Intergalactic Era of Gossip

By the time Naryn returned from the shortcut back to the mountainside, it was already time to eat. He quietly turned into his exclusive lounge, took off the wig on his head, removed the stubble, and took off another piece of clothing, all the way to the bed, and finally collapsed in a big font.

—However, there are still many follow-ups waiting for him to deal with.

Ten seconds later, the afflicted Prince had to drag his numb body and try to get up.

Putting on his gown again, he stood in front of the mirror and took a picture for a while, reservedly affirmed his appearance, then walked out of the room casually, calling for his attendant.

On this day, every guest who was invited to the banquet received an exquisite gift box, which was said to be a special product of the sunset volcano prepared by the prince for everyone.

Naryn also kept a copy for himself, but he replaced the specialties with a medicine bag and... a medicated bath bag. In this way, it can be taken back in a fair manner.

The medicated bath bag in the hot spring club is indeed famous and unique, and the healing effect is remarkable.

After searching and understanding with the terminal, he thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be a pity to just throw it away—Sales was annoying, but the medicated bath bag was innocent.

He decided to take a bath as soon as he got home.

The banquet was calm, and there was no unexpected situation for a long time. Everyone was happy, and Naren's appearance brought the banquet to a small climax.

But... he looked back.

Behind him were men and women with their usual faces and talking, nothing unusual. But Naren always felt that something was peeping in secret. He attributed it to the sequelae of what happened at the foot of the mountain not long ago. After thinking about it, he decided to leave it behind for the time being.

At this time, a heroic-looking woman approached him.

"His Royal Highness." She lifted the skirt and gave an old lady's gift.

Naryn recognized her and faintly replied: "Miss Mora."

Mora smiled: "Today's meal is very good, and the view of the courtyard is also pleasant."

Naren: "It's an honor for them to be liked."

There was not much familiarity and enthusiasm in his tone, but Mora knew that this was the character of Prince Charles, and she didn't mind it, and was even pleased by this kind of compliment.

She looked at the handsome and precious man in front of her, thinking that if he was willing to show his face in front of the media more, he would definitely become the second Sells and gain a large number of followers.

But this idea is too dangerous.

Few people in the circle don't know how much Shirvie didn't look down on Sells, and how much he hated irrelevant people talking about him.

Even she did not dare to challenge the Prince's bottom line. Even if he is willing to share such a high-quality man with his fans, he can't vain his personal wishes and force him to be photographed. What's more, this person is not easy to mess with.

So she actually just took a back view.

With a straight back and a tailored uniform, this man has an innate and unique temperament, which can be very noble and abstinent. But no matter what, it is not the type that can be offended at will.

She appreciates this one more than Sells.

Mora's small movements did not attract too much attention from Naryn, as if the general's daughter came to admire the food and the scenery, and soon left and walked away.

And the feeling of being spied also disappeared.

Sure enough, he was suspicious.

When the banquet came to an end, a scream erupted from the crowd.

"There are bugs!"

Naryn was silent, thinking that something was going to happen. At this moment, the personal terminal suddenly sounded, and "Mrs. Shiryl" was displayed on the screen.

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Shiryl's voice was very anxious: "Naren, do you know where Illia is?"

"Illya?" Is this little monster in trouble again?

Mrs. Shiryl: "Hurry up and watch the news, there is a girl kidnapped at the foot of the volcano at sunset! It seems to be Ilia. I contacted her terminal, but it was not connected..."

Naryn digested for a few seconds and grasped the key point: "You mean, Illiya was held hostage?"

He quickly called up the screen and saw a news feed without searching. After clicking it, a line of bold headline came into view: [Sunset at the foot of the mountain, the girl is in danger]

Giant bug? Girl?

The accident happened an hour ago, and the specific location was in the hot spring club. On that day, there was only one female guest holding an invitation letter, and the invitee above was Charles. The clubhouse also called out surveillance and released photos of the kidnapped girls.

After looking at the attached picture, Naren recognized at a glance that this was his little Lori monster.

"..."

He remembered that when he left home in the morning, he planned to take his niece out to a party, but what did the **** say? She wants to do homework!

This is the so-called "homework"?

Mrs. Shiryl was already crying anxiously.

Naren said decisively: "I'm going to find a way now, Illya will be fine."

This year is the tenth anniversary of the wedding of the eldest brother and sister-in-law. At the moment, the two of them are still traveling on the other side of the distant star field, and there is no way to come back right away.

Since they entrusted his daughter to his care before leaving, then Ilia is his responsibility.

After the communication was interrupted, Naryn hurried down the mountain. While on the way, he also contacted someone.

After the other party connected, he directly reported the location and said: "It's okay."

Naren dumbfounded: "...what?"

"I won't ignore the accident at the hot spring meeting. She is safe now." Sells's voice was as calm as ever: "I will let her tell you."

After a while, Illiya's angry voice sounded.

"Uncle!"

"Yi, Yi Liya?"

"I'm in Uncle Sells' arms, he will send me home, don't worry about me, don't have to leave dinner for me."

Naryn: "..."

This feeling is like trying hard to help others find a way, but the other party has already solved the problem, and it is a bit redundant to dislike you.

A few seconds later, a loud roar came from the Imperial Marshal's terminal.

"Yi, Li, Ya!"

Sells held the returned terminal in his hand and looked at the little Lolita, who was lying in his arms, with a happy face and unaware of howling, wondering if he should tell Naren the truth.

Naryn: "When did you get the invitation letter, and how did you get to the hot spring club? What's the matter with giant insects? Do you know if your mother is about to cry?"

Because of his anger, his voice was not soft. Illya heard it, slowly showing a small expression of guilty conscience, and approached Sells and asked, "How is she, mom?"

Narren sneered: "You're done! I'm telling you! I'll tell Mrs. Shiryl about your star-chasing, drinking, homework, and lying behavior! Then you can see how she is."

Iliya: "..."

Sells: "..."