Agares was indeed very familiar with the underground waterways of Venice.
With my back on his back, he walked freely in this labyrinthine dark world, facing every turn and fork without hesitation, like a blind fish born from an underground sewer. From this, it can be imagined that he often comes and goes here, using this place as his secret passage to hide his mutated and unstable body shape.
As I was walking ups and downs, I stared at the backs of his gradually fully formed ears. The inertial thinking of "Desaro" jumped out from the disguise of "Delter", and I couldn't stop thinking about whether he was How did you change your physical characteristics: through spontaneous transformation of your genetic structure from the inside out? Or was it some kind of chemical reagent he happened to get from those wrecks of the Nazi ship, and used it to achieve mutation? The former and the latter are unbelievable things in the field of biology today, but on an alien creature like Agares, it seems that nothing is impossible to be realized, and nothing is impossible. He can't do it.
I tried to make a reasonable analysis with the theories I had learned, but I couldn't make a reasonable conclusion, so my thinking turned back to the real problem and pondered.
Regarding Agares' experience in the past two years, the most reasonable guess is that he has been dormant here since he learned that the spores were taken away from the Nazi shipwreck by Korov and traded to the Mafia.
With his high IQ and the inherent lethality of a mermaid, it is not difficult to gain their approval in this dire situation controlled by the Mafia. As "Killer Roy", he reasonably integrated into the mafia, and worked for them to gain trust, so that he could destroy the deal between the mafia and the "German company" they called in the future, and take back all the mermaid spores.
As for the so-called lover, as long as you think about the fact that Agares cannot expose the lower body in front of others, you can judge that this is nonsense. the ballad.
Oh, and who doesn't love a story about a beautiful young godmother and her handsome killer knight
Damn it, I'm not interested anyway. It's boring.
I secretly slandered, and I couldn't help but recall the way Liciardi looked at him in my mind. I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, and unconsciously hugged the slender and powerful neck between the thick hair of Agares, like a cat. on his broad back. And this huge piece of sashimi lifted my body a little bit so that I could lie more comfortably.
I rested my head on his spine, thinking that this also explains why he didn't come to me: he was meticulously implementing his plan to get back the merman spores. So, apparently he hadn't had the time to think about my whereabouts for the past two years, so I almost thought he had disappeared altogether.
Sniffing his nostrils, he deeply grasped the strange fragrance emanating from behind his ears into his chest cavity. The sense of loss that had been suppressed in his heart just now filled his pleura, and his internal organs were as sour as if he drank a whole bottle. Broken blueberry jam. I silently twitched the corners of my mouth and analyzed it with a wry smile. Maybe to be honest, if I think about it carefully, my importance to Agares is nothing more than one of the scattered sporozoites. He protects me and looks for me, maybe in the final analysis, it is because I have his DNA in my body, which is equivalent to a descendant of him (Of course, if you look at it in combination with the actual situation, I may be the most troublesome and catch him off guard One).
Desaro, you have little reason to be dissatisfied, do you
This is the nature and mission of being a mermaid leader, just like the king of any ethnic group in this world.
Uh, damn it, did I go a little too far...
"Desaro..." Agares suddenly uttered a voice, pulling me back from my thoughts of rushing from Venice to Africa. He tilted his head slightly, with his ear on the bridge of my nose, "What are you thinking?"
"You." I blurted out subconsciously, and then almost choked on the water in the sewer because of my absent-minded answer, "I mean, your changes...and experience really surprised me."
"You... will have a chance to understand." Agares turned his head, smiled meaningfully, and the sound echoed far in the dark corridor.
To be honest, I'm really not used to listening to mermaid language. This language, which is more rough than Russian, sounds like chanting some kind of mysterious spell, and his deep voice is too deterrent (please imagine Look at the effect of Giolov holding a microphone in your ear), always makes me stunned on the spot.
I nodded, and he grabbed my arm and wrapped it around my waist, leading me to sprint in the water at a sudden speed like in the mermaid form. , we dived into a deeper waterway at once.
