How did I become a villain

Griffin let out a foul breath, still a little depressed, but he didn't want to get angry at irrelevant people.

Taking the teacup, he took a sip lightly with the rising fragrance of the tea. "No, unless you want to see me draw a stick figure."

"What is that? Oh...is that so?" Margaret walked to the easel, scribbled on the wooden board, then pointed to it and said with a smile: "So this is called a stick figure? Haha, the name is really apt .”

These few simple lines on the drawing board constitute a chubby image, which is somewhat cute with Griffin's picky aesthetic.

This artist has something.I used to think you were stupid and cute, but I really underestimated you.

The girl couldn't help but shook her head with a smile and said, "Everyone has a stick figure in their heart. I'm glad to see the one that belongs to your heart."

"Then Griffin, as a reward, would you like to dance with me?" Margaret extended an invitation to the girl, her smile gradually becoming serious. "It can be seen that you are not in a good mood today, although I don't know why, but you can temporarily forget them while dancing with me."

Seeing the other party's hand reaching out to him, Griffin hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out a hand to put it on it.

"I knew that you would not refuse me." Margaret raised her chin, obviously very confident in her invitation.

Facing the "expected" appearance of the princess, Griffin said unconvinced: "Well, let me see how the dancing skills of the woman known as the Angel of Britain are."

"As you wish." Margaret's blue eyes revealed a satisfied look, she naturally approached the girl, put one hand through her armpit, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pressed in her direction , so that the bodies of the two can stick closer together. "Why did you hesitate for so long just now?"

This girl with the pride of the royal family felt that it was rare for her to send out an invitation, but the other party actually hesitated.This is not taking oneself seriously.

It is necessary to make the other party aware of their abilities, so in the next dance, Margaret took the initiative to play the role of the lead dancer.

"I have to get my wife's approval first," Griffin said, moving with the other's movements.

With the melodious music on the gramophone, this small living room became a temporary dance floor for the two of them.

"Your wife?" Margaret was slightly stunned, and then she thought that girls of this age always have some whimsical ideas, and she is such a person.So he said in relief: "I don't know if I have the honor to know her? Can I dance with her?"

Then you have to become a boat first.The girl cursed in her heart.

"There are two ways."

"Ok?"

Margaret just asked casually, but Griffin actually came up with a solution.

This kid's imagination seems to be much more serious than mine.

Just listen to Griffin one by one: "One is to become a ship, and then the two move together at a distance that is almost touching, regardless of whether it is left or right."

As long as the tacit understanding is high enough, you can even dance tango together.

"Are you sure this won't cause an accident? Is there another one?"

The girl said solemnly: "The other is to use the soul to communicate."

Uh... this is even more mysterious.

Margaret's face gradually showed the same expression as the subway old man looking at his mobile phone.

Although I can't understand it very well, there is always a subtle feeling of ignorance.

I only heard Griffin go on to say: "You only need to exercise the soul out of the tentacles, and you can use it to simulate dancing movements. Just like what we do now."

As for why I suddenly said this to the other party... I was also depressed for a while.And looking at Margaret's blank expression, it was obvious that she didn't take Griffin's words seriously.

That being the case, why not simply say a few more words.

For Margaret, however, it was quite sudden.Even she, who is quite accomplished in art, couldn't understand what the other party said.

It is obviously impossible to have a warship and a soul at the same time.

"Griffin, have you...I mean, seriously considered seeing a doctor?" Margaret was putting it mildly. What she really wanted to say was to see a psychiatrist.

Unsurprisingly, this proposal got the girl's eyes rolling.

"I don't need this, I'm normal."

Hmm... that's what the average mental patient thinks too.

"I know what you're thinking, princess." Noticing the other's eyebrow raising, Griffin curled his lips. "I dare not say that I am a rare smart person in the world, but at least IQ is still online."

Margaret smiled and said, "If you want to say that, then I will ask you a question and see if you can answer it?"

Volume 160.3: [-] This Woman Has Something

Unexpectedly, the other party nodded in agreement, but she put forward conditions. "Except for mathematics, you can ask."

"Why can't only mathematics?" the princess asked curiously.

"Because a person can explode to his limit in a desperate situation." Griffin looked straight into the other's eyes with a serious face. "Except math."

Margaret was stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile suddenly appeared on Juanxiu's face.

