Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The restaurant is located on a lively old street outside the sunset volcano.

Old Street is well-known on the Internet, but its location is very remote. Many tourists who dislike the high prices in the scenic area and have conducted surveys on the surrounding food will eventually choose to walk for half an hour to spend on the old street.

Sells was a little surprised when he learned of the restaurant's low-price positioning.

Naryn caught his emotional changes and educates: "Food is more about taste, not storefront and price."

Sells was noncommittal.

The words are not wrong, but from someone with a picky aura, there is always a sense of subtlety.

Speaking of food, His Royal Highness, who had been worried for a long time, was already hungry. He glanced at the speedometer in front of Sells and frowned, "Slow down."

The car is in the self-starting state, the route and speed have been set, and the two of them are now in the empty state with their backs on their backs.

Sells: "Which gear is I used to? I can do it."

So Naren leaned out half of his body, stretched out his finger to poke the setting panel, and increased the speed column by two gears. After clicking to confirm, the car dashed out.

"It's the latest R-class sports car, it's really fast." Naren's expression is very reserved: "There are still several speeds, do you mind if I try it?"

Sells is empathetic: "Of course, we can even change positions."

The two did not change their seats. Naryn leaned his body and jabbed his fingers several times quickly. After the last column started, the whole car trembled for three seconds, and then rushed forward at the speed of a roller coaster dive.

Sells: "..."

Gray-green eyes seemed to glow.

So the originally scheduled half-hour journey ended in only eight minutes.

Naryn got out of the car contentedly and led Sells into the box reserved by the terminal.

Dim yellow lights illuminate the two-person box, and soothing light music flows gently. Naryn took the menu from the waiter and handed it back to him after ordering it. When the waiter retired, only he and Sells were left sitting opposite each other in the box.

Naryn hesitated and opened the topic: "So many soldiers on Langton Street are there to guard the bugs?"

Sells: "He is a worm."

Even if it is a worm, there is no need to mobilize an army to take care of it.

Sells seemed to understand the doubts in his heart, and said: "It was also the insect who took the scepter."

Naryn digested the amount of information in it, and instantly understood: "Do you suspect that the scepter was stolen by a gold-eater?"

Sells shook his head: "It's not stealing, it's snatching. Your Majesty has fought against someone, but fortunately he was not injured."

Naryn: "..."

He couldn't imagine the scene of Xijin fighting against His Majesty the Emperor.

However, the scene of Higgin playing against Sells is vivid in his eyes-it seems that there is no other remarkable place except for running fast on eight legs. If the acting skills are good and it is a bonus, then Hijin's combat effectiveness can have six points.

Full score is one hundred.

So he sneered at Sells's suspicion.

If Higgin can grab the moving scepter, he will have the last name of Sells.

Sells threw another message: "Emperor has the internal response of the insects."

Naryn looked at him.

Sells asked: "Who do you think it will be?"

Naryn was puzzled.

Who will it be?

In the past few days, I have been guarding against exposure of something, trying my best to cover up the truth, and I can't spare any extra energy to think about other things.

He was somewhat inexplicable: "How do I know?"

At this time, a knock on the door sounded, and several waiters pushed the food cart into the box and began to arrange dishes for them.

The food that Naren ordered is very rich, with signature dishes as well as popular classic dishes, as well as a plate of exquisite pastries.

Sells's red wine was also on the table, but his eyes fell on the green unidentified drink in front of Narren.

Sells: "The juice looks very special."

Naren followed his gaze and thought: Of course, this is a specialty drink in the store. It has received rave reviews and must be ordered when entering the store. So he politely said: "Do you want to change it?"

Sells nodded, seeming really interested.

Naryn: "..."

So he watched as the juice in his hand was taken away.

Sells pursed his lips and took a sip: "It tastes good."

Naryn: "..."

Before the prince’s grievances turned into substance, Sells returned to the interrupted topic: "Where did you go? Nei Ying. Yes, in addition to Nei Ying, there are accomplices."

Naryn: "Oh, comrade." He forks a piece of grilled meat and stuffs it into his mouth. The delicious flavor spreads between his lips and tongue, just like the evaluation of it on the Internet, the flavor is excellent.

Sells: "Just today, I played against him."

Naren paused with the knife and fork in his hand: "How is he?"

Sells seemed to smile: "Impressive."

Naryn once again stuffed a piece of barbecue into his mouth, then put down the knife and fork, looking directly at him with a pair of eyes, waiting for the next step.

Sells: "I have let him escape twice."

Naryn sincerely praised: "Then he must be very smart and very powerful."

Sells touched his chin and gave a pertinent evaluation: "His serious and nonsense appearance is particularly interesting."

Naryn: "..." Interesting?

Sells picked up the knife and fork and was about to eat, but found that the person on the other side was silent, "What's the matter?"

Naryn took a sip of red wine, the astringent taste filled his mouth, covering and dispelling the previously beautiful barbecue aroma: "So, the current situation is that a worm and star person got into the dinner party and snatched the scepter from his majesty. Not only that, he was in The imperial capital also has an inner Ying and an accomplice... Is there a list of suspects?"

Sells: "I'm investigating."

Naren didn't believe it, and sarcastically said, "Isn't the guards found that you are not your one-night stand?"

Naron continued: "I have heard about this matter. If you want me to say that on your terms, few people will avoid it for fear. If the other party is unwilling to come forward, it is most likely that there is hardship. For example, Is he married? He doesn't have any love? Or maybe he doesn't feel worthy of you... age, appearance, and even status, in all aspects. You should know that people are drunk and don't pick someone."

Sells: "..."

Naryn said with great emphasis: "Sometimes, it may not be a good thing to find out the truth. If the other person is a bad old man... well, I just give a worst hypothesis. So this kind of thing, let it go, don't deliberately search for the result."

Sells was silent for a long time, and the dark color in his drooping eyes seemed to touch deeply.

"You are right, but I still want to find him."

Naron wondered: "Why?" Where did this obsession come from!

Sells shook his head without answering.

"But... he shouldn't be because of his own conditions."

Naryn became wary.

Sells raised his right hand slightly, his gaze fell on his palm: "Although he can't remember what he looks like, but..."

Naryn's eyelids jumped wildly, and suddenly there was a bad feeling.

Sells: "His skin is as smooth as satin, and he has a very beautiful body. His crying and crying look should be very charming, because when I remember this, his emotions will become...different."

The metal knife and fork hit the plate with a crisp sound.

Narren said blankly: "Sorry, I'm not used to talking about these topics with others at dinner."

These topics?

Having spent many years in the barracks and witnessed the jokes and jokes among various men, Sells was occasionally affected. Obviously, this is not something that the prince who has received advanced etiquette lessons from the nobility since childhood can adapt.

Sells looked at the stern face of the opposite person, but his attention was attracted by the red ears of the opposite person.

The black-haired marshal took another sip of the green juice, with interest in his eyes—His Royal Highness, who had always been hostile in the impression, occasionally embarrassed, seemed much pleasing to the eye.