bit more because I accepted one of my customer's drinks, although this is unprofessional for my work. I apologise if it offended you."
"No offence taken. I see. No wonder I've noticed you've been an attractive bartender with all the girls around here."
"I'm flattered that I've had your attention for so long."
"Certainly, you could think of me as one of those ladies. So you're going to stay here?"
"I will, at least for a long time. I'm just like you, obsessed with the Mediterranean scenery, so I moved here from the coldest place you could ever imagine.
"Sweet." The woman sipped wine as if she already had her plan.
The conversation between the two had to end simultaneously as another customer came. She had already left when Camus got to talk with her again, and he only saw a glass with a lipstick mark on and tips left at the table while watching her gradually leave his sight.
"Thanks for the tips." When he shouted and gazed at her distant receding figure, she raised her hand to him and walked away; he put out the stack of cash and saw a business card underneath.
He picked it up and found her phone number written on it and her name, April Bachmann, Sales Manager of the European Branch, Graude Biopharmaceuticals.
Camus had mixed feelings when he saw the word."Graude"
"April, from Cyprus..." He tried to figure out some ideas and picked up the phone:
"Shura? Could you do me a favour? Please ask someone to check the personal detail of a woman called April Bachmann... yes, it is the month of April. Her surname is b-a-c-h-m-a-n-n... yes, after Bach, there is Man adds an extra n, a German surname, and her position is the sales manager of the European Branch,biopharmaceutical department of the Graude Foundation. If your investigation does not go well and there is more information to be mined, you can choose not to pursue efficiency; just notify me as soon as possible if you have any info. Thank you very much. "
After the call ended and he had his time with no customers, he began recalling some past memories.
Some time ago, he met with Graude's housekeeper Tatsumi several times, who came to negotiate and sign a business cooperation contract with the Sanctuary on behalf of the interests of the Graude Foundation and attempted to gradually increase their investment proportion. However, Camus declined his requests, so there could have been more unpleasantness between the two parties. Everything in Graudes' Family business seemed to be taken care of by this housekeeper, who was pretty much like a eunuch since the previous business owner had passed away and his legitimate son was still too young. In addition, years ago, the Graude Corp provided the largest-scale backup manpower support to Sanctuary in history. It claimed they gathered and helped groups of orphans who wanted to be Athena's Saints to realise their dreams because the human resources and money they gave were what Sanctuary needed the most when humanity approached its critical time. Like what it used to do in the past, The Sanctuary somehow accepts their donations, even though Graudes so-called declaration of set up for talents to archive their self-worth is absolutely nonsense.
He also trained groups of children sent from there. They either died during the training or suddenly escaped and disappeared. However, children at this age can't run away from their training ground successfully in an environment like Siberia. so there is a high probability that they will all die. Kids without talent, and strong will can't survive through cruel training programs. Besides, most ordinary young kids do not have lofty ideals about life, so the Graudes were obviously lied about their true intentions.
As a result, Sanctuary has funds and human resources, and the Graudes will probably also expand their network to the top secret military agency of humanity. Although Sanctuary's connections were basically controlled by old money in the past, especially those families in Europe, the Graad Foundation is trying to push the boundaries, and the only victims are these children.
He can't change the rules but accepts the facts with sad resignation. Once they enter the training ground, they must conquer or die.
He tried hard to make them survive even though they could not pass the training test, Especially for Hyoga, his only disciple now.
But it came as no surprise.
If Hyoga hadn't persisted, he would probably have died too.
The only thing he could do was to bury these children with full honours and treat them as heroes in the saint graveyard.
"why do you want to become a knight,boy?"
Fate seemed to play cruel jokes while laughing at him at the same time, Camus looked at the blonde and blue-eyed boy in front of him with a strong sense of familiarity and asked him the same question he would ask every child who came here for the first time.
Although this kid looks precisely like Natassia, there is almost no trace of anyone else, but if he guessed it correctly, he should be Graude's business owner and the woman he cheated with and left his wife for, Natassia's son. The promise of giving formal recognition she probably wants should be just as nonsense as Graudes' so-called claim of recruiting orphans with ideals to help them realize their dreams. Otherwise, she would not have ended up like this, and her son would not have been sent here. They definitely weren't doing it just for show because these children were not the chosen gold and were destined to bring little value to the saints' connections, morever, once he decided to become a saint, he would miss the family heir position.