This classical beauty was trembling with laughter, the bulge of her chest trembled with her breathing, even the ongoing dance had to be interrupted.

"I...it's the first time I've heard of this. Haha..." After laughing, Margaret looked at the girl with bright eyes. "You did make me laugh, and it made me care more, what is it that makes you so humorous?"

Griffin turned around and poured herself a glass of water. She leaned against the cabinet and said, "What if I told you that I was going to meet a friend today?"

The unhappiness in my heart always needs to be resolved, so who can I tell it to?With this in mind, she decided to follow the other person's words and continue the interrupted topic.

Isn't this a good thing?

Margaret tilted her head slightly.

"May I venture to ask, is this friend a man or a woman?"

If it's a man, at most it's just a broken relationship; if it's a woman, it's the level of friendship.

That's not a big deal.

Margaret felt that she was beginning to understand everything.

"Of course it's a woman." Griffin lowered his head, staring at the black tea in the teacup, and said absently: "We met during the war, and I always regarded her as my sister. Before we decided to take different paths from each other .”

"Oh... this, it's really bad." Margaret put away her smile, and she wrapped her hands, feeling a little uneasy. "Do you respect her?"

Griffin thought about it seriously.

"Yes. She has saved many lives."

"Is she a nurse?" The other party quickly blurted out with sincerity. "Do you pay her respect because she saved the life of a dying patient?"

With this accuracy rate, it can be said that B is close to ten.

"...That's true." Griffin glanced at the other party unexpectedly, nodded and admitted.He continued: "She is very strong, and she did not choose to end herself in the face of a desperate situation surrounded by powerful enemies. Instead, she always stayed at her post and stayed by the patient's side."

"Then she must be a respectable nurse and a great woman like Nightingale. If possible, I hope to know her too."

Although Margaret did not personally participate in the voluntary actions in the rear during the war like her sister, she also experienced the tension and cruelty of the war, and she had a natural respect for the medical staff.In her opinion, as a nurse, no matter what, Griffin would not choose to break off the relationship, right?

What's more, she described the other party so perfectly.

"How did you go your separate ways? Forgive me for using this word to describe it. I really can't find any other more appropriate words." She regretted. "Is it because she no longer behaves in a way you respect?"

"……Yes."

"Hmm... Maybe she changed her career? I mean, she stopped working as a nurse and found a new job. You can't stop being friends with her because of this, right?" Margot Ritter said half-jokingly.

...Are you sure you didn't check the people around me beforehand?This accuracy rate is already very close in a sense.

Or, did I expose myself too thoroughly?

"If that's all it is, I won't ignore her." Griffin calmed down and continued, "It's a very serious matter. It touched my bottom line. Forgive me for not being able to tell you too much."

"Could it be that she did something too much to you?" Margaret guessed.She doesn't know the inside story, but she can try to find an inducement from one of the girls involved. "Although I am not a qualified politician, my limited knowledge tells me that it is difficult for people who cannot tolerate sand in their eyes to handle interpersonal relationships well. My sister, she is a very strict conservative woman, but Even so, she still has to play tricks on some occasions with people who are against her personality. If a person pursues perfection too much, he will lose everything. If he can’t tolerate others, it’s easy to ignore the shining points of others.”

"No, I just can't accept her current behavior." Griffin shook his head and decided not to continue this topic. "Thank you very much for the princess' persuasion, I feel much better."

The person concerned didn't want to mention it any more, and Margaret also stopped.He nodded and said, "You're welcome, please call me Maggie next time. All my friends call me that."

"Okay, Maggie." Griffin was kind, and she got up to say goodbye. "I have to leave first."

"Yes, it's time for you to practice how to dance." Margaret said with a bright smile. "Just now you stepped on my foot so painfully."

The girl blushed, she really didn't know how to dance, Margaret had been leading her to know how to move just now, and she was completely suppressed in this respect.It's also thanks to the fact that the other party can still remain calm after being stepped on several times by him.

"Let's talk about it next time." She said and left.

As night fell, Goethe drove to a refugee hotel located in the US-occupied area.

"You stay here." She ordered Augusta who was driving, and brought Yoddle into the hotel.

The two went to the front desk to ask a few words, then walked straight to the second floor.

