Why is the waste prince like that?

Lancer combed his hair with his fingers, brushed off dust and dirt, and asked occasionally: "Your Highness, do you want to take the beads off?"

His fingers have always adapted to Samir's body, soft yet strong, it is very comfortable to be stroked when he is a cat, and even better when he is a human.

Samir's eyes had nowhere to go, he could only look at the grass in front of him, he didn't remember the string of hair beads, he just hummed obediently, and his blue eyes turned slightly in his direction.

Lancer cleaned up the dust, and moved forward a little, trying to untangle the strands of hair covered in cobalt blue beads.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but it turned out to be a small braid, and the inside of the bead was stuck with a braid knot.

Lancer untied the braid, and then took off the beads. He habitually tried to find a place to put it aside, and flickered a few times.Samir took it from him very naturally, then stared at the beads in his palm in a daze.

"Will His Highness hurt if I push so hard?"

His Royal Highness, who was handsome in appearance but manly in his usual demeanor, bowed his head like a shy bride, and replied softly, "No, it's very good."

Without noticing it, Lancer tied up the big bunch of golden hair in his hand, pulled it tighter, and finished the job.

Then he said, "Is it all right, Your Highness? Will it be too tight?"

Samuel turned to look at him with a gentle expression: "Very good, you did well, Lan."

You have always done a great job.

At this time, the inspecting guard came back, and a guard with a higher position leaned over, and Lancer stepped back knowingly.

After listening to the guard's whisper, Samir's expression sank, and then he replied a few words, and let him return to the team.

He immediately looked at Lancer: "Lan, there is a problem with Nubian's security, and now we can only go back on our own."

Lancer blinked, feeling very puzzled.

How could such a huge family of Nubian have become like this because of a little mess made by Mr. Zhalalu?

Even if Mr. Zhalalu is different, it is impossible to have such a large amount of energy in this well-guarded manor.

If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really had an accident in Nubian's car, how could Nubian afford it.

Besides, there are so many distinguished guests in the manor. Although most of them have signed the agreement, the few guests who are noble enough are enough for them to drink a pot.

It's really strange. Could it be that something happened?

Thinking this way, he hesitated when he stood up.

"What's the matter, are you still not feeling well?" Samuel asked softly as he helped his arm.

He is a little too close, even if it is the same sex, this is not a reasonable social distance, if the sun hits, then his shadow will completely envelop Lancer's body.

But Lancer didn't seem to pay attention to this. To him, being shrouded in Sami's breath was nothing new. He even just paused, then got up with the crown prince's arm.

"Thank you, I think it's all right."

He seemed to be well mannered, and he didn't show any great respect for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

But Samuel smiled at him, and moved closer again, and quickly raised a topic that needed to be interacted with: "It seems that there are some disputes within Nubian."

Lancer answered softly: "It seems so, I don't know how the others are doing now."

The distant explosion just now has gradually subsided.

Samir was beside him, but he was obviously much taller than him: "The lonely bodyguard is carrying out the rescue, and there seems to be no big problem at present."

"However, it's really strange that Nubian doesn't seem to have the ability to establish a country yet."

Of course not, what's more, if they really want to launch some terrorist attacks, they should send a large number of armed forces instead of just creating explosions.

They traveled a not too long distance, and soon approached Lisa Niel's position.

But obviously, the route of His Royal Highness has gone against the original tour route.

Lancer pondered for a while before saying, "Do you think the situation is urgent?"

What does it mean?

Samir looked at him: "Lan, don't worry, you are safe by my side."

Yes, even if there is no personal guard nearby, he will be the safest person in the whole manor just by staying beside the calm and gentle Crown Prince.

But Lancer then said softly: "Well, will I appear indifferent like this? But I kind of want to see Lisa Niel, I rarely have such experiences."

"You can first..."

Samir held his arm without asking any questions: "Then let's go there."

"You can see whatever you want, I will go with you."

Lancer looked down at his held arm until the big hand that held it loosened naturally.

He blinked: "Then thank you, Your Highness."

When approaching the main trunk of Lisanil, the personal guards had already opened the protective cover, because it would be very scary for any small branch or leaf to fall from such a large and tall tree.

Lancer finally got close to the giant tree.

"There is no fence, Lan, you can touch it." Samuel gently rubbed his back, and he was also a little excited, which felt very novel.

When he was young, he heard the second brother boast that he sneaked into his uncle's wine cellar and got very drunk in it, but the Stasha family didn't live in Emperor Star long, and they rarely even used the study room, let alone wine. cellar.

Lancer stretched out his hand, watching his fingertips slowly approaching the dark brown bark.

He felt his heart beating fast, and a voice kept ringing in his mind.

It's Feirui. It's squatting, with its head up and its mouth open, making a sound all the time. Is it humming or humming?

Lancer's fingertips touched Lisa Neal's skin lightly. At that moment, he heard two voices at the same time.

