Intergalactic Era of Gossip - Chapter 28

Perhaps it was the feeling that it was almost the case, and Sells finally solved the mystery: “Through observations over the past few days, the gold-eater is really not like a bug that can make a crime.”

Narren: “I’m so relieved that you can think so.”

Sells: “Now, the real criminal is here. He needs a scapegoat, and you are the best candidates.”

Naryn immediately understood what he meant.

Sells: “A bug, only the size of a fingernail. You should know what it is called?”

“Why do I know?”

Sells kindly reminded: “Last time I met, I thought you were very interested in bugs.”

“…” It seems that he has indeed set himself a love bug setting.

Naryn was silent.

Sells: “The Worm Star is now divided, with many factions, and a group of people vying to be king. You didn’t make an agreement, similar to using the scepter of the Asha as a bargaining chip, right?”

Naron: “We? Don’t categorize it randomly. I have nothing to do with things like bug stars and scepters.”

Sells smiled and said well.

Naryn: “…” How come you didn’t know this guy was so hateful before?

There was another movement behind him.

However, when Sells learned that the suspected bug was behind him, the original strange atmosphere changed. Naryn looked down, as if trying to catch a bug the size of a fingernail in the dim light.

“The worms are not only small, but they can adjust their color according to the environment. They are generally used for tracking. Even if the person being tracked knows that there is something behind them, it is difficult to get rid of it.”

Narren: “…” Then we can find out more!

Otherwise, the bug will follow him home, and another bug will threaten him at that time!

Next, he demonstrated the strength of the S-shaped position in this bush, hiding, sprinting, rolling… He can’t get rid of a follower if he doesn’t believe it!

However, the sound of footsteps still exists.

The prince was panting tired.

So he squeezed the communicator: “How can I find it out?”

Sayles yawned: “It’s late baby.”

Naryn: “…”

Sells: “It’s time to say good night.”

The prince expressed disappointment at the critical moment but was so unreliable.

Sells: “Or refreshing a good night kiss?”

Naryn: “…”

He pressed the hang-up button, and once again understood a truth: As expected, he is the only reliable person in this world.

If you don’t know any questions, please check online first.

-Sensitive to smell.

Naryn thought about the result of the query for a moment, took out the perfume from his arms, and sprayed it around for a while.

For a moment, he felt suffocation.

When he was about to unscrew the cap and pour out all the liquid inside, a small bag suddenly bulged on the ground and moved quickly outward.

Naryn squinted-found you.

Lift your foot and step on it.

“Squeak—” The worms on the soles made a sharp noise.

[I dumped it, it’s very simple. 】

After that, there was no more strange footsteps.

The prince who struggled to the middle of the night woke up with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

When the attendant asked him if he needed to wash, his head was groggy, and it took a long time to realize that his vacation was over.

The preparatory work for the Hunting Festival is not difficult. As an ancient festival that has been passed down for thousands of years, there is a special department responsible for the specific process. All Naren has to do is to show his face there and supervise the progress. He needs to come when there are occasional problems. make a decision.

—In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t go.

Naryn let out his gaze, frustrated all over his body.

“The list of hunting games has come out. These are all people who are willing to participate. At present, the number of people is a bit small. In previous years, it was about this number.” It was Marshall who was in charge of registration for hunting games. He gave a gesture and continued. : “Other people will sign up one after another, and some will withdraw halfway. The final version will be confirmed after ten days.”

Naryn nodded, took the list from Marshall, and saw a long list of familiar and unfamiliar noble surnames.

Marshall held out a bunch of information.

“This is the list of personnel who maintain order in the venue. The marshal gave it today.”

Marshall turned around and took out the cardboard box.

Naryn: “…” What is this again

Marshall smiled: “Oh this is my personal belongings.”

Naryn breathed a sigh of relief.

Marshall walked out carrying the cardboard box and said: “These materials are available in electronic versions, and I will send them to you later.”

Naren nestled in the chair, looked at the list, and found that the most loyal participant, Levi, was not on it. Thinking that the little friend had been talking about it some time ago, Naron moved his finger to send a message.

[Don’t forget the hunting festival game. 】

As soon as I was about to press the lock screen, I heard the prompt sound.

[I will remind him. 】

Naryn: “…”

Since the settlement with Xijin that night, everything has become calm, and even Sayles has disappeared for a long time.

One day, he seemed to have inadvertently asked His Majesty the Emperor, and was told that there was a new development in the scepter matter, and Sells went to deal with it.

Several days passed in a flash.

The hunting festival is just around the corner, and the imperial capital is filled with the warm atmosphere of the upcoming festival. The major shopping malls are all dressed up, and you can hear the sweet melody drifting on the street.