He had never understood, as the most beautiful dancer favoured by the Soviet leader, Brezhnev, rich men would rather spend money just for a glimpse of her beauty, even all the wooing from wealthy, high-ranking suitors and the abundance of valuable presents counted for little to her, why did she choose an old, dirty man?
Why?
He doesn't understand the child in front of him even more; why did he go all the way to Siberia to train as a knight instead of living his life like a trust fund boy. Thus, it can be seen that his father's feelings for him could be just as worthless as his promise to Natassia, so her son was treated like other orphans he sent here to die.
"do you want to be strong?"In addition to understanding his student's situation, he also looked forward to getting answers from the child.
"Last year,My mom died in the shipwreck.now the sea above the ship is frozen,and mama is trapped forever at the bottome of the cold Siberia sea.I want the strength to get her out... "
His answer surprised Camus. Lots of the children's responses were almost the same without exception from the past, they all gave the same answer as long as those were related to the Graude Foundation. "I want to be strong and Fight for love and peace!" they seemed to not understand the meaning of their words when they were saying it. Because it was more like they were being brainwashed. Facts have also proved that the children who gave the standard answers ultimately failed to pass the test.
And this child could give him a completely different answer, which made him feel a little relieved. This showed that he had motives and free will, which was at least better than being forcibly imposed. But it also makes Camus worried more.
"That's why you want to be a knight?"
"Y-yes."
"Then you will surely die."
"What?"The little blonde boy showed a slightly timid expression.
It's a good thing to be afraid by now. Looking at the little shocked face, Camus thought it might not be too late if he could take this opportunity to scare him off. He better convinced the boy to quit at this stage, and then he didn't need to face the risk of death anymore.
"With such childish ideas in your head,even if you became a knight,you'd soon to killed.''He pointed to the towering iceberg in the distance and told the blond boy：''look over there,Hyoga.Those mountains are permanent ice ridges,they have such enduring strength that they have survived for tens of thousands of years.to become a knight,you must become strong like those permanent ice ridges!they have survived the assault of the sun for ages!''
Camus glanced at his young student once again,hestill didn't cry or flinch in fear,instead, the littleboy just listened to himexplain everything quietly,so he continued:
"Remember this--however strong the enemy you face,always remain calm.learn the meaning of true strength from the ice ridges of Siberia,Hyoga
The kid responded with a bit of uneasiness but firmness:
"I...I will."
Seemed He wanted to stay here and did not intend to leave, but Camus still tried to dissuade him one last time before officially starting their training. Of course, this is not only dissuasion but also a repeated test of his determination:
''I've said everything I have to say, and now I want to confirm one last time. Have you thought it through? Why not return to your father's place to live a stable and well-fed life and receive the best care, but risk your life to train hard in a harsh environment like this?''
"I have thought about it. I would rather die here than go back. That is not my home."
"Is your dad not good to you?"
"That is not just my dad, but the dad of all the kids I know... He is a bad dad, a bad guy too!"
"What do you mean by all the kids you know? You mean you have many brothers and sisters?"
"Yes...many, and many of them have become Saints."
"What??? What about their mother?''
''I don't know, they don't have mothers. "
"So you are like them?" So, those children may be the offspring of Old Graad and his mistresses? When Camus learned about it, he was almost speechless in shock. Although it is not uncommon for rich people to have affairs and produce as many illegitimate children as they can, it is still a shocking fact that someone could send all his children to die in such a unified way nowadays, especially for a wealthy and powerful man who only start having children in his 60s. Don't their mothers have any opinions? Natassia, is this what you wanted at the cost of your life? So what is all this for?
"I think so... I also want to see my mother again." The little boy lowered his head sadly.
There is nothing more to say, so he silently and officially started their training schedule. From then on, whenever the child fell to the ground, he would use his dead mother to inspire him to get back on his feet. Although it is not a long-term solution, it gives him the motivation and reason to survive.
Camus was afraid of losing the child again.
Years later, he was gradually promoted to senior administrative official of the Sanctuary, someone who played second fiddle to the Pope. He was mainly responsible for financial expenditure, handling cooperation negotiations and contacts with elites in world governments, So he had access to more insider information and primary sources.
