Intergalactic Era of Gossip - Chapter 25

Sells took a sip: “The most interesting part of the hunting game is the reward of the winning side.”

Naryn: “That’s not necessarily, if you lose… no one dares to tease the Imperial Marshal, even if it’s just a little game reward.”

The team is divided into two teams, the hunter team and the prey team. The victor can choose a person from the losing team and make a request, while the chosen one needs to complete it on the spot.

This is also the real fun of this game.

Naryn once heard that someone selected his friend after the victory in the last session and asked him to wear a women’s dress to accompany him to dance…

Then the next day the man was madly chased and beaten all the way.

Such requirements with a malicious nature are relatively rare, but not without them.

In the list of participants in previous years, only Levitra was familiar with Narren. But he is not interested in teasing Levitra, no, it should be said that even without this game, he still has a way to make Levitra unlucky.

So when Sells asked if he would participate this year, Narren himself was not sure-it all depends on whether there are anyone on the list that interests him.

Sells looked over with a deep gaze: “Sometimes, being teased is also a good experience.”

-Standing on the height of the empire, Lord Marshal who has no fun in the game, with a vicissitudes of tone.

Naryn replied with a polite sneer, thinking that if I win, I will definitely let you run around the imperial capital in a skirt, bringing you a new shocking experience.

Sells lowered his eyelids, as if thinking of something bad, became depressed.

He suddenly said: “I really want to see him.”

Narren: “Who?”

Sells gave a look that “you should understand”.

Naryn understood it instantly—no, I don’t.

Sells asked, “What do you think he thinks?”

Naryn: “I don’t know.”

Sells helplessly: “I just want to talk to him, fully respect his wishes, and will not do anything disturbing.”

Naren raised his glass and sipped: “But you told me these are useless.”

Sells sighed, “Yes.”

Just when Narren thought that the topic would be terminated early because of his non-compliance, Sells suddenly got up from his seat.

Naryn looked up, somewhat puzzled.

Sells walked around the table, walked over to him, and sat down again next to him.

The sudden close distance made Naryn stiffen and asked, “What are you doing?”

Sells patted him on the shoulder, took the people over, and whispered: “It’s strange to say that it is difficult for me to tell Andrea and Dia about these things, but in front of you, they always… No burden.”

Naryn craned his neck and stayed away some distance: “Also, maybe in front of close people, but it is difficult to tell some private things.”

Sells was noncommittal, continuing to maintain the posture of shoulders, as if he didn’t feel anything wrong.

Instead they posted closer: “You mean we are not close enough?”

After the issue was released, there was a brief silence on both sides.

Naryn stretched out his hand blankly, grabbed the paw on his shoulder, and tried to break it apart.

“Even though we were reconciled because of Ilia…” But in the final analysis, they haven’t developed any personal friendship.

Before he could say the last half of his words, Sells had already clasped his wrist with his backhand and pressed it against the edge of the table. At the same time, his left hand picked up the wine glass and forced it into Narren’s hand.

“For reconciliation.”

He raised the other glass, finished the glass of wine under Naren’s gaze, and then looked over quietly.

Naryn: “…” No, he doesn’t want to drink-there will be no reconciliation at all until his wish to “make Sells run laps in a skirt” comes true.

His eyes were getting cold, and he put down the cup, not intending to follow Sells’s will.

The wine shook slowly, glowing under the mild indoor lighting.

Sells smiled, his expression unchanged, and said in a volume that only two of them could hear: “No amount of perfume can conceal the smell of Aijia grass.”

Naryn looked at him in shock. Countless thoughts popped into my mind for a moment, and the first one was “Sales discovered.”

“What Aijia grass?” he asked dryly.

Sells leaned in again, even more outrageous this time, putting almost his entire head between Naren’s neck.

“Don’t you know the smell of yourself?”

Naren couldn’t help but raised his hand and sniffed, and then realized that this was a bit stupid. He quickly recovered his calmness and said, “Of course I remember what perfume I sprayed before going out. Do I need to talk about the front, middle and back adjustments?”

Sells: “That’s not necessary.”

Narren: “I don’t know what the grass you are talking about.”

Sells relaxed and leaned on the soft chair back.

Naryn gritted his teeth: “I’m waiting, you, explanation, explanation.”

Sells: “Oh, the hot spring club you didn’t go to before. I really like to add Aijia grass to the bath bag.”

Naren sneered: “You said Ilia. She does have a strange smell. Maybe when you see her, you will get that smell too, because I’m sure she will rush into your arms. , Leave your scent on the person you like like a kitten.”

Sells: “…”

Narren: “She missed you so much, she wanted to sneak out behind me every day. Maybe I was too restrictive, and I should take her to Monte’s house when I have time.”

Sells rubbed his temples.

Naryn continued: “Her wish is to marry you when she grows up. If it’s not that she is too young, I would be happy to make it happen.”

Sells: “…”

Naryn stood up, his expression extremely cold: “Thank you for the hospitality, I’m leaving now.”

Seeing Prince Charles leaving a cold back without looking back, a certain marshal, who was lying in his chair, finally realized that he seemed to have brought back the ice-breaking and easing relationship back to zero.

He sighed, but there was no disappointment in his eyes. He called up his personal terminal, clicked on the information interface for remarks “Landworm”, and a message was sent out a few seconds later.

[Don’t contaminate the taste of Aijia grass to other men. 】

He sat in Naron’s seat and drank a while before he could reply.

[Smile.jpg]

[Laughing until my stomach hurts.jpg, hahahahaha.jpg…]

[What do you want to do? 】

[Laughing like this is a real smile. 】

[Smile.jpg]

【…】

Naryn threw away the communicator and returned home solemnly. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he paced back and forth around the room immediately.

Damn it! Scared to death!

Fortunately, he is witty enough!

but…

[Don’t contaminate the taste of Aijia grass to other men. 】

What does Sells mean?