Intergalactic Era of Gossip

At this moment, Sells is looking for this man all over the city, and even published a missing person notice in the "Empire Weekly". It is said that he will also speak on the Interstellar Network tonight, calling on the general public to look for it together.

The people who recovered from the face value crit, before they had time to clear up their grief, fell into the fascination and curiosity about the "Marshal Lord's one-night stand object", and tended to become more and more fanatical.

In this interstellar age where idol worship is very popular, the public's attention to celebrities is unprecedented. The Imperial Marshal Celsmont, young and promising, with real power, is simply a luminous body of action.

His legion has the reputation of the Empire's First Legion. The people in the legion are physically strong and possess powerful mecha combat capabilities, sweeping most of the stars.

And his followers are all over the place, and the population base is horribly large.

Therefore, when Naryn accidentally saw the news, people in the entire empire and even the entire star field had already started talking.

Looking at the rumors below, his expression became more and more ferocious, and there was a faint blackening trend.

"Which scheming watch slept with my male god!"

"This must be a conspiracy, there is no object at all, the marshal is actually just hunting down the prisoner!"

"I must have climbed onto the Marshal's bed by innocent means, and now I am still shrinking from showing up. It's so insidious!"

…

"Snapped!"

Naryn closed the terminal and threw it out angrily. Because of the excessive movement, the hard-to-open wounds on the chest were involved, and the intense pain swept through the whole body, causing him to fall on his back uncontrollably on the bed.

When the painful lingering rhyme passed, he finally raised his hand and touched it lightly—the front of his clothes was already covered with water.

—Bleeding again.

With both hands groping and pulling open the dark nightgown, first revealing a clavicle, then the pale skin... As the nightgown continued to slide down, the wet left breast was immediately exposed to the air, and a piece was worn on it. Exquisite breast ring.

Naryn stared at the wound with a pale face, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

That Sayles guy is a pervert.

He actually put that kind of thing on his body!

Violent and completely unanaesthetized, he put a breast ring on himself.

As long as he thinks of such a shame on his left chest, he can't help but shudder, and can't help cursing in his heart-Sayles is a strong criminal, sadist, hypocrite!

Princess Salsa’s eighteenth birthday dinner, Naron, as the prince, was also invited to attend.

Knowing that he is not drinking well, he has always been very restrained at banquets. So that night, he only drank a glass of fruit wine from start to finish. However, it was the glass of fruit wine that caused a series of tragedies.

The stamina of the wine was beyond his expectation. He didn't think there was anything at first, but when he was dizzy, it was too late. There was a gap in the memory behind, and when Naren regained consciousness again, he was awakened in pain.

Severe pain came from his left breast, awakening him from a coma. The ears rang, and the eyes were blurred—they were physiological tears stimulated by pain.

He quickly regained consciousness, and realized his situation: a man was breathing, ups and downs on his body.

He knew that man, and even not long ago, there was a little conflict between the two sides.

Celsmont.

This was the first time to see the face of the Imperial Marshal at such a close distance. As a beautiful imperial man with many followers, he still had some capital.

His brain, which was tormented by the pain, moved slowly, his gaze shifted from Sells’s face to his body-all over his body, inside and out, with sticky white liquid and red marks everywhere, without concealing it. The earth shows how this body has been treated.

And the source of pain that made him unbearable was the extra thing on his left breast-a round silver ring.

what is this?

Naryn's expression was blank for a moment.

He spent one minute digesting the fact that he was being taken on by others, and spent another minute thinking about how to stop the sport.

It doesn't matter how it happened before. How can a behavior that is not controlled by consciousness be what you want? Since he is now sober, naturally he can't continue to be docile with others.

-But the resistance was suppressed.

Naren spent most of the night, deeply and sadly realized the fact: he, fight, no, pass, he.

God knows how much perseverance it took him in the morning to escape before Sells woke up.

Not escape? Do you have to wait for Sells to wake up, and the two say good morning to each other? That picture, just to imagine, made his scalp numb, let alone he is still the one who suffers.

If discovered by others, he will become the laughingstock of the empire. He will always bear the shame of the enemy and spend the rest of his life in the strange eyes of everyone.

Therefore, after returning to the residence, he neither dared to find a medical officer, nor did he dare to ask the attendants to treat his wounds.

The silver ring on the chest seemed to have been fused with flesh and blood, and as long as it was touched lightly, it would cause a piercing pain. This forced him to temporarily give up his plan to take off the silver ring, and only hastily bandaged it... but now, he is bleeding again.

Flesh and flesh, it should be inflammation.

The wound that is difficult to open, the mark of embarrassment. What happened that night was a nightmare.

Naryn had a sullen face, looked at the terrible left breast, and squeezed his fist. He must avenge this grudge!

"Bang bang bang." Illiya was still knocking on the door perseveringly, "Uncle, uncle!"

My chest and head hurt all together.

Naryn thought he was going to explode.

This little niece is really a lethal existence.

"Boom—" The message prompt sounded suddenly, and Naron took a deep breath, got out of bed at a very slow speed, picked up the terminal on the ground, and clicked on it.

Little interstellar monster: Uncle! I want to eat skewers and drink beer! It is said on the Internet that this is the most effective treatment for broken love, you take me there!

Narren: Have you finished your homework?

"Wow!" There was a roar outside the door.

Little interstellar monster: I want to tell grandpa, you bully me! Still lying in bed! Sleeping lazily after sun exposure, shame!

Naryn gritted his teeth.

You wait!

Reluctant to re-bandage, he opened the closet and planned to change into clean clothes and go out. However...Looking at the Prince's uniform and strong outfit, he felt that in his current situation, it would squeeze into the wound when he put it on. The only loose-fitting clothing is pajamas.

Naryn: "..."

Open the terminal and type a bunch of words:

Dear Ilya, go back to the room obediently. I will take a nap and wake up to check my homework. If I have not finished it, I will tell your mother your desire to drink.

Little interstellar monster: shameless!

After a while, there was no movement outside.

The bloodless Naren lay down on the bed again, half a minute later, he opened his eyes sullenly.

really hurts! Can't sleep at all!

He gritted his teeth and opened the terminal, and couldn't help but click into the latest information section.

"The scepter of the handed down is missing, and it seems that the enemy country has done it carefully."

The scepter is missing?

Naryn was stunned, that the Asha Empire had only one handed down scepter. From the first emperor to the present, it has a history of hundreds of years. It is not only a symbol of power for successive emperors, but also a national treasure of the empire.

Such an important thing... is missing?

As he frowned and thought, there was another movement outside the door. This time the footsteps were louder, and it was not the little demon like Illiya.

"My lord, your good friend Levi Da is visiting."

"..."