Intergalactic Era of Gossip

There is a networking dinner in the Linton community tonight. The invitation letter from the organizer, Mrs. Vader, is distributed to the mailboxes in front of the residents along with the express robot.

Naryn once thought of retro things like postboxes, but now they can only play a decorative role, so that the door of the villa will not be monotonous. So when he saw a card on it, he thought it was quite novel.

Sayles is used to saying: "It should be a community event once a month."

He stretched out **** to pinch the card, glanced at it, and handed it to Narren: "This lady's dinner party is very interesting."

After Naren finished watching, he was slightly surprised: "Will you still participate in this kind of community activity?"

Sayles smiled: "Occasionally."

Naron asked, "Just tonight, go?"

Sells: "It depends on you."

"Me?" Naren thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, if you want to participate, I will just pick up the car and go back."

Sells: "If you are interested, we will participate."

Naryn: "...we?"

Sells: "Mrs. Vader's craftsmanship is very good, and..." He pulled back the card and showed Naren the side with the text: "You can bring a new companion."

Naryn: "..."

After a moment of silence, Naren still said: "I am not used to dealing with ladies."

Sells: "Huh? I remember the last time the sunset over the volcano, you invited many ladies to the banquet."

Hearing the four characters "Sunset Volcano", the prince's eyelids jumped, his eyes squinted, and his breath suddenly became dangerous-any words related to dark history are his painful feet.

"I also remember that you did not invite any women in the hot spring meeting." He raised his chin and gestured to the invitation card. "Like this kind of banquet, the appointments should be all women. Do you want to discuss the new dress with them? Or some promotional low-price activities?"

Sells took the card back: "In this way, it's better to stay in your own room for dinner tonight."

While talking, Sells opened the door and naturally dragged a certain prince in.

"Peng——" The door closed automatically.

The sky was already dark, the light in the living room was dim, and the marshal's expression was a bit unpredictable.

"I don't attend community events much." Sells asked people while sitting in the entrance and changing shoes, "What do you like to eat, baby? I'll make it for you."

Naryn: "..." Wait, isn't it talking about the dinner party? Why does the topic turn to the dinner menu?

Sells: "Are there any taboos?"

Narren: "No, but is it a bit..."

"Come on, take a look with me, I remember there are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator." Sells was about to pull people in, and turned around to find the other person's unwilling expression: "Naren?"

Naryn immediately raised his head, "Oh, let's go."

In any case, since he decided to try with someone, he would be serious and active. How many people in this world have the honour to taste the delicacies cooked by the Imperial Marshal himself? The performance of the other party looks very emboldened, maybe he should have certain expectations for Sells' craftsmanship.

Naryn glanced at the inside of the refrigerator, watching the stuffed ingredients, and feeling more at ease—Sales looked like a chef.

So after ordering a few dishes, he returned to the living room, ready to try a game recommended by Sells. Kicked the cotton slippers aside, the prince sitting cross-legged on the carpet holding the gamepad, feeling that he had fallen in love, as if he had been back to junior high school. The first time he came as a guest, he became unpretentious at all, which is really contrary to his usual style of doing things.

The prince who had been dating for most of the day yawned, watched the game interface displayed on the screen, and immediately sat upright and started studying.

Sells' unwilling voice came from the rear from time to time.

"Naren, how cooked is the steak?"

"Eight."

"Naren, do you want reeds to be cold or sautéed?"

"Cook the soup."

"Naren, what pattern of tableware do you like?"

"..."

A few seconds later, the unbearable prince dropped the handle and moved to the kitchen. He didn't go in either. He just leaned against the glass door and looked at the people inside with real eyes.

Sells: "..."

Naryn: "I suddenly thought of something." He knocked on the glass, his eyes had a deep meaning: "Why would you break into the security system that Uncle Gavin personally installed?"

Sells breathed a sigh of relief: "Every time there is a new system, they will use me as an experiment. In fact, Rx3.0 is very perfect in all aspects, but I am too familiar with it."

Naryn: "..."

If the old prince Angri knows the truth about his unintentional introduction of the wolf into the house, the friendship between him and the old Monte will be repaired, and it is estimated that he will face shocks again.

Naryn said again: "Remember the old guy in the courtroom?"

This title is not very polite, and Sells has a keen sense of who he is referring to: "Chief Judge? He is a fair adjudicator."

Fair enough... Even though Sean had been arrested and imprisoned, he still had a grudge about the night the scepter was stolen.

