Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Chapter 51: [Don't look at my way] A sigh overflowed from the marshal's mouth.

Nick shook his head: "I mean the prince."

Female inspector: "..."

Nick turned his head, and then realized: "Oh, the marshal, he is also pretty."

Female inspector: "???"

—Energetic young people are always so fickle.

"Actually... the prince’s father, Angri is the real male god." A crimson appeared on the face of the female inspector over forty years: "In comparison, both Sells and Naryn looked too immature. NS."

Nick looked at her blankly, the younger generation knew very little about the previous era.

"Master Angri is the legend of the imperial capital decades ago. He has only one wife in his life, the majesty's sister-in-law. I remember that Prince Naryn was still a child when Mrs. Charvy passed away due to illness."

Speaking of the idol when she was young, the serious female inspector showed a bright color in her eyes, and she could vaguely see the demeanor of a young girl.

She patiently gave him some popular science, and then became melancholy.

"You can still vaguely see Lord Angri's shadow on him."

She curled her lips and smiled again: "What a beautiful child."

Nick: "..."

The male inspector coughed and stopped the increasingly borderless conversation between the two colleagues. He dutifully made a pertinent evaluation of the incident just now: "It seems that the news of the two people's discord is to be discussed... the marshal and the prince are very close."

The female inspector nodded: "Yes, this is beyond my expectation."

Nick, as Sells' number one fan, has the most say.

"I remember that the marshal and the prince were not in harmony." Nick said worriedly: "On the contrary, it's very stalemate?"

People farther away may not know it, but Nick who grew up in the imperial capital can still hear some gossip.

The female inspector thoughtfully said, "Unfortunately, I couldn't take advantage of the cross-examination and ask this question in person."

"Nick, you keep up quietly." The male inspector's eyes flashed with a dark light. "If the suspect in the serious case is allowed to be taken away, even if that person is the marshal, there is a risk."

After a long time, he found that he had not received a response, frowning: "Nick?"

"Oh, yes!" The freckled man returned to his senses, holding a pile of files with a particularly dazed expression.

Why did he think that the back of those two people who had left together is so familiar with the more he looked at it?

"Don't be distracted during working hours." He said coldly, "I understand your excitement when you see an idol, but last time you went to the sunset volcano to meet the marshal, you have been absent from work for a day. I still have your reflection book. I need it. Read it to you?"

Freckle Nick shook his body and said tremblingly: "Sir... I'm sorry, I, I was wrong."

The shadow dominated by the Wanzi reflection book still lingered in his heart, and he was suddenly mentioned at this moment, and he was terribly scared.

The man looked serious.

Nixese shivered.

The female inspector on the side broke the situation amusingly: "Silly Nick, your parent officer has given you the task of chasing idols in an upright manner. Are you not hurrying to keep up?"

Nick was stunned, raised his head to meet the deep gaze of his boss, instantly comprehending the other's good intentions, and blushing moved.

Flattered!

"I, I'm going now!"

After yelling these words out loud, Nick screamed excitedly and was about to run—

"I'm asking you to keep up ‘quietly’! Give me a little bit of movement!"

The voice coming from behind was full of emotions of hating iron but not steel!

Nick turned his head and whispered in a whisper: "Okay... sir... Officer..."

Then he tiptoed up to make a quiet voice, and rushed out tiptoe.

Officer: "???" What should I do if I suddenly regret it.

Outside the trial court.

When the familiar R-class sports car that belonged to the Marshal came slowly, Naren snapped the terminal off. Then "warmly" in Sells? In his eyes, he took the co-driver's seat with restraint.

This time the marshal did not consider him to adjust to the highest speed, but adjusted to a low-to-medium speed, as if planning a slow journey.

"where to?"

Naryn thought for a while and said, "Go around the capital."

Sells didn't ask much, and set up a route instead.

"Give it back to you." Naren handed over the hot terminal in his hand.

Sells looked at it for a few seconds after taking it, then laughed a moment later.

Naryn immediately squinted his eyes and swept away: "What are you laughing at?"

Sells did not answer, and read it in a low voice: "After the night is over, even at dawn. But in the days without you, there is always a dark night, no stars, no moonlight..."

The low voice was like pouring water, whispering in his ears.

Naryn coughed and interrupted the marshal's reading: "I can't write it either. This is a poem from a predecessor."

Sells looked at him quietly.

