Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Yaming was not the only one who was about to be overwhelmed by the confusing and confusing sense. On the "Sari" main ship, the officers sat opposite each other, looking at each other. They will participate in the Marginal Star dispute. After receiving the task, they will be ready to board the aircraft and ship early, and will only wait for everyone to arrive and set off.

But now, basically everyone is here, except for their boss, Marshal Sayles Monte.

"Where is the marshal?"

As Sells' most respected adjutant, Andre was asked this question again.

"When the time is up, people will naturally appear."

He was stern, his tone alienated. But he couldn't help sighing inside, especially wanting to tell them-don't ask, he wants to know the answer more than others.

Since Sells approached someone, it was difficult for the adjutant to figure out the whereabouts of his superiors. Occasionally, the communication that is not very urgent will face the situation of being hung up ruthlessly.

He can only say: "It's not the time for assembly yet." The implication was that the marshal was not late.

The officers looked dumbfounded.

They understand the truth, but in fact, the marshal never made them wait. This is probably the first time they have met since joining the military.

Could it be that something unexpected happened? But the adjutant's demeanor looked very determined, but it seemed that they were making a fuss.

Facing a pair of curious and eager eyes, Andelie turned around indifferently, leaving everyone with an unpredictable back. After turning to no one's corner, he took out the terminal and tried to contact a certain mysteriously missing person. However, when he looked at the screen interface, he could not press the communication button for a long time.

Although Sells has many reputations and is sought after, in fact...this seems to be the first time that his superiors fall in love.

His eyes were dim, after all he didn't urge the other party-or bother.

He shouldn't ask him so unconsciously. Maybe he should adjust his working status as soon as possible, get used to the new work and rest after his superiors fall in love, relax the standards to a greater extent, and respect the freedom of love of others?

After all, Sells was not late.

The entangled adjutant gave up his plan to disturb his superiors, and the opponent didn't let him wait too long. With ten minutes left before the appointed time, the door of the starship opened. Andre looked back, and saw that the marshal who everyone was looking forward to, after being carefully dressed up today, did not look like going to a marginal star on a mission at all, on the contrary...

"In one hour we will pass by Yasha's biggest transit star. There are many interesting things there. Last time the beard was..."

"Sales." Naren stopped the conversation warningly.

The marshal closed his mouth, but did not smile.

——It's like a public appointment.

Andre twitched the corner of his mouth, foreseeing that the next task would not be simple anymore.

It was the first time that Naron had logged into Sells's warship in his own name. The interior layout of the warship is like his master, without any fancy. However, if you observe carefully, you can still find that the mediocre equipment actually brings together the latest technology of Yasha.

To enter the main cabin, one needs to pass through a long corridor, and the two sides of the corridor are equidistant circular metal doors. Andre was standing at the end of the corridor, seeming to be waiting for someone.

Naryn nodded slightly from a few meters away and greeted someone he knew.

Andrei returned with the same etiquette.

Sells explained the situation in a few words, and then signaled that Andre was ready to set off.

Andre restrained: "It will take ten hours to reach the destination. I will prepare a room for His Royal Highness."

Sells waved his hand: "No, I will make arrangements."

Andre: "..." The perception of public travel has become stronger. He struggled a bit and said, "Okay."

The Marshal's arrangement was very simple. He led the newcomer Naryn directly to his lounge.

The rooms in the starship are mainly practical, large in size, beautiful and natural, and not as good as the houses of two people in the imperial capital. But for bachelors, it's more than enough.

The room should have been specially cleaned, it was spotlessly clean, and a few basic pieces of furniture were neatly arranged. When Sells came in, he threw Naren's luggage directly on the lattice bed, then pulled the tight shirt, and stared at Naren with a casual smile.

So the prince looked at him without blinking, as if waiting for the other person to speak first. In the end he was defeated and spoke first: "Where is my room?"

Sells sighed melanly.

Naryn was indifferent-in a situation like this with only a narrow single bed, it was uncomfortable for two adult men to huddle together.

"Next door." Sells pointed in the direction and patted the vacant bed next to him. "The cleaning machine hasn't finished work. Come and sit here first."

Sit down?

sit down.

He didn't want to produce anything with the cleaning machine at work. Naryn sank into the single sofa of the small guest room with peace of mind.