Naryn said: "I heard that he was still running for the scepter a few days ago, because he firmly believes that there are worms and stars hidden in the imperial capital. If...there is really another trial, we must first give a confession. ."

Sells paused for a few seconds: "Baby, we weren't that night..."

Naryn swept across him in a chill: "There is no need for this kind of thing to be made public."

The Imperial Marshal put down the spoon, his expression looked serious: "This will complicate a simple matter. And we already..."

Naron coughed.

Sells suggested: "In fact, you can also communicate with the judge in private. Just explain the matter. We all have an alibi."

Naryn said nothing.

Sells: "..."

After a long time, the prince did not speak any clever words to persuade the other party, but uttered four words calmly.

"A confession."

Sells: "..."

After clarifying the relationship, the prince did not even have the effort to make excuses, and he was inexplicably emboldened.

The mighty and unyielding Imperial Marshal really lived up to expectations and nodded and gestured: "Okay, baby."

His cooperation also changed to a positive look in his sweetheart as he wished.

After the prince had told his whole perfect plan, Sells felt a sense of admiration. This kind of nonsense excuse, through the polish of the person in front of him, makes the whole thing look like that. And it is difficult for him to find any breakthrough to prove his lie.

Naren added: "This is just the worst. We have to be prepared to prevent problems before they happen."

"Don't worry, even if there is a second trial, I will accompany you." Sells happily leaned forward and squeezed something into the mouth of the young internet addict.

"!!!" Some long slippery object got into the mouth.

The prince's face was green.

"How does Relue taste raw?" Sells said as he stuffed a stick into his mouth.

Naron was in pain: "Like a bug squirming in his mouth."

Sells: "...This is a plant."

Naryn turned around, in a posture that he didn't want to be disturbed anymore.

Sayles explained: "It will be juicy and sweet when chewed."

But this can't erase the trauma of the prince. He hasn't been "fed" for more than ten years. This kind of unexpected "childlike incident" made him defenseless.

The doorbell rang at this time.

The lid of the boiling pot was restlessly against the rising water vapor, and Sells hurriedly took care of the soup and waved Naren to look outside.

Naryn held a mouth of worm-shaped reed, chewed tentatively, the taste was rather crispy, and the taste was indeed a little sweet. But the reeds that have not been boiled with water seem to have no motivation to say anything. Next time he has to find a time to talk to Sells, and he can't let him feed himself weird and suspicious food.

With such thoughts in mind, Naren turned around and prepared to go out, reacting at the critical moment, and asked: "It must be you." This is the first time he has come to this place.

Says thinks about it, so he put the spoon into the Prince's hands: "Then I will go and have a look, help me watch the fire."

Naren: "..." Green eyes rolled around, staring at the kitchen utensils in his hands. Who would tell him how to use this stuff?

As soon as Sells opened the door, he met a familiar smiling face.

"Meet again." The gray-haired lady was kind and graceful: "I know you probably won't be able to come to my dinner tonight."

Sels respectfully said: "Mrs. Vader."

Mrs. Vader wore a long golden dress with an elegant look. She could vaguely see her youthful demeanor, and she smiled.

"Haha, this is a small snack that I made by myself. I made a double portion of everything. You, and your guest, can taste it together."

Sells smiled and reached out to take the woven basket full of food: "He will like it, thank you Madam."

Mrs. Vader glared at him: "Rather than verbally thank you, I want to see which powerful person made Asha's most popular man hide himself in the house."

Sells: "..."

Mrs. Vader: "Why is this expression?"

Sayles didn't laugh.

Mrs. Vader was very meaningful: "Can't you say it yet?"

Sells: "You will know."

Mrs. Vader also laughed. This neighbor boy looked like any other young man in love she had ever seen before. When talking about his sweetheart, even his eyes were smiling.

It's a pity that I couldn't see the other party's appearance through the opportunity of sending snacks. Otherwise, with her sisters for most of her life, she would definitely be able to dig out all the details of the other party in just one minute.

Chapter 88 [Military Gossip] People are always keen to put two good-looking people together.

Before Mrs. Vader left, she made another invitation, and found that the other party did not intend to do so, she could only sigh and leave.

Selce returned to the kitchen with a cookie, and was about to continue his reed broth, but when he stepped into the kitchen, he smelled an unusual smell in the air. The sweet and slightly burnt smell made him inexplicably nervous, and the prince whom he had entrusted to look after for a while was leisurely leaning against the wall, his fingers flapping on the terminal screen.

