Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Sells looked at the line, feeling that this was what a little liar would say, and he could be so confident.

[I will wait for your appointment on a whim with a gift. 】

After staying for a while, there was no message from the other side. He switched to the contact interface with Naren and found that this self-esteem colleague was really angry. Seeing the repeated questioning, Sells could almost imagine him sneering again and again.

The relationship between the two finally eased has been repeatedly challenged, and this time it was Naren who offered the invitation to show her favor. It seemed that it was really wrong to do so by herself.

After thinking about it, Sells sent a communication request directly.

"What's the matter?" Naren's voice sounded calm.

Sells explained the reversal on the grounds that he was going to meet an important person tomorrow.

Naryn grinned.

Don't the people of the Charvy family can afford the term "important person" anymore?

Don't think he doesn't know: all you want to meet is a trivial little person.

Sells understood the first half of the meaning behind the sneer.

"We can another day..."

"No need." Naryn interrupted him, and calmly said that he would not be too difficult for others. The party was up to you and I wanted to. He also emphasized that he overestimated the friendship between the two and made a sudden request.

Sells: "..."

"It's late the marshal." Naryn paused for a moment: "Good night is not good, so be it."

There was a hung-up beep from the terminal.

This is indeed the consistent style of Xia Erwei, grasping the key to condemn, sonorously and forcefully, without mercy.

But today, Sells didn't want to continue tit-for-tat with him.

Naryn thought that his powerful accusation would make Sells fall into self-blame and regret, but he never expected that half a minute after he interrupted the communication, the communicator rang again.

Can it work?

At least a few seconds should be set aside to repent of the breach of contract!

What's more, he definitely won't go...he doesn't like beards, let alone risking his identity to meet an annoying guy!

The good holiday mood was completely destroyed. He threw the communicator in the drawer and decided to ignore it for now.

The next day, the prince wore two huge dark circles again.

When eating breakfast, Illiya said earnestly: "Uncle, it's not good to stay up late."

Naryn glanced at her: "Okay, the terminal will be confiscated tonight, lest you play until wee hours again."

Eliya was stunned. The innocent blue eyes burst with tears, and his face was full of despair, unable to accept the unexpected bad news.

Naryn: "It's almost time for the exam, so you should take your heart out. If you take the last place this time, no one will be able to save you when your eldest brother comes back."

Illiya wailed loudly and threw herself into the arms of the old Prince Charvey who had just entered the door.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Uncle scared me!"

Naryn looked up, met his father's serious face, and immediately sat upright: "...Father, father, why are you here?"

The old Prince Charvey picked up his granddaughter and sat beside Naryn and said, "The Hunting Festival is coming. Of course I am back to participate in the celebration."

Naryn nodded and said yes.

"You should also take care of it. I heard that your Majesty has given you the preparation work this time?"

Naron said yes.

"Do it well and don't make any mistakes."

Naron continued to say good father.

"..."

The old prince got up suddenly, and Naron raised his head, his gray-green eyes flickered.

"I come back to see you, you can't say a good word."

Naryn blinked and said tentatively, "Father, it's really nice to see you."

The old prince was silent.

He put down his granddaughter, leaned over and gave the younger son a huge hug.

"Um!"

Naren, who was overwhelmed by his father's love, let out his eyes, and couldn't help trembling in his heart-he was so scared to death.

If time goes back several decades, the influence of the old prince in the empire is no less than that of Sells today. The only difference between the two is that he is not keen on idol worship, nor does he like to show his face in front of the public, so he didn't get too many fans.

When Naryn saw this iron-blooded and majestic father, his heart was always worried.

Even now he is an adult and has a good temper, but in front of his mighty old father, he is as well-behaved as a pupil.

"This time I went out, I brought you gifts."

The old prince took out a delicate little box, "Illya."

The named little Lolita happily accepted the gift.

The old prince threw a dagger again and "Kang Dang" hit Naren's table.

He almost suspected that his father would say something in the next second: "Come on."

But not—

"This is the weapon I entrusted an old friend to forge for you."

Naren held up the dagger honestly, and hesitated: "Father, the emperor has weapon control... knives cannot be carried with you."

Some streets and large shopping malls have security inspection systems. Unless you install a passable disk on the terminal, once you bring suspicious knives, half a day will be spent on security inspection.

The old prince: "Who told you to take it with you!"

Naryn immediately replied and understood his father.

The old prince said angrily: "This can also be an ornamental weapon for collection."

Naryn said he must put it away and watch it every morning, afternoon and evening.

The gift from the father was too heavy, and he wanted to worship it with a pious attitude.

The old prince hadn't used breakfast before he came, so Naron ordered the waiter to make another one.

During this time, Naryn was asked if anything important happened recently. He saved the entanglement between himself and Sells and briefly described the matter about the scepter.