Mottled warm lights scattered from above our heads, and the water was hazy, like a sunset glow. The pillars of the covered bridge brushed around our bodies were like aquatic dense forests on the coast, and the shadows of boats passing overhead were like clouds, disturbed and scattered by falling raindrops, as if we were in a dream. No one can see us, as if there is a world above the water, and another completely different space under the water, a hidden illusion that only belongs to me and Agares.
I involuntarily hugged the waist in my arms tighter.
He carried me with him and started to swim up, into the pillars of the building, and finally approached the top of the wooden plank above. He stretched out his arm and pushed hard, and a plank was pushed up like a hatch. The whole process was very familiar. Apparently this was his residence in Venice. It looks like a mansion. The iron door facing the canal is locked by a huge iron lock. If we don't pass through the secret door at the bottom of the water, it is impossible to get in. But obviously this is not the house he bought by himself. The glass of this mansion is broken, the inner door is sealed, and an old wooden signboard hangs next to the window - Venice Institute of Hydrobiology. It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.
Even though I knew that Agares had the conditions to live in a place like the Aquatic Research Institute, my jaw was about to drop, and I gestured: "Aquatic...Biology Research Institute? You, such a big and long...mermaid...uh , or the leader, just hiding in the Institute of Hydrobiology so arrogantly? Why don’t you just go to the market that sells fish products? I can’t see that you have a sense of humor.”
"Sashimi" squinted his eyelids and looked at me, as if to taste whether my three words "fishery products" were describing him. The action of a fish biting the hook. I thought it must be very offensive to his dignity as a leader, but I just couldn't help it, even though I knew I was going to be in trouble.
In the next moment, my premonition was verified. He suddenly grabbed my waist, pressed me against the raised door panel, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against the bridge of my nose threateningly: "Desaro...you let me ..." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a seductive flame was faintly burning in his long and narrow eyes, and a hoarse whisper rolled in his throat, "You make me really..."
His webbed claws rubbed my back through the leather gloves, slid down the tailbone along the spine, held my buttocks in his palms, and pressed my hips tightly between my legs Blocked by the thick windbreaker fabric, I still feel that his surprisingly large thing has hardened and is pressing against my lower abdomen.
My heart was racing wildly in my chest, and my breathing was a little rough, but I still tried to maintain a calm attitude: "I want to know...what do I mean to you, Agares? A person who continues your bloodline Descendants, a genetic carrier?"
My heart throbbed when I uttered this word, as if I was forcing myself to peel off some kind of cruel truth. Agares suppressed his smile, looked into my eyes thoughtfully, and seemed to be thinking carefully about the question I asked.
Perhaps as the king of the mermaid group for a long time, Agares's life was as long as a feather sinking into a bottomless trench. He may have experienced many turbulent waves, countless fights, disasters and killings in half his life. , but have never faced such a simple yet difficult puzzle. Are feelings, love, mermaids and human beings in common
I really can't use my biological knowledge to judge, and my emotional intelligence is indeed not high. I don't have any love experience. I spent all my energy on studying in the first ten years, and I am a complete nerd.
Little did I know whether Agares's affection for me was instinctive or not. Well, even if I'm not Desaro, it's fine to be someone else.
Ah, the merfolk leader has to deal with an emotional entanglement between, he, and a human youth who grew up as his genetic carrier. Maybe this problem caught Agares even more than I did myself.
He may be more confused than I am, or he may not feel the need to answer my living spore answer.
I don't want his response to be the latter, I am deeply disturbed by this, like walking on a tightrope.
The cold raindrops fell on my nasty long eyelashes, making them almost stick to my lower eyelids, so I could only look up at him with my wet and heavy eyelids, I breathed heavily, waiting Following his answer, he remained motionless. I saw me reflected in the pupils of Agares, kind of pitiful, like an abandoned cat, but damn I don't want to show that at all. So I scratched my messy bangs, pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "Okay, I'm just joking and asking nonsense, just pretend you didn't hear."