The low, sweet and hoarse voices blend together, the unknown language and the wonderful tune.

His vision blurred.

what is this?

"Don't move!"

A pair of big hands pressed down on his shoulders and gently turned him behind her.

In just a short while, they were already surrounded. Numerous guards in the uniforms of the Nubian government, equipped with new technological guns, pointed their black muzzles at them, and were confronting each other with the guards.

The number of them is more than three times that of them.

Samuer pushed Lancer back slightly with his left hand, and put his right hand lightly on his waist. His long and wide sleeves covered his movements: "Is this Nubian's way of hospitality?"

The encirclement gradually tightened, and Samir's expression gradually sank.

It wasn't until the distance between the two sides that they could fight hand-to-hand that the other party's words came out.

Unexpectedly, it was an old man with gray hair, trembling, and cloudy eyes. His pistol was aimed at Samuer's chest: "Good day, Your Highness Samuer."

Samir stared at him condensedly: "If there is no address, how do you want me to reply?"

The old man laughed loudly. He was too weak, and his laughter turned into a violent cough: "Ahem... Ha, you don't want to know, and you don't need to know."

"Is this Aik's instruction? Or is it just the clown who failed to fight for power going crazy?"

At this time, Samir felt that his left arm was slightly held, and the person behind him was close to his body, and said softly: "Your Highness, he seems to be Moyat's uncle."

He didn't question the source of the news, he just thought it was Moyat who said something to him. He recalled a little bit, and remembered the only Nubian who lived reclusively in recent years, Ayik's third brother, a A researcher in the biological sciences who was once expected to have a bright future.

The problem is, he should be only 50 years old now.

"Zirak Nubian? Why are you like this?"

The old man's eyes were fixed, he murmured a few words in a low voice, and then his whole body began to tremble violently, fixedly staring at Lancer, who was blocked by Samuel, with a deep hatred in his eyes and weird excitement.

He didn't seem to be in a normal state of mind, and continued to say some weird words: "Inferior people... bastards...damn..."

Samir was already irritated by him. He thought that no one knew Lancer's life better than him. Lancer clearly only met him today, but this old lunatic kept uttering obscenities.

He thought of the information he had received, the countless clues, Nubian's collateral lineage and the second brother, everything seemed to become clearer for a while.

He must have thought that his recovery had something to do with the young man behind him, so he set his mind on Lancer.

He felt that the strength of the people behind him holding on to the hem of his clothes was a little lighter.

"Zirak, do you remember Article [-] of the Imperial Constitution? Or did you voluntarily enter the Polaris Prison?"

The dignity of the royal family cannot be violated.

"Me? My life has withered like the last wick, so what's the difference where I go?" Zirac said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "What's more, where is it my turn to offend?"

As he spoke, his lips began to tremble, his expression was sad or joyful, and his cloudy eyes fixed on Samuer: "You, Your Highness Samuer, why are you still alive?"

Samir's heart was overwhelmed, but his face was only sullen and said: "Pay attention to your words."

But suddenly, Zirac's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and his wrinkled face suddenly glowed: "Yes... it's the little bastard, no wonder, give him to me, the little bastard of Virginia, give him to me... "

This coincided with Samir's conjecture, he frowned deeply, wishing he could draw his gun and kill this old lunatic right away.

Lancer held his breath, trying not to smell the rancid smell brought by the wind. At this moment, he took a few steps forward, blocking Samuer behind him, and then he heard his own voice softly: "Your Highness, these things are related to You have nothing to do, please leave."

Samuer stared at him, but saw that he was wiping the wet eyelashes with the back of his hand, his eyes suddenly softened: "No, I can..."

The young man suddenly turned his head and hugged him surprisingly warmly.

He was stunned, and unconsciously hugged him gently, but soon, he felt his waist was empty, and then the young man quickly said something and pushed him away, turned around and walked towards Zilak.

Zirac was already ecstatic, and the corners of his drooping lips twitched unconsciously. He stared at the black-haired lamb in front of him, with both greed and hatred in his eyes: "Come here...the black-haired little bastard..."

Lancer raised his eyes. He had just shed tears, his eyes were slightly red, and his expression was a little helpless: "Can Your Highness leave now?"

He felt that the other party's eyes lingered on him like a very hungry person staring at delicious food, which made his stomach uncontrollably convulsed.

But this time, Fei Rui's low-pitched voices no longer appeared in her mind.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his soldiers were ordered to retreat 1000 meters, and then they watched as Qilak, who was holding Lancer hostage, got into the car and drove away.

"Your Highness, a communication from Captain Wen Jia."

Samir took the communicator, and Aik's anxious justification and assurance came from it. He interrupted the nonsense with a blank face: "Wenga, Zirac Nubian pointed a gun at Gu, and took him away in front of Gu. Taking a military student as a hostage, there is no reason to suspect that there are terrorists within the Nubian family, transfer to the Ninth Army, seal off the zoo, and the main control center locks the cruiser with the tail number 9 that is running in Area B..."