From an unknown room, the phonograph played old records, echoing in the long and narrow corridor from time to time.Leather shoes made dull pacing sounds and occasional creaks on the wooden floor, and a man and a woman stood in front of a room door.

Goethe took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Following the movement of pulling the door vigorously, Richter showed his figure from behind the door. He glanced at the two people at the door, and then turned his gaze to the woman in front.

"Don't get into my head until you come to me next time."

"If I don't do this, you will think that the one standing at the door is the enemy." Goethe's lips curled up slightly. "Hydra doesn't knock when it enters a house."

Richter didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows and gave up half of his body.

"You stay outside." Goethe said to Jodl, stopping him from entering the house.

Jodl glanced at Richter with a gloomy face, and the other party also glanced at him, and then closed the door.

By the way, it was locked.

Taking a long breath, Jodl leaned against the door with his arms folded, reluctantly acting as a guard.

Entering the house, Goethe looked around the small space and the simple furnishings, and finally focused on the boy who returned to his chair and sat down.

Volume 160.4: [-] Only You Can Convince Her

"Where do I sit?"

Richter pointed. "There's a bed there."

"I haven't seen you in almost two years. You've changed a lot." Goethe walked to the window and stopped, looking at the dark night outside and the lights in the distance, she leaned against the wall, folded her hands under her ribs, her mature and plump body Quite seductive under the hazy incandescent light, and pointedly said in a chuckle: "It's not just the appearance."

"Are you going to let me talk to you in bed?" Richter gave her a sideways look.Isn't that even more disrespectful? "We are all acquaintances, so don't communicate in this way on purpose, okay?"

To say that he did have some changes over the past year, mainly in life experience.Since he came out of his hometown, he has been moving all over Germany. In order to avoid Hydra, he changed a lot of jobs, and he didn't do each job for a long time, but he met more people, so he naturally learned some ways of the world.

Still, he didn't want to give up the only chair in the room.

After a busy day, I figured what's wrong with reclining in a more comfortable chair?

"I just wanted to say that you have grown up, but I didn't expect you to be the same as before." Goethe smiled lightly, then restrained his face and said, "I went to see Griffin today."

Richter quickly replied: "Coincidentally, I have seen her too."

But it was two days ago.Said to meet, but also just glanced at each other from a distance.He wasn't sure how much the two of them could see in each other's minds from that look, and he'd done his best to understand.

However, Goethe's next sentence stopped him from asking.

"So did you see her state of mind?"

Richter frowned and carefully recalled the scene when they met, and didn't see anything wrong with Griffin.

"What do you mean? What happened to her?"

"I came to you today not to persuade you to join us." Goethe did not directly answer his question. "I want to send a message to Griffin through you."

"Why don't you talk to her face to face?" Richter subconsciously asked this sentence, and suddenly said: "Oh, I understand. You must have had a very unpleasant meeting."

Goethe does not deny this statement.

Richter said again: "What do you want me to say to her? Let me explain in advance that I may not be able to see her. There are many people around her to protect her. I don't have the ability like you."

He thought that if there was nothing important, he didn't need to approach her, and he had no obligation to speak for Goethe.

Goethe didn't respond to Richter's thoughts, she didn't seem to spy on the other's thoughts.I just heard her say: "Tell her, no matter what she thinks of me, I regard her as a friend who shares weal and woe. Besides...let her relax once in a while."

The astonishment on Richter's face became even more obvious.

"I can still understand the former, but what does the latter mean? Could it be that she hasn't been comfortable in the past two years?"

Richter couldn't help but think of the words he had said to her in Kiel.If Griffin had a bad time in America, he would welcome her back to Germany at any time, and he would give her bullies a good beating.

Although these were just childish words at the beginning, and he has changed a lot in the past two years, Richter still very much hopes that Griffin can live a comfortable life.

Is she really having a bad time?

"She's tired, can't you see? She's already expended too much energy on these technologically innovative products." After finishing speaking, a wry smile appeared on Goethe's fair and clean face, and he sighed: "But she I don’t want to tell me too much. She and I belong to different camps now. She suspects me with vigilance and vigilance. Any motive I show will make her suspicious. So I didn’t have time to convey these words to her. There. But you are different, at least she still regards you as a friend. There are some words that women can communicate with each other without reservation, but in order for her to hear, I can only find you as a relay."