As I said that, I shrank back and sat on the shore, but he held my waist again the next moment and dragged me back forcefully. I slipped and fell on the door panel, and was pressed by his webbed claws on my shoulders. , The texture of the leather glove brushed over my neck, and stroked my chin.
His fingertips traced the lines of my lips, the contours of my nose, and extended to my forehead, combed my bangs to the back, restrained my head so that I could not avoid it, and then lowered his head , The lips were printed on my neck, and the kiss was very hard, the water from the hair dripped down my chest, but it made me feel hot like magma, so hot that even my soul burned, and my whole body trembled.
I puckered my lips in the rain, trying to ask something, but didn't say anything.
"I don't know... Desaro..." Agares raised his head and stared at me from above. In his eyes, I saw the undercurrent hidden behind the fire of desire. It was something I half understood, but Not sure about something.
"I don't know when it started. In your childhood, I did regard you as my descendant. I nurtured you, defended you, and made you deeply dependent on me, until that day when your grandfather died Unexpectedly, you were taken away from me like this."
His moist breath entangled my nostrils, his lips and tongue invaded my earlobe, and he muttered in a low voice, "Norway was too cold at that time, so I had to let you go. Later, I started looking for you in every sea area. I looked for you I have been with you for fifteen years, but there is no trace of you, except for the "channel" in the dream. As you grow bigger and bigger, you start to long for me in your dreams, but you have no memory of me when you are awake Impressed, at that time I was very flustered, so flustered that I tried to change my genes to mix with humans, but I couldn't do that. But I didn't despair, because I knew where you were, and I would lead you back to find me."
I took a deep breath, Agares' fingers fell on my forehead, and his eyes fell into my pupils with the falling raindrops, as if leading me into his memory together.
"Suddenly one day, I sensed you again. So I couldn't wait to chase after me, wanting to see how big the little guy who belonged to me had grown. But I saw that you were inseparable from that guy named Rhine. The look in his eyes seems to be... very admiring, a little dependent, just like facing me when you were young, but you don’t remember me at all. Since I was deliberately caught by you at that time, the way you looked at me makes me feel I know, it's a complete stranger. I'm so jealous, Desaro, I'm so jealous that I lose control, I just want to take you for myself. I was in heat at that time, and you, a little guy who didn't know what to say, took the initiative in the middle of the night Come close to me, your alluring appearance, how can I bear it, don't eat you in one bite... I have been planning how to possess you all night and all night, as hungry and thirsty as those immature young species, I Desperately tempting your curiosity..."
Agares curled up his lips viciously, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was proud of his past tricks.
"You bastard..." I pinched his ears, but he grabbed his wrists and pressed them to the sides of my head. His tongue licked up my jaw, and he kissed my cheek hard, with his lips against mine. Kaikou: "When you really become mine, I can't let go. Your smell, your tone of voice, your actions, your eyes, your body, all fascinate me. You are afraid My appearance let me know that I did something wrong, but I just couldn't help it, and possessed you again and again... I don't know what you humans are like, in our ethnic group, when you become an adult, you will enter a stable period, and you will only To have this kind of response to a particular object... especially me, usually the oldest black scales don't have a mate and only radiate 'Yiola' to continue the lineage."
Agares lowered his eyelashes, glanced down, and rubbed the base of my legs with that hard thing, which made my ears feel hot, and he raised his head tremblingly, swallowing. Mouth spit.
He leaned into my ear and whispered hoarsely: "The Yiola I radiated didn't just survive on you alone, but I never... treated other carriers like you." My heart was beating violently, and my mind was full There was a buzzing sound, watching his webbed claws go down and take out something from his pocket, I opened my eyes wide in surprise in an instant, staring dumbfounded at the thing he took out——
The diary I threw off Kolov's boat, filled with my year-long search for him.
"If that's the answer you want to hear, Desaro, yes, I love you."