Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The restaurant is located on a lively old street on the outskirts of 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 investigated the surrounding delicacies will eventually choose to walk for half an hour to the old street for consumption.

Sells was a little surprised when he learned of the restaurant's cheap positioning.

Naren captured his emotional changes and educated: "Food focuses on taste, not storefronts and prices."

Sells was noncommittal.

There is nothing wrong with the words, but there is always a sense of subtlety when they are spoken from someone with a critical aura.

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

The car is in the self-starting state, the route and speed have been set, and the two of them are now sitting back and forth in the empty state.

Sells: "Which gear are you used to? I can do both."

So Naren leaned out half of his body, stretched out his fingers and poked the setting panel, and accelerated the speed column by two gears.After clicking confirm, the car rushed out with a "swoosh".

"As expected of the latest R-class sports car, the speed is really fast." Naren's expression was very reserved: "There are still several speeds, mind if I try it?"

Sells is understanding: "Of course, we can even switch places."

The two did not switch seats. Nalen turned his body sideways and poked 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 planned half-hour journey ended in only 8 minutes.

Satisfied, Naren got out of the car and led Sells into the box booked through the terminal.

The dim yellow light illuminates the two-seater box, and soothing light music flows gently.Naren took the menu from the waiter and handed it back to him after ordering. When the waiter retreated, only he and Sells were left sitting opposite each other in the box.

Nalen hesitated to open the topic: "Are all the soldiers on Langton Street guarding the bugs?"

Sells: "He's a bug star."

Even if it is a bug star, there is no need to mobilize the army to take care of it.

Sells seemed to understand the doubts in his heart, and said: "The one who snatched the scepter is also a bug star."

Nalen 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 robbing. His Majesty has fought with others, but fortunately he was not injured."

Nalen: "..."

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for Xi Jin to fight His Majesty the Emperor.

However, he could vividly remember the scene of Higgins fighting Sells—it seemed that there was nothing remarkable about it other than running fast on eight legs.If good acting skills count as a bonus, then Xi Jin's combat effectiveness can be rated at six points.

[-] points out of [-].

So he scoffed at Sells' suspicion.

If Heekin can grab the scepter, he will take the last name of Sayers.

Sells threw out another message: "The emperor has internal support from the Zerg people."

Naren looked at him.

Sayers asked, "Who do you think it could be?"

Naren looked puzzled.

Who is it?

In the past few days, I have been guarding against something being exposed, trying my best to cover up the truth, and I have no extra energy to think about other things.

He was a little baffled: "How do I know?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and several waiters pushed the food cart into the box and began to serve them.

Nalen ordered a wide variety of food, ranging from signature dishes to popular classic dishes, as well as a plate of exquisite pastries.

The red wine Selce ordered was also on the table, but his eyes fell on the green unknown drink in front of Nalen.

Sells: "The juice looks special."

Naren followed his line of sight and thought: Of course, this is a special 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, seemingly genuinely interested.

Nalen: "..."

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

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

Nalen: "..."

Before the prince's resentful gaze turned into substance, Sells returned to the interrupted topic: "Where did you just say? Internal response. Yes, besides internal response, there are also accomplices."

Nalen: "Oh, buddy." He forked a slice of barbecued meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The delicious taste spread 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."

Nalen paused slightly with the hand holding the knife and fork: "How is he?"

Sells seemed to smile: "Impressive."

Naren stuffed another piece of barbecue into his mouth, then put down the knife and fork, stared at him directly, and waited for the next sentence.

Sells: "I've let him escape twice."

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

Sells touched his chin and gave a pertinent comment: "His serious nonsense is very interesting."

Nalen: "..." 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 wrong?"

Nalen took a sip of the red wine, and the astringent taste filled his mouth, dispelling the good smell of barbecue before: "So, the current situation is that some insect star people sneaked into the dinner and snatched the scepter from His Majesty. Not only that, he There is also an insider and an accomplice in the imperial capital...do you have a list of suspects?"

Sells: "Checking."

Nalen didn't believe it, and said sarcastically, "Didn't the guards check on your one-night stand?"

Naren continued: "I have heard about this matter. If you ask me to tell you that on your terms, few people will avoid it. If the other party is unwilling to come forward, it is likely that there is something difficult to say. For example, Is he married? Does he have other loves? Or maybe, he feels that he is not good enough for you...Age, appearance, and even status, all aspects. You must know that when a person is drunk, he does not pick a partner. "

Sells: "..."

Nalen said earnestly: "Sometimes, it may not be a good thing to find out the truth. If the other party is a bad old man... Uh, I'm just giving the worst assumption. So this kind of thing, it's better to let it happen, and don't deliberately search for the result."

Seers was silent for a long time, his lowered eyes were dark, as if he was deeply touched.

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

Naren was puzzled: "Why?" Where did this obsession come from?

Sells shook his head without answering.

"However... he should not be because of his own conditions."

Naren became wary.

Sells raised his right hand slightly, and his eyes fell on his palm: "Although I can't remember his appearance clearly, but..."

Nalen's eyelids twitched wildly, and he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Sells: "His skin is as smooth as satin, and he has a very beautiful body. The cry should be very charming, because the memory will change... different."

The metal knife and fork made a crisp sound when it hit the plate.

Nalen said with a blank expression: "Sorry, I'm not used to talking about these topics with others during meals."

these topics?

Having been in the military camp for many years, he has witnessed the banter and jokes between various men, and Sells is occasionally affected.And this is obviously not something the prince, who has received advanced etiquette lessons for nobles since childhood, can adapt to.

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

The black-haired marshal took another sip of the green juice, and his eyes showed interest—the impression of His Royal Highness who has always been hostile, and occasionally embarrassed, seems to be much more pleasing to the eye.