He learned from it that the founder of the Graads was indeed remarkable. In addition to his abilities, he had robust, firm ambition and executive power. That was why he was able to quickly become a mentor after joining the Freemasonry, and his company could also multiply in a short period in both domestic wealth and power expanded so that they could efficiently deal with the KGB, and the CIA and Mossad also have turned a blind eye to them. Therefore, it is no surprise that the information on the mothers of all illegitimate children is entirely blank, and no murder or evidence of guilt can be traced. As for the death of somebody like Natassia, it is shown that it is related to the political struggle and has no direct connection with Graude; at least, it can only be defined this way based on the evidence.
Camus had gone through the possible reasons for everything that happened more than once in his mind. He believed the political situation to be slightly unsteady after Brezhnev had his first stroke and his health deteriorated, which made his favourite ballerina, whom he had always flaunted in front of foreign guests at diplomatic events, suddenly felt uneasy and secretly anxious to find other backings. It all happened at the same time that she was getting pregnant. Natassia has no robust family background, and her country is the only one behind her. Who can she rely on if even the country begins to be eroded and betrayed by interests anyway? What's more, she not only has her own life to worry about, but she also has to consider her family in a remote place in the Far East: her elderly, vision and hearing-impaired grandmother, her younger brother striving for better educational opportunities, her dad disabled by a work-related injury, and her mom who has been exhausted from caring for the entire family for most of her life.
He had never been able to prove that his suspicions were confirmed because she suddenly disappeared after completing her last performance, leaving no explanation, and everything was totally devoid of evidence. Until a British Tabloid journalist broke the rumour that she was suspected of being engaged to Graude and secretly gave birth to his young son. And he last saw her at a private celebrity banquet in Moscow a few months before her death when she attended with old Graad on her arm. The old man formally announced to the gentlemen present that the beautiful Natassia was about to become his wife, just like a winner showing off his trophies, as if this was his business card to display his strength.
Despite her lack of cheer, she seemed to be wearing more jewellery than before, and must have felt more at ease inside. At least She no longer had to walk between a group of upper-class men who were observing her like greedy wolves salivating over a frail lamb. Still, Camus felt sick seeing all this, especially the closed indoor air that almost suffocated him at the same time. He felt a sudden urge to inhale some fresh air and step out on the large balcony, walking through the lengthy hallway that linked the hall to the outdoors. He found solace in that moment of peacefulness, and he was able to relax and slip his hands into his pockets, while taking a leisurely stroll without running into any of those hypocrites.
But then he bumped into Natasha,the last person he wanted to see, who seemed to be looking for the bathroom around here,. The two looked at each other for a while, and he decided to ignore her and pass her by as a stranger.
"I'm sorry..." Natasha said to him.
"No, you don't." He glanced at her, replied coldly while walked past her forever and silently made his way back to the banquet, where he socialized with various well-known politicians and businesspeople as if nothing had happened.
He was no longer the teenager he had been a few years ago who had to go to the bottom of everything. Even though there was still a lot of confusion and unwillingness in his mind, his heart was as cold as the ice of Siberia that had never melted.
Facts proved that his previous inferences were verified. He could not think of any other reasons besides this.
It became increasingly apparent to Camus as his experience grew,he realized these upstarts who made their own fortunes have a pioneering spirit, a solid ambition, and a vicious drive that the children of old-money families like them do not possess. Such traits represent the ability to give a sense of security that women need. It is easier for them to be attracted to this kind of man, especially when encountering life-changing events and suffering, even if his age and identity do not match hers, even if her ideals and romance can be put aside in comparison.
He understood her choice but couldn't forgive it, never could.
She can betray her love but not her class.
The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts and the temporary tranquillity. Camus quickly answered it. It was Shura calling; he said his investigation had already concluded.
"I have discovered that April Bachman's so-called sales manager is almost in name only and does not even need to attend the company. However, no one fired her. Someone should take the responsibility for her."
"Then are there any records of her previous jobs?'"
"She stayed in New York for about three years and then moved back to Greece for work two years ago."
"Is there any particular suspicion?"
"Probably her experience at Graude. She was promoted too fast after joining the company, which is not normal, and she also quickly left the head office after their boss passed away."
"This is obviously just typical behaviour of a gold-digger who probably exploits her sensuality for profit, nothing suspicious about it, but..." Camus thought of the possibility that April could seduce and control the old man with a face like the dead Natassia, and he asked:' 'What's her previous job?did she ever changed her name,And any education and relocation history?"
"There are none.''
Sure enough...
When Camus returned to the Sanctuary, he conveyed this information to the Pope and reported all the doubts he had told or never told others.
