Why is the waste prince like that?

Although Moyat has been following His Royal Highness, he has arranged servants in advance to lead him and other so-called friends to the designated parking spot for the parade car.

"Master Moyat specially requested this car from the Patriarch." Seeing the surprised expressions of Lancer and others, the servant smiled slightly.

The men and women around started talking, and no one talked to Lancer, which was good.

"Then check it out now."

Lancer's gaze was fixed on a group of people in white coats walking towards him.

This is very bad. The intelligence clearly shows that there is only one specific inspection.

He silently leaned back a few steps, and at the same time began to recall the smell he had just smelled, trying to arouse the desire to vomit.

Fortunately, everyone except him didn't want to be left behind, so he was easily at the end of the line, hanging his head and preparing for the performance.

Inspection requirements on such an occasion were unheard of for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, whose boots were only thwarted by a shoe-shine service before stepping into a special-style parade vehicle.

This astonishingly luxurious cruiser has top-of-the-line configurations, including the highest observation deck.

Samir was restless, dealing with the boring guy who was verbally trying to hold his boots.

He really wanted the other party to be quiet and let him think about more important things alone, so he looked around and looked forward to it.

It was fine if he didn't look at it, but he was even more surprised when he saw it.

That beautiful black back of the head, no one can look as good as that person, it can almost be regarded as a small landmark in his mind.

"Who is sitting in that car?" Why stood at the back, lowered his head and covered his mouth.

Where is it uncomfortable?

Moyat froze for a moment, followed his gaze to look over, and then showed a bit of embarrassment.

"That car...is my friend."

Samir then asked with great interest: "Are they all students from the First Military Academy?"

"Yes."

It doesn't make sense.

So His Royal Highness raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Are there any teammates who participated in the competition together?"

"Have you watched the competition? Uh, I mean, they're all there." The young man in front of him became a little excited.

Samir went on to say: "Your team is outstanding, and many people think that your performance at the end is very chivalrous."

Moyat's face was flushed, and he really wanted to continue talking about this topic: "You are absurd, our performance is nothing compared to yours that year."

Be tactful, tactful, don't make trouble for young people.

Thinking of this, Samir was able to maintain a perfect smile and then hinted: "That mecha master in your team is very ingenious."

The other party had an idea and said, "Jacques will be very happy knowing that you are his idol all the time."

"Perhaps you would mind summoning them?"

Samir's smile was only a little bit warmer at this time: "I don't mind this, you know, I haven't talked to the students of the First Military Academy for a long time, youth is always very moving."

Young and attractive are attractive in Moyat, even if he is an old fox, he is just a young man at this time, and he is easy to deceive.

"Would it be uncomfortable to call them here alone? This place is big enough, so it's better to let young people come and move freely."

"That offends you too much. Maybe we just need to meet once. Your summoning will become a rare good memory in their lives."

Bear it any longer, Samir told himself that he had been away for so many days, but every year when he came back to report on his work, he couldn't help being a little disgusted to hear the words of these great nobles.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in front of him, Lancer was about to ask where the bathroom was. Suddenly, the servants at the side seemed to have received some order, hurriedly stopped the inspection, and announced something.

Lancer closed his dry eyes, and heard a burst of surprise from the people around him.

what did they say?His Royal Highness.

That's right, there's no reason for the occasion to have no royal representatives.

His Royal Highness summoned?

All right, all diseases in his body disappeared suddenly.

But when meeting the crown prince, the inspection may be more stringent.

Covered by the shadow of the tall and shiny special cruiser, Lancer took a deep breath, and it is best not to have a third time in secret.

It's time to start acting again.

As a result, he just lowered his head when he heard the servants hurriedly calling the names of several people.

"Mr. Duna, Mr. Gio, Miss Pera, Mr. Virginia, His Royal Highness is summoning you."

He remembered that these people in front were Moyat's teammates during the game, and they looked at him with unfriendly eyes just now.

After all, in their eyes, Lanser's team was invincible.

But why call yourself?

Forget it, His Royal Highness' summoning is obviously a higher priority than any security check, which is good.

But when he came out, he might have to suffer, Lancer decided to maintain a posture of being unwell.

He was thinking about being too hard on himself for a while, which had already brought on a slight morbidity, but now he was a little bit stiff, it was more like trying to force his spirits, and it looked a little more pitiful.

At least Samir looked very worried.

He casually said some clichés to those few people, then turned his gaze to the pale young man.

"Is Mr. Forgia unwell?"

Lancer looked up at his face, which was handsome enough without modification, and strangely felt a little familiar care from that official demeanor.

He shook off this bold idea, and replied: "I feel a little uncomfortable, but it should not affect the journey. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

He tried to give himself a little leeway.

And Samir looked at his patience, and thought it was in line with his usual style, and said softly: "I watched your competition, you performed very well, I noticed that you still seem to have the hidden energy you searched for earlier, right? ?However, you are a little lacking in fighting spirit and a little timid, and your lack of timely explanation made your teammates hesitate. If you win like you did against Nabos, maybe you won’t appear invincible.”

Anyway, Lancer liked the way he spoke.

This is different from Sami's. It is a standard and clear lingua franca and a deep magnetic voice.

Seems to be very easy to distinguish.

So he was also very happy to explain: "You are right, I was a little hesitant when I was on the scene, but that was not a lack of fighting spirit."

