At this moment, Sells is looking for this man all over the city, and even published a missing person notice in the "Empire Weekly", and it is said that he will attend tonight's interstellar network to speak out, calling on the general public to look for him together.
People who have recovered from the shock of appearance, have not had time to clean up their grief, and have fallen into the fascination and curiosity of "the marshal's one-night stand", and there is a tendency to become more and more fanatical.
In this interstellar era where idolatry is very prevalent, the public's attention to celebrities is unprecedented. And the Imperial Marshal Selsmont, young and promising, with real power in his hands, is simply a luminous body of action.
The legion under him has the reputation of the first legion of the empire. The people in the legion are all physically strong and have powerful mecha combat capabilities, sweeping across most of the stars.
And his fans are spread all over the place, with an outrageously large population base.
So, by the time Naren accidentally saw this news, people in the entire empire and even the entire star field had already discussed it.
Looking at the rumors below, his expression became more and more ferocious, with a faint tendency to blacken.
"Which scheming watch has slept with my male god!"
"This must be a conspiracy. There is no target at all. The marshal is actually just chasing the criminal!"
"You must have climbed onto the Marshal's bed by means of a low-level way, and now you are still shrinking and not daring to show your face, it is too insidious!"
…
"Snapped!"
Naren closed the terminal and threw it out angrily. Because of the excessive range of motion, the unspeakable wound on his chest was pulled, and the intense pain swept his whole body, causing him to fall uncontrollably on his back on the bed.
After the aftertaste of pain passed, he finally raised his hand to touch it lightly—the front of his clothes was already covered with water.
— Bleeding again.
Fumbling with both hands, he tore off the dark nightgown, first revealing a piece of collarbone, and then the pale skin... When the nightgown continued to slide down, the wet left breast was immediately exposed to the air. Delicate breast ring.
Naren stared at the wound with a pale face, cursing in his heart.
That guy Sells is a freak.
He actually put that kind of thing on his body!
Violently, completely without anesthesia, put a nipple ring on herself.
As long as he thought of having such a shameful mark on his left chest, he couldn't help trembling and cursing in his heart-Sells, a rapist, a sadist, a hypocrite!
Princess Sasha's 18th birthday dinner, Naren, as a prince, was also invited to attend.
Knowing that he is not good at drinking, he has always restrained himself at banquets. So that night, he only drank a glass of fruit wine from beginning to end. However, it was that glass of fruit wine that led to a series of tragedies that followed.
The stamina of the wine was beyond his expectation, he didn't feel anything at first, but by the time he became dizzy, it was already too late. There was a fault in the memory behind, and when Naren regained consciousness again, he was awakened by pain.
Severe pain came from his left breast, waking him up from a coma. There were ringing sounds in the ears, and blurred eyes—they were physiological tears stimulated by pain.
He quickly regained consciousness and realized his situation: a man was panting and heaving on top of him.
He knew that man, and even not long ago, there was a little conflict between the two parties.
sellsmount.
This was the first time that he saw the face of the Marshal of the Empire so closely. As a beautiful man of the Empire with many followers, he really had some capital.
His brain, which was tortured by the pain, was working slowly, and his eyes moved from Searles' face to his own body - sticky white liquid and red marks everywhere, all over his body, inside and out, without any concealment It clearly shows how the body has been treated.
And the source of the unbearable pain was the extra thing on the left breast—a round silver ring.
what is this
Naren's expression was blank for a moment.
He took a minute to digest the fact that he was being shot, and another minute to think about how to stop the game.
It doesn't matter how it happened before. Behaviors that are not controlled by consciousness, how can we talk about your love and my wish? Now that he is sober, he can't continue to be tampered with meekly.
— but the resistance was suppressed.
Naren spent most of the night realizing a fact deeply and indignantly: he, hit, no, pass, him.
God knows how much perseverance it took him to escape before Sels woke up in the morning.
Do not escape? Is it necessary to wait for Sayers to wake up and the two of them say good morning to each other? Just imagining that scene makes his scalp tingle, not to mention he is still the one who suffers.
If he is discovered, he will become the laughing stock of the empire, and he will always bear the shame of being slapped by his deadly enemy, and spend the rest of his life under the strange eyes of everyone.
Therefore, when he returned to his residence, he neither dared to find a medical officer, nor did he dare to ask his attendants to treat his wounds.
The silver ring on the chest seemed to have merged with the flesh and blood, and as long as it was touched lightly, it would cause a piercing pain. This forced him to temporarily give up his plan to take off the silver ring, and just made some hasty bandages... As a result, he was bleeding again.
Bloody and bloody, it should be inflammation.
An unspeakable wound, an extremely embarrassing mark. What happened that night was a nightmare.
With a gloomy face, Naren clenched his fists as he looked at his horrific left breast. He must avenge this revenge!
"Bang bang bang." Ilya was still knocking on the door persistently, "little uncle, little uncle!"
Chest, head, all ached.
Nalen thought he was going to explode.
This little niece is really a powerful existence.
"Boom—" the message notification sounded suddenly. Naren took a deep breath, got out of bed at an extremely slow speed, picked up the terminal on the ground, and opened it.
Little Interstellar Monster: Little Uncle! I want to eat skewers and drink beer! It is said on the Internet that this is the most effective therapy for broken love, you take me there!
Naren: Have you finished your homework
"Wow!" There was a dry howl outside the door.
Little Interstellar Monster: I want to tell Grandpa, you bullied me! Still stay in bed! Bare buttocks in the sun and still be lazy to sleep, shame on you!
Naren gritted his teeth.
You wait!
Reluctant to bandage again, he opened the closet, intending to change into clean clothes and go out. However... Looking at the prince's uniform and fine clothes, he felt that in his current condition, wearing them would squeeze the wound. The only loose-fitting clothing is pajamas.
Naren: "..."
Open the terminal and type a bunch of words:
Dear baby Ilya, go back to your room obediently. I'm going to take a nap, wake up and check my homework, and if I haven't finished, I'll tell your mother about your desire to drink.
Star Monster: Shameless!
After a while, there was finally no movement outside.
Nalen, who was pale, lay down on the bed again, and half a minute later, he opened his eyes with a grim face.
It hurts! Can't sleep at all!
Gritting his teeth and opening the terminal, he couldn't help but click on the latest news column.
"The scepter handed down from ancient times is missing, and it is suspected that the enemy country has done it secretly."
The scepter is missing
Naryn was taken aback. The Asha Empire had only one handed down scepter, which has been passed down from the first emperor to the present, and it has a history of hundreds of years. It is not only a symbol of power for successive emperors, but also a national treasure of the empire.
Such an important thing... is missing
Just as he was frowning and thinking, there was another movement outside the door. The footsteps were heavier this time