If the smell is ignored, the whole picture completely satisfies Sells's expectation of life with companions in the future.

Can--

"What's scorched?"

The prince who was questioned didn't even lift his eyelids, "Maybe something went wrong."

——There is no doubt that the problem is inevitable.

Sells put the woven basket in his arms into Naryn’s arms, and was about to roll his sleeves to check it out. At a glance, he found that the heat he adjusted changed to a strong fire mode at some point, and the spoon on the side was covered with it. Suspicious liquid.

Sells: "..."

What else does he don't understand.

Naren was a little embarrassed by his gaze, turned sideways and retorted: "Your soup seems to be mushy on its own."

Sells opened the lid of the pot, the young white reeds had turned into a charred black color, but the soup was intact.

How did you do it?

Such a unique effect is truly amazing, and the innocent and unknowing expression of the instigator makes it impossible to say anything to blame. Sells could only play stupid: "It seems to be really muddled."

Naryn leaned forward and asked cautiously, "Can you still drink?"

Sells shook his head.

Naron: "...it's a pity." The gray-green eyes flashed with frustration, looking sincere.

Sells touched the opponent's soft extra, signalling not to be too sad, he has a way. The Marshal's method is very simple-there are enough ingredients in the refrigerator, and he can completely discard the "suddenly broken" reed silk and make other things.

Naren pursed his lips, looking very well-behaved.

Sells said again: "Ms. Vader's small dessert, if you are hungry, you can cushion your stomach first."

Naryn didn’t do anything. He was holding a basket of cookies, sitting obediently by the side to accompany him quietly-as early as when he couldn’t help but adjust the heat, he realized that it’s not good, and it ended up just like him. As expected, the soup was messy. Sells didn't blame anything, whether it was due to the goodness of the face, or something else, Naren, as the wrong party, was unavoidable and guilty.

He secretly regretted seeing Sells dumping the failed dishes into the trash can without changing his face. The relationship between the two of them has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past few days, which has left him even the most basic guest etiquette.

Sells didn't say a single word, and even after noticing the nervousness of the people around him, he felt in a good mood.

In the process of tidying up the kitchen, he found several strange and suspicious traces. With his lack of imagination, it is difficult for Sells to know what exactly this prospective partner did to his kitchen in the few minutes he went out to talk to Mrs. Vader?

Although there were twists and turns in the middle of the journey, Naren managed to eat the delicacies prepared by the owner himself at the Monte’s house. The craftsmanship is not as good as he thought, but it is enough. When everything is over, the sun star has already sunk into the other half of the planet. With the soft moonlight shining on the periphery, he unknowingly spent a whole day at Sells's house.

Sells looked at the sky and tactfully expressed his welcome to stay at any time.

Of course Naron would not stay overnight, it was a bit too advanced for him.

When he returned, Sells wanted to see off by car, but the prince who had a car waved his hand and drove his car away from Linton Community. Sells stood at the door of his home for a long time, watching the car in front of him drift away until it turned into a small black spot, no longer visible.

This time the "home visit" seemed to have opened a gap, and the relationship between the two of them officially continued to heat up at a rate that can be seen every day. The sour smell of love is so unconcealed that even Yaming Charvey felt it was abnormal. First of all, the big doubt is that his little brother who has no hobbies has become homeless these days. Every time he comes back, he will bring gifts in his hand, sometimes some food, sometimes some weird things.

And his daughter Ilia was silent day by day, her beautiful eyes were dim and colorless, which made Yaming felt a little relief, at least it put an end to the possibility of becoming Sayles' father-in-law, didn't she?

Not only the close people smelled the abnormal aura, the wind direction of the imperial capital also changed silently.

The people in the military department first realized an unusual subtlety—their upright and noble marshals seemed to no longer be the role models of the military department who used to work hard.

Even the vacations are fine. What makes people uncomfortable is that the "simple and frugal" marshal has frequently replaced the sky-high-priced sports car recently, and he has become more and more sophisticated in his outfit.

The mighty lion in the past has transformed into a male peacock who is always showing off, or the type of extremely swagger in the "courtship" state.

A group of followers felt uncomfortable, and the news of the "empire marshal secretly leaving the order" seemed to be pushed forward by a pair of invisible giant hands. What makes it even more uncomfortable is that Sells, their great leader, spiritual guide and life goal, was forced to get involved with his political opponents every time.

Naryn Charvey, this person has always been unfriendly to them...

How ignorant are the people on StarNet to pull these two people together?