After he finished his orders, several personal guards had already driven for him a parade car that was not too damaged nearby.

Unexpectedly, there were several guests on the cruise.

"Captain Zaralu? Long time no see." Samir looked at him with a strange expression.

Captain Zaralu was one of the officers he met when he received reinforcements during his garrison. Due to his mixed-race status, even if he had accumulated profound military achievements, it was difficult to get further promotion. He recently retired due to old injuries.

However, no matter in terms of status or relationship, he should not be Nubian's guest.

But he soon realized that he had seen this man in another place.

A surveillance of someone's door.

Zhalalu and those companions saluted him: "Good day, His Royal Highness."

Samir could only pretend not to know: "Thank you for your cooperation, why not let the lonely guards escort you later..."

What can Zaralu do, he can only bite the bullet and ask: "I'm sorry, but do you know the whereabouts of Lansephage?"

"He's my godson, but we weren't put in a car."

Samuel paused, and then said shamelessly: "I'm sorry, Captain, Zirac Nubian took him away from me as a hostage, and took him away."

"But you don't have to worry. The other party seems to have no intention of hurting him at the moment. He seems to want to get something from him."

"Gu has ordered the animal park to be sealed off, and soon not even a bird can fly out here. The main control center is locking the vehicle, and Gu will definitely find him."

Zalalu hesitated for a moment, then he took out a small device from his waist and presented it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who unconsciously looked anxious.

"This is Lan's position."

Zirac ordered several guards to handcuff Lancer's hands and feet. These guards were not young, had calluses on their hands, and were skilled in their movements, so Lancer did not struggle.

A certain communication device rang on the way. After he connected it, he chuckled a few times, and did not avoid Lancer with his words, as if he regarded him as something in his pocket.

After all, no matter who he was kidnapped from, he was just a military student with no background, and it would be difficult to kill him in the central area, the Prince's Mansion, and the First Military Academy, but he was not allowed to ravage him yet.

"Haha, this cunning little bastard, I want to see who else can protect him now, a despicable alien bastard who wants to destroy me, it would be nice not to be exterminated by me."

They had brought their speed up to the fastest speed, but it still took some time to get out of Lisa Neil's canopy.

In particular, the zoo raises exotic animals everywhere, and the route is complicated and tortuous.

I don't know if it was because of the attack, there was a problem with energy mobilization, and the protective cover became not strong enough. When passing through several captive areas, different animals and plants were commotion, which added a lot of twists and turns to the road.

"My lord, the 2S captive area is ahead, and my subordinates are worried..."

After being harassed several times by the tentacles, Zirac was visibly annoyed: "Get out of the tunnel!"

But the guard who was driving then hesitated and said, "The tunnel was not opened today, so I don't know if the protective cover has been opened."

"Then what's down there."

"It's...it seems to be a sleeping salamander..."

Zirac was covered in geriatric diseases, and he almost couldn't hear what he said. Hearing the words, he said angrily, "Isn't it just a sleeping salamander? What are you afraid of that smelly fish in the ditch? Idiot, drive over there!"

Indeed, salamanders are usually harmless animals, because they have 240 days of good sleep a year, especially in winter, so they can live in peace with dangerous 2S animals and howl all day Among the S-level beasts, but because of its unremarkable appearance, it even looks a little disgusting, so that it hardly attracts attention.

Lancer sighed softly, but his small sigh was too weak and small in the noise, and no one heard it.

The tunnel is very dark, because salamanders like dark and humid environments, there is only some bioluminescence on both sides of the middle road.

This is an area that is not concerned, and the protective cover can be said to be very small, but the entire tunnel is very quiet, with occasional water sounds, it sounds like they are the only living creatures here.

Zirac's anxiety seemed to get worse in this quiet environment. He looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Lancer.

Lancer was also watching him.

He seemed to hate this face so much that he raised his leg and kicked Lancer's lower abdomen hatefully.

Lancer turned sideways to avoid it, but found that the old man was too weak and had no strength at all. He missed the kick but made him unstable and almost fell down.

Just at this moment, there was a scream in front of him.

"grown ups!"

"What are you screaming for?" Zirac gave Lancer a vicious look, then turned around and reprimanded him.

Then he was speechless.

The road ahead was empty before, and at some point, black and long creatures climbed up. Their average size is already large enough, but the number of visually appearing is also terrifying.

The scene is enough to make anyone who hates slimy sticks swoon, but the people in the car are obviously not ordinary people.

In Zirac's hoarse "run over, run over!", Lancer asked the guards beside him: "You are not Nubian's guards, are you?"

The man with gray temples had a numb face, and he just stared at him meaninglessly.

Lancer looked at him with those black eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

This was not an angry shout, and his expression was so calm, without any hint of questioning.

The former soldier stared at him blankly, with muddy tears flowing from his numb eyes.

The author says:

A weak military cadet with no background?

Lancer: Yes, it's me.