Naryn’s heart was gradually appeased by the festive atmosphere. It’s been too long since that incident, Sells’s search for someone stopped, and Higgin seemed to disappear completely-everything seemed to be on track.

This night, Naryn’s personal terminal and communicator sounded at the same time.

[Naren, I will participate in this year’s festival competition. 】

[Baby, I’m back. 】

He was silent for a while, then flipped through the records. When did the meditation start, Sayles told the baby to go so smoothly?

The communicator sounded and a new message popped out.

[Still in the imperial capital? 】

Naryn threw aside the terminal, held up the communicator intently, and returned an expression as usual.

[Smile.jpg Do you leave the communication number for chat? 】

【Yes. 】

【…】

[Let’s meet. 】

Naryn shook his hand, wondering why Sells suddenly made such a request.

[I prepared a gift for you. Figure.jpg]

Click to open it, and the picture shows a beard with different shapes. Red eight-character mustaches, brown small curly mustaches… and even long mustaches that have become twisted braids.

Naryn: “…”

Do you have any misunderstandings about me?

【Like it? 】

Naryn had no choice but to reply without conscience.

【good. 】

[Tomorrow 13:00, 4843 Langton Street, waiting for you. 】

[I will not go. 】

[It’s okay, then I’ll take a cup of afternoon tea. 】

Naryn threw the communicator, feeling that this colleague had become more and more confusing recently.

He thought for a while, picked up the terminal again, and replied as the prince.

[It’s a coincidence, I also participated. 】

The marshal behind the terminal hasn’t moved for a long time-because another communicator next to Naryn’s bed is ringing a beep every three seconds.

When the communicator slowly calmed down, the terminal spit out a message.

【Oh. 】

For a time, Naryn was in a mixed mood.

After a brief calm, the communicator rang happily again, setting off the terminal in Naren’s hand to be particularly lonely.

He snapped at the terminal.

[The weather will be nice tomorrow, go out for a drink together? 】

Faced with the blast of news, he not only kept smiling, but also offered an invitation. He was about to be moved by himself. As for which machine is used to reply…does it matter?

The sound of the communicator stopped abruptly.

After a long time, the terminal rang.

【good. 】

“…” Naryn stared at the word, lost in entanglement.

I was still inviting one second before, and another one of mine was promised the next second…

Will you be firm in your position as a human being?

Narren was very disappointed with Sells.

He regretted it.

He actually didn’t want to waste a good tomorrow on drinking with Sells.

He jumped to the bed, picked up the communicator, and found that there were more than a dozen unread messages on it. Nine of them are detailed pictures of beards, which seem to be well made. He swiped quickly, his eyes falling on the last message.

[Just to meet, nothing will happen to you. 】

Naryn rolled around, frowning at the line in a daze.

In the imperial capital, in the Monte’s garage, the marshal who had just returned from the outside was leaning on the car body, looking down for information.

In a sense, Lanchong’s non-reply means rejection.

Sells sighed and felt that the possibility of the other party’s consent was extremely low. He held his forehead and thought for a moment, and finally decided to agree to Naren’s invitation, and re-edited the information for a certain liar Lanworm.

[Since you have concerns, then I am not too difficult for others, between you and me, there will always be goodbye. 】

His finger stayed on the send button, and just as he was about to send it out, the alert sound suddenly sounded.

【Oh. 】

Sells’s fingertips stayed on the top of the screen. After seeing this message, he suddenly withdrew his hand, realizing that the other party had actually agreed.

Very unexpected result.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he quickly deleted the words that hadn’t had time to send out.

[See you or leave. 】

Then he returned to the contact interface, called up the column of Prince Charles, and tapped his finger.

[Sorry, there is something temporary, we will meet again another day. 】

In the room, Naryn blinked his gray-green eyes, looked at the communicator in his left hand, and then at the terminal in his right hand… and found that he seemed to be playing off.

Wouldn’t you really want to see Sells as Donival?

He quickly rushed to the communicator [lied to you. 】

Pounced on the terminal again [This is how the Monte family does things? There is less than three minutes between promise and retort? 】

After sending it out, the whole person stayed aside, looking very well-behaved.

Sayles’ reply came quickly-through the communicator.

[I take it seriously. 】

Naron was unhappy, why the priority of a suspicious person was repeatedly ranked before the prince. Sells really had a grudge against him! He has never been so deeply aware of Sells’ indifference to himself as he does today.

So he vented his grievances for not being able to receive a reply on the terminal, exponentially.

[Then you just wait, maybe I will come over on a whim. Smile.jpg]