"It seems that Charvy has appeared in public, and a handwritten letter from him spread out on the Internet. The writing is very good." A loyal military subordinate showed disdain: "That group of respectable nobles will always be trained in this area... …Just words."

"The person who posted the picture saw Xia Erwei. No matter how bad the other person’s personality is, he does look good. A man of good blood and good looks, plus a good hand... The crowd was deceived. ."

"But what does that have to do with our marshal?" The burly young general was puzzled.

"People are always keen to put two good-looking people together." The speaker looked very emotional, "Even people who have a bad relationship with each other can develop an earth-shattering beautiful love in people's minds—— What's more, the relationship between the Marshal and Charles is indeed quite complicated. Have you read the popular analysis posts recently?"

"About what?"

"Come on, I'll send it to you. From the one-night stand to the trial, it's plausible. He cited many details that can prove the relationship between the Marshal and Charles. To be honest, I almost believed it."

The other party did not take it, but pointed to the front with a complicated expression.

"..."

For a long time after this, the generals and generals of the military have not been able to forget this special day.

As they gathered to chat about the gossip of the boss, they drove into a familiar car outside the window. A group of people with excellent memories almost recognized the car in the next second.

It is said that there is a long history of rift with his boss, so that every time he meets Prince Naryn, who is not very harmonious and friendly, the legendary political enemy and opponent-now he even drove the car to the military headquarters?

Are you confident? Will it be openly provocative?

Prince Charvey's move was undoubtedly bold and took them too far.

However, it didn't take long before everyone was suddenly extinguished by the slight fire.

Because they saw their boss coming down from the other's car beaming, and through the glass windows, they could feel the smell of happiness permeating the marshal's body.

"I already believed it." Someone broke the silence.

On this day, Sells had to go back to the military department to handle official duties, and Naron had to go to the next door to follow up on Lan Chong. His little friend, Lei Da, finally chose to hand over his sweetheart to the motherland. It is said that he has been in succession. Three days were spent outside the prison.

——Entrusted by the old earl, he has to go and persuade people to go home.

So he came here by the way with a busy pragmatist.

"Then I'm leaving." Sells whispered to him.

Naryn signaled that he could get out of the car: "What time does it end?"

Sells reported the time.

Naren frowned: "Does your military headquarters take so long to meet?"

Sells was helpless: "Baby, I'll go back by myself."

The tone is really pitiful.

Naron thought for a while, "It's really too late. Or is it about the Alta galaxy?"

Sells nodded.

"I thought your left and right hands were great." Naren couldn't help but stabbed a few words. "This matter hasn't been resolved yet?"

Sells: "The refugees’ hometown was full of war, and when they got here, they were misunderstood because of their appearance. Their encounter in Asha was passed back to the Alta Galaxy, so...there was a truce there, and they began to work together to seek justice for their compatriots. ."

Naryn: "..."

"Warlikeness is the natural temperament of the Alta people. If it is not handled well, this can easily become their reason for starting a war." Sayles explained.

The simple-minded, energetic, and noble Yashas did not understand the ideas of militants very well.

Sells glanced at the time, took the opportunity to hug the sullen prince, and "tweeted" a few mouthfuls toward his face.

Naryn wiped his face and watched Sells's back gradually leaving, "Peng" had to close the car door.

Although it is suspected of being threatened by war, such things are not uncommon. The consequences of war in the interstellar age are far more serious than in any previous era. There is not much difference between the effects of throwing one particle bomb at high altitude and throwing a hundred particle bombs.

What's more, the two galaxies are too far apart, and the transition technology of the Alta galaxy is not enough to support this kind of inter-galactic war.

But it's also an annoying thing to keep dragging on.

For Narren, he also faced a thing that would be annoying if it dragged on.

"So you plan to make your home here?" Naren's tone was a little impatient, "Since I have made up my mind to send people here, I should understand that Langa is not a generous person. On the contrary, he must report.

Levitra said nothing. His face was sad, and his whole person exuded a deep sense of depression. He was far from the once vigorous emperor as a young man.

"Naren, should I accompany him to Chongxing?" Lelida thought very much: "Maybe he can know my sincerity...I like him, and I have seriously considered preparing to live with him. , But now this situation... He looked angry when I closed my eyes, as if I had committed an unforgivable crime."

For Langa, what Lelida did was really "unforgivable", but—

"He was only detained for a month." Naren pointed out ruthlessly. "Rather than staying here, I advise you to go home and clean up, at least...a little tidy."