Chapter 8: The Charm of Language
A great war broke out quickly and ended hastily. After several days of fighting, Sean felt a little overwhelmed. It is said that women are like tigers at thirty and like wolves at forty, and the ancients were right. Only after he used various props could he barely fight the enemy to a draw.
The two exhausted men lay on the cold floor of the basement, gasping for breath.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do by rescuing me?" Bella's voice sounded a little lazy. At this moment, her body was slightly tilted, with her head resting on the armrest of the sofa, showing off her plump figure to the fullest. Days of watering had made this thorny red rose bloom with a different color again.
In fact, she was not as relaxed as she seemed. To her, the battle just now was more like a sign of weakness. As a Death Eater, dignity and body are just means for them to seek benefits for their master... and she wants to use this method to find out what Sean has to say.
"I'm telling you, I want to rescue Voldemort, do you believe me?" Sean said as he gently reached into his inner pocket, fumbled carefully, and finally grabbed a thick cigar. After cutting off the head with the cigar cutter on the table, he elegantly held the cigar in the corner of his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.
Bella's subconscious reaction was disbelief, followed by anger. She thought she had done what she could, but the other party was still humiliating her with irrelevant language. But as the smoke slowly rose in front of her, she stared into Sean's eyes that were looming in the smoke. Those eyes were flashing with a sharp light, as if they could see into people's hearts.
Bella's heart suddenly trembled. He, isn't what he said true? But she soon changed her mind. She felt that Sean was deliberately letting her fall into this chaotic state of mind. He was such a bad person who took pleasure in playing with other people's feelings...
Bella suppressed the anger in her heart. She stared at Sean coldly, trying to read something from his expression. Sean seemed to see what Bella was thinking. In this atmosphere, he stood up and sat next to Bella, playing with Bella's murder weapon with his left hand, and said with a hint of joking: "Why, you don't believe it?"
Bella took a deep breath, slapped Sean's hands away, and tried to make her voice sound as calm as possible: "Sean, I am willing to give everything for my master, but these premises are not to listen to you say some ridiculous words here to deceive and humiliate me. Although I have been in Azkaban for a long time, my brain has not been destroyed by those Dementors who only know how to eat..."
"Why else would I rescue you?" Faced with such a question, Bella was speechless for a moment.
Sean smiled slightly and uttered a word slowly, with a cunning and profound look in his eyes: "Bella, you misunderstood me. I'm not humiliating you, but telling you a fact... You think you have done everything you can, but in fact, all this is just the tip of the iceberg..."
Sean did not continue speaking. He often stopped talking halfway. The reasons behind it are more intriguing and leave room for the other party to imagine. The other party will naturally help you fill in the logical loopholes.
"Then why did you...?"
Sean put the cigar in his hand on the ashtray on the desk, expressionless, staring at Bella with a pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts, and asked in a deep and steady tone: "No, you started it first, didn't you?"
Bella was stunned, obviously not expecting Sean's answer. But then again, yes... wasn't she the one who started it first? After Sean rescued her, apart from restricting her personal freedom, he didn't seem to have any other intentions to harm her, but why did she...
No, she was almost tricked by Sean. Why do Death Eaters do things for so many reasons? A gentleman is not good at being under a dangerous wall, and it is always right to strike first. It's just that the winner takes all. She underestimated Sean's insidiousness and failed. Otherwise, the person in a high position at this moment would be her, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sean saw Bella's hesitation and added, "Otherwise, tell me, why did I save you?"
Bella looked back at herself and it seemed that her role was exactly as Sean said... The glory of the Black family has long faded. The only thing that still has some value in me is my identity as a Death Eater.
So Bella thought for a moment, bit her lower lip, and looked at Sean's face, as if looking for some kind of confirmation or denial. Finally, she took a deep breath and said with some difficulty: "So, what do you think I should do?"
Sean glanced at her and said calmly, "Bella, you only see the surface of the problem. You haven't gotten to the core of the problem. You've solved the current dilemma, but you haven't prevented possible problems in the future. You need a more comprehensive perspective and a deeper understanding to truly solve it once and for all."
This was Sean's delaying tactic. These words came out of his mouth as if from muscle memory. Even after saying these words, he himself didn't know what he had said. This special skill came from the fact that he studied hard for many years with a black leather notebook in the office in his previous life. It seemed that he said a lot, but in fact he didn't say a word.
Bella was even more confused when she heard the power of this mysterious language from the East. Could it be that her brain really had been assimilated by those Dementors while she was imprisoned in Azkaban? Otherwise, why couldn't she understand a word? Or, what Sean said was too profound, so...
In a short moment, Bella thought about a lot, from her master's command of a group of Death Eaters, sweeping across Britain, to her being unfortunately shot by the boy and disappearing, to her being tried and imprisoned in Azkaban. Everything played in her mind like a slide show, and finally all of it was summed up in one sentence: "I understand..."
No, what do you understand? Sean looked at Bella in confusion, seeing the fire of hope rekindled in her eyes. Could it be that Bella had already figured out that he was just trying to fool her, so she took advantage of him? If that was the case, he had to use a big move in advance to let Bella taste the sweetness. After all, milk is for growing young girls, and it can't play any extra role for a mature lady like Bella who is already in her thirties.
"If... you follow my instructions, I promise that you will see your respected master, Mr. Voldemort, again within a year..."