This is one of the rare words to Samuer at present, and it is hard for Samuel not to stare at his lips seriously.

"I thought about it. When Moat proposed this method of deciding the outcome, I didn't think our team would definitely fail, but Nubian didn't intervene when we resolved the team's grievances, so when he proposed another method At that time, we didn’t temporarily replenish energy, so let’s pay him back.”

"However, even if our mecha masters don't take the slant, we won't necessarily fail."

"The fish oil coating that protects us from the extract is not just a defensive layer. To be more careful, with our coverage area, the water flow resistance of our team's mechs will be much smaller than that of the Nubian team. If there is no accident, after losing the initial momentum, they will gradually fall behind us."

"After all, the mechs of the Nubian team have no advantage in underwater combat through my observation, and the teams that seem to have been strengthened in this regard, including the Nabos team, have been eliminated by us."

"I am very grateful for Moyat's chivalry, but our original plan was to kill them all underwater. Da Congyuan's whip made of water monster tendons plus a waist bow with Ai Zhu as the fulcrum matched her brother's bombardment It can blast a heavy mech of the same weight that does not grip the ground 400 meters at the moment of launch, if there are no other tricks, the showdown of the box of extracts is too stupid, isn’t it.”

"Of course, speaking of earlier, if we hadn't been dragged down and took the lead to control the fortress, uh, did I say that I like blocking warfare, we have the best defense and a large box of high-concentration extract, sleepless After staying here for five days, how many teams can reach the strait? It’s enough.”

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that he had told a very interesting joke, his beautiful eyes narrowed with a smile.

Even his sickly face couldn't hide his little complacency, he looked necrotic.

Samir wanted to tease him to talk more, but the faces of the people beside him were already ugly, so he could only regret: "What a coincidence, but the parade seems to be about to start, so I won't disturb you to enjoy the journey."

For the third time, Lancer closed his mouth and silently covered his stomach, ready to brew.

Just as he was about to go out with the Nubian team exuding a gloomy aura, a soft sigh came from behind him.

"He looks really weak."

"Lancer!"

Lancer turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

He met a pair of smiling blue eyes, and then Moyat's slightly tense voice sounded from the side: "Lan, if you are not feeling well, why not just..."

He hesitated for a while, and got a puzzled look from the crown prince, and then the crown prince quickly answered the words with rare kindness: "Why don't you stay and explain to Gu the little animals along the way."

"This place is very big, it doesn't matter if there is one more person, right?"

What could Moyat say? His face was slightly blue, and he was silent for a while before answering: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding, it is my honor."

"That's not necessary. Besides that, do you need anything else?" The crown prince asked kindly.

Lancer sat down with a guard who was obviously of a higher level, took a sip from the warm teacup, and then replied: "Thank you for your attention, I think I just have a little... stomach discomfort... drink something hot It will be fine..."

His ceremonial gestures seemed ordinary and lacked due care.

Moyat thought to himself, always feeling that something was forgotten by him.

The close relationship between the Crown Prince and the First Military Academy is well known, but why did His Highness recognize Lancer Virginia and call him out.

Samir was very satisfied to see that bloodless face gradually stretched and relaxed.

He signaled the servants to bring some more snacks, and in order not to look deliberately, he also picked up a piece to enjoy: "Nubian's pastry chef always surprises me."

"Thanks to His Highness's great praise, compared to the chefs in the Prince's Mansion, they are nothing more than tricks."

Lancer silently watched Moyat holding his boots, he felt that the current situation was a bit unreal.

How did he sneak into the strongest security center so easily?

Moreover, His Royal Highness, his attitude is too good.

Having been with Sami for so long, he almost forgot what the handsome idol in the ward looked like after recovering from a serious illness, but the other party's attitude at the time can only be said to be flat compared to now.

Is it an illusion?Always feel watched.

However, he silently took another sip of black tea, his eyes drooping.

Your Highness's special dress is really beautiful. Lancer can't recognize the style, but he can also see the unique style of the neckline and color scheme. It looks more lazy and wild. Although he is not conscious of it, it seems Most of his stylists for public ceremonies favored the opulence of over-the-top accessories.

This is probably because other people may look rich and imposing with these jewels, but they are definitely not as complementary and extravagant as His Royal Highness. The mother family Stasha came from the border, and the braided hair culture is prevalent, and Samir has long hair. And the gorgeous blond curly hair is just for this purpose, braided quite wildly, a few cobalt blue hair beads strung on the blond hair around the cheekbones clearly contrast with his sea blue eyes, and the topaz brooch on his chest is carved into a perfect whole Looking carefully, I found that the tassels on the hem of the coat hem, which was deliberately made of ancient fur-edged winter clothes, were not simple cloth items, but neat dark bead strings, which swayed magnificently with the changes of his movements. light and shadow.

These appropriate shades of colors are matched to create an astonishing harmony, making the fair-skinned and beautiful owner shine brightly.

No more, Lancer couldn't see any more details, and he didn't dare to look at them.

This feeling is like the former folk partners who dare not recognize each other after the downcast princess transforms.

In other words, it is also about raising children, and other people spend money to raise little princesses, while their own children live a simple life, wasting their amazing beauty for nothing.

Lancer took a sip of black tea and sighed from the bottom of his heart.