The old prince asked some other questions, and Naron bit the bullet and answered them one by one.

"Do you have a favorite?"

Naryn was stunned, with a dazed expression.

The old prince coughed: "This time I met a good friend from high school when I went out. Her niece is a lecturer at a key college in the Imperial Capital. She is about the same age as you, so..."

Naron: "Your friend's niece is my sister. I will take good care of her."

The old prince: "..."

Elia smiled happily: "Grandpa, I want an aunt, and so can my uncle!"

Naryn glanced at her lightly.

"Father, I am very worried about Ilia's education."

Iliya: "..."

He first talked about Yiliya's general performance during this period, and then specifically described her deeds of sneaking to the hot spring club with the invitation letter, and successfully brought the topic to others.

Three generations of grandparents had a lively conversation that lasted for several hours.

Naryn lowered his eyelids and quietly glanced at the time, unknowingly it was almost nine o'clock.

Sells is about 13:00.

No... He doesn't plan to go to the appointment and pay attention to these things.

The old prince squinted: "Naren?"

"What's the matter?" He sat up straight.

"Your mother went early, and Gal never made me worry about it, but you... the Monte family has a target, and you have to hurry up."

Naryn: "Sells loses his virtue after drinking, how can this be considered a target?"

The old prince heard his dissatisfaction from the younger son’s tone and said: “But he already has a goal. If you don’t like teachers, General Iss also contacted me a few days ago. He has a daughter. You should recognize him, named Mo. Pull, you can see her more when you have time."

Naryn sneered.

Not long ago, I saw a picture of the bearded man standing in front of the clubhouse from Sells, and learned that it came from a live broadcast platform. After that, he searched for it and found that the anchor was actually Miss Mora.

He even saw his back in her photo album, which should have been taken at the sunset volcano gathering.

No wonder he always felt something peeping at him that day, it was not an illusion.

The old prince slapped the table: "Correct your expression!"

Naryn quickly withdrew his sneer and looked at him blankly.

"Huh!" Facing such an obedient son, the old prince only felt depressed.

After breakfast, the old prince announced that he would end his retirement life in the country and move back to the Charvey house.

His room is always cleaned, so he can move in without much effort. Naryn stuffed his troublesome niece to his old father and sneaked back to the room by himself.

Today is a public holiday, so it should be a good time to play and rest. However, Naryn didn't have the slightest joy.

He was caught in a difficult choice.

While thinking, an email came from the workaholic Marshall. After Naren clicked on it, it was found that it was the final list of the hunting festival. Suddenly thinking of what Sells said to him last night, he replied the email.

[Plus Sells and me. 】

Marshall returned three huge question marks.

[Sales has made it clear to me that he will participate in this year's hunt, and I will also participate. 】

Marshall sent a full stop.

Naron thought to himself that this kind of work attitude would lead to wearing shoes.

At noon, the old prince plans to take his granddaughter and youngest son out to dinner. Naryn declined on the grounds of busy business.

Then he opened the window of the room and lay on the bench to catch the sun.

"Didi."

The communicator held in his hand suddenly sounded.

Naryn sat up awkwardly, found himself overreacting, spit in his heart, and then opened the message unhurriedly.

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Huge selfie.

Sells propped his forehead with one hand, a ridiculous beard crooked on his handsome face.

[I tried it, how can I not wear it well, is there any trick? 】

Naryn: "..."

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Sells sent another picture of the indoor environment. Through the glass windows, it was vaguely recognizable as Langdon Street.

However, this picture looks a bit familiar...I can't remember it for a while.

Naryn held the communicator, lowered his head, and remained motionless in the same posture.

The attendant passing by the window almost thought something was wrong, but saw his moody prince straighten up and closed the window "Peng".

After a while, Naryn, who changed into a pure black suit, walked out of the room. His short black hair was soft and clean, the tail was slightly curled, his gray-green eyes turned half a circle, his expression was reserved and proud, and his body exuded a breath of careful care. .

Attendant: "..."

Like a male peacock with the screen turned on, Naren also selected a sports car from the garage, and walked away under the watchful eyes of the attendants.

4843 Langton Street.

He discovered that this was the shop where he was sexually harassed last time.

Naryn frowned, seeming to recall the unpleasant scene.

The waiter who received him was still the one who had a familiar face and called the security for him to drive people away.

"Hello, is there an appointment?"

Naryn glanced around the hall and said directly: "Take me to the box area."

The box of the coffee shop is semi-enclosed, through the partition gap, you can see the vague silhouette of the person inside.

He separated his mind and observed the scenes outside the windows on both sides, and finally found the angle suitable for Sells's self-portrait, and stopped.

"Sir, there is already someone inside."

Naron nodded: "I just think he is a bit familiar."

He turned around and said, "Like some dishonest guy."