Naryn asked, "Is it good?" The prince who had never written anything like "I miss you" was actually not very good at it. So I can only rely on the universal terminal, and I just extracted a few sentences.

Sells shook his head: "No, very good. I like it very much."

Naryn: "..."

Naryn's eyes jumped: "Don't look at me, look at the way."

Sells turned his head, but didn't look at the way, but lowered his head and sent it contentedly.

"Will he like it?"

Naryn turned his head to admire the scene outside the car: "Some people like beautiful and subtle poetry, while others find that kind of thing pale and scarce, and worthless."

Sells said "um": "He should like it."

—The tips of the ears are red.

A certain prince with his bright red ears still maintains his calm and unwavering expression, and his heart is very complicated: this feeling of pitting himself with the enemy is really, bad.

"Don't you think it's weird? Lan insects..." Sells gestured to the information in the contact column of the terminal and said, "That is the species on the insect star. The three insects from last night are Lan insects."

The black-haired marshal adjusted his sitting posture, his face turned dull and difficult to distinguish. He slowly leaned towards Narren's ear, lowered his voice and said softly: "Maybe I am the one who colluded with Insect Star?"

Narren: "..." This idea is really novel and bold.

Sayles asked, "You don't seem surprised at all."

Naryn glanced at him, his face becoming serious.

"This is an expression of my trust in you. There is no need to test my sincerity!"

Sells: "..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth and sat back in place in silence.

After Sells finished sending, he was about to put the terminal away, but a message popped up, saying: "The prey team won the game last night."

Upon hearing this news, Naryn sank his face: "Oh, isn't it?"

Sells continued: "I heard that your points are the highest in the team."

Naryn: "..."

Won...the one with the highest points...

what does this mean?

His mood fell to the bottom in an instant.

The rare opportunity to rectify Sells, is that so gone?

Just because of an accident, let him miss the tempting trophy?

His hard work for this has become a joke?

Everything has become useless, it is in vain!

Sells was curious: "If there were no accidents last night, what would you ask for at the party?"

Narendra said: "It is doomed to be impossible, and it is useless to mention more."

"Actually—" Says suddenly said: "If I can do it, I can fulfill some small requirements for you."

Naryn looked deep: "..." No, you can't do it.

Sells said: "If you don't say it, how do you know that I can't do it."

—Because... Sigh.

Naryn closed his eyes, tired: "Let me be quiet."

The tone is very sad.

He was lying in his seat, as if he was enveloped in a thick black mist.

Sells said a few words of relief, trying to bring the prince who was in inexplicable grief back to his senses.

However, Naron was unmoved, and the whole person fell into a depressed mood, looking listless.

Finally, the marshal gave up his verbal comfort and instead patted him on the shoulder with his hand, silently conveying his strength.

When the car came to a stop and Sells announced that it was "here," Narren was still in a state of speechlessness.

Green vegetation, dark earth and rocks, and the familiar sunset volcano entrance just appeared in front of him. In addition to the location of the princess dinner, this is another turning point in the entire tragedy.

—So he was particularly impressed.

"Why are you here?"

Says Says: "Talking about things in a comfortable environment can get twice the result with half the effort."

He took Narren down a path, and after a few turns, a hidden door appeared in front of them.

The surrounding environment was very familiar. When I entered the small door and passed through a long corridor, the memories in my mind rushed out.

"...The hot spring club?"

Sells said, "Well, what kind of bath bag do you like? Aijia grass or vine grass?"

Narren: "..." No, I'm not interested in any of them.

While they were talking, the two again came to Sells's room last time. Looking at the bath towels and the steaming hot springs inside, a strong sense of conspiracy swept through Naren's body.

He said coldly: "I'm not used to taking a bath during the day."

Sells coaxed: "Why don't you try?"

Naron said, "Don't try."

A sigh overflowed from the marshal's mouth.

After a while, Sells didn't give up: "Did you take a bath before going to bed last night?"

Naren didn't lift his eyes: "It's too late, there shouldn't be any."

His Royal Highness, who is serious about cleanliness, sneered inwardly—

Oh, do you think this will make him succumb?

Unpredictable!

Sells observed for a while, confirmed that the opponent was firm, and sighed regretfully.

"Then have some fruit."

Narren: "???" Why the topic turned so bluntly? He has already prepared a set of rhetoric to decline!