Something like a woman with a Cosmos that ordinary people could not possess approached him, and her appearance was exactly the same as that of the person he had seen before, although he did not want to mention this in front of the Pope again. Besides, she worked for Graad, a company familiar yet dangerous to the Sanctuary.
He got an order from the Pope: Find an opportunity to get close to this woman and dig out valuable intelligence as much as possible.
He planned to wait for her to visit again, but she hadn't appeared for two days. He hesitated to take the initiative to contact her, turned the reasons to call over in his mind, and finally dialled the number on the business card.
''Hello? ''
"...Hello, is this Miss Bachmann I'm speaking to? It's..."
"Oh, it's you. I was about to see you. I've been busy recently but should be fine now. Whenever you are free?"
Camus didn't expect the large paragraphs of words he had prepared in his mind and the unspoken plans to be interrupted by this woman that has no chance to display their abilities,but her straight-to-the-point also saved him a lot of times.
"I'm free on Tuesday night, no night shift, and Wednesday is my day off."
"What time do you get off work?"
"6:o clock at night"
"Okay, I'll pick you up on Tuesday next week at 6pm. See you then?"
"ok,see you soon"
She hung up the phone shortly after they finished the conversation,everything went so smoothly that he didn't realize what happened and felt slightly overwhelmed. There was even a brief moment of confusion about whether it was appropriate for the Pope to temporarily relieve him from other missions and give him full responsibility for such a task. It was not until he calmly thought about it that he felt those out-of-home duties became like interacting with the so-called human elites who only care about the exchange of interests, which has become increasingly meaningless. It is not even as valuable as talking to this woman. There are too many unusual things about her, and It's been a while since the Sanctuary has been suspicious of the Graad Foundation. There is not enough time left for them as they are approaching the point of historical reincarnation, on top of that,he is the only person who can investigate her right now. Hence, the arrangement by the Pope is indeed reasonable.
Although he hasn't approached a woman for a long time, he almost lives a monastic life like a Shaka as Milo said. Still, he has never planned to deliberately practice abstinence because his desire seems squandered in a certain period of life until little is left . He had yet to make a complete plan on how to deal with April Bachmann. She was somewhat unpredictable and could only go with the flow.
Two days later, on Tuesday night, Camus had just finished his shift and walked out of the bar when he saw April waiting for him in a new silver convertible Porsche 911 Speedster parked not far away. He took a deep breath and walked towards her. She was dressed in an American style today as her dishevelled blond hair was braided low on the side, and she tied the corners of her Ralph Lauren blue madras women's shirt around the waist with Levi's 501 narrow jeans set off her lower body. Nevertheless, the perfume she uses today is not Calvin Klein but Chanel.5
"Hello, April."
"Long time no see! By the way, I don't know your name yet."
"Sigfred."
'Nice.'
April returned her Tiffany sunglasses to her eyes and uttered, As soon as Camus was settled in the car, she turned the engine on and abruptly spun the wheel, catching him off guard.
She smiled softly at him, then drove even faster, soon attracting the police as she sped on the highway and made many dangerous overtakes.
"Great. What should we do now?"
"It doesn't matter, we're almost there anyway." April stopped on the side of the road, waiting for the police to come forward and ask her questions. "
"Miss, could you please show me your driver's license."
April took off her sunglasses,and handed over her driver's license.
"Hi, officer!" she charmingly smiled at the police.
Camus saw him go weak at the knees after seeing her.
"Miss... do you know that you are driving dangerously?"
"I'm so sorry,My boyfriend had a family emergency, so I had to drive faster."
"What on earth is she talking about..." Camus muttered quietly, embarrassed and avoided facing the police and making himself noticeable
"I'll give you a ticket for speeds less than 10 km/h over the limit,please Pay attention next time."
"Yes, sir, let's have coffee together next time?"
"so Your boyfriend doesn't have problems with it?"
The policeman looked at Camus again, making him almost bury his head in the sand.
"He won't interfere with my social life, sir."
"But I'm afraid my wife will mind it. I wish you and your boyfriend a good time. Be careful next time you drive, beautiful lady."
"Okay, sir, thank you, sir, good night."
"What the hell are you doing, April."
"It's just foreplay to stimulate your adrenal glands so that you can perform better in bed tonight. Don't you like it?"
"Thank you very much, but I don't need it. How will I perform better in bed if my life is gone anyway? Let's do it differently next time."