During this period, he also received sincere condolences from His Majesty the Emperor, and his cousin who successfully picked up the beloved insect from Yamin Charvy was very excited. Across the terminal, Naron could imagine the other person smiling. After finishing the call, he also received a photo of his big cousin and the body of Xijin-the eight-legged fat insect stared at a pair of melancholy and deep eyes, lying firmly on the top of the emperor's head.

The eldest cousin who is over 30 wearing an "eight-legged crown" seems to be enjoying himself.

The prince frowned, disagreeing with this act of scribbling on a disagreement. This kind of stupid selfie doesn't have to be spread out.

The selfie enthusiast Marshal poked his head from behind him and glanced at him: "Speaking of which, we haven't taken a photo seriously yet."

Naryn looked at him faintly and called up a familiar photo.

——The two people in front of the Ai Boluo Medical Center looked harmonious and intimate against the advertising slogan on the banner behind them.

Sells: "..."

Naryn quickly closed the group photo, pointed to his head, and changed the subject: "Hijin has recovered and has some changes in personality, but it gives me the same feeling."

Sells leaned behind the seat, and didn't look much surprised after hearing the news.

Naron asked: "He is a worm, don't you doubt it?"

"I believe in you."

Naryn shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't put this on my head. No matter what happens in the future, Luye will take full responsibility."

Sayles was funny: "A unified caliber again?"

The prince narrowed his eyes: "The facts do not need to be unified. If things like the missing scepter happen in the future, the reason can only be that the emperor carelessly lost it." He thought for a while and said: "Don't want me to block it anymore. once."

Sells nodded, "You are right, and I will also testify for you."

Naryn nodded in satisfaction: "Of course."

The imperial marshal and the prince smiled at each other, and in silence, reached a certain "shadow" deal.

Sells leaned down, approached Narren’s ear, and whispered softly: "The other people's business is over. Should we talk about our own problems?"

Naryn's eyes flickered, and he turned to look at him.

"What do you want to talk about?"

The marshal watched him quietly. Since the two picked it up, except for the active kiss after Naryn came to the door the next day, they inexplicably entered the pure love mode of holding hands only, and even the "greetings" every night were omitted.

"You are getting used to me." Sayles said firmly: "Get used to my existence, allow me to approach..."

As he spoke, Naryn felt warm power on his shoulders, and Sells slowly embraced his hands from behind, bringing half of his body into his arms.

"But besides being used to it, I hope more..."

With a hot sniff across his earlobes, as if he was about to burn his whole person to death, Naryn tightened his lips and waited quietly for the second half of Sells's words.

"I want to take you around on the starship, okay?"

Naryn heard it.

——This is obviously not an ordinary "turn around".

The group of people on the starship belonged to another circle of Sells. It occupied most of the life of the Imperial Marshal, and Naryn knew very little about it. At this moment, Sells personally led him over.

If the other party wants to introduce someone into his circle, it must have made a long-term plan.

As early as when he agreed to set off with Sells, he had a vague hunch that Sells had no idea of ​​avoiding suspicion about their relationship-and indeed there was no need to avoid suspicion.

It's just that the beginning of the two men seemed to be a shadow, and it had hung the prince's mood for a long time. Even with the ever-changing developments, he still seems to have not recovered from the state of "struggling to cover everything."

Sells is still waiting for answers.

Naryn avoided his embrace, got up and stood up, without much emotion on his face.

He said, "I will do another day."

As soon as the voice fell, the marshal's faint eyes darkened a bit, as if layers of black fog began to spread from him.

Naryn turned a blind eye and pretended not to pay attention, and took out the juice from the cabinet. The gray-green eyes were half-dangling and half-closed, concealing all the eager emotions.

——If the marshal can withdraw from the sadness of being turned down, he will be aware of the familiar prelude to someone's mischief.

"Oh, yes. I need a plan of the starship." Naren asked, "Every door in the promenade looks too similar." And the promenade was crooked and walked around. It's a lot of mental effort.

Sells suddenly raised his hand to be silent.

Naryn looked at it puzzledly. I saw the marshal let go of his footsteps and slowly moved to the door of the room.

Naren followed with light movements.

Sells put his hand on the doorknob, pressed it down a few seconds later, and the door opened quickly. At the same time, the Marshal turned sideways, and with several screams one after another, the young men in imperial military uniforms fell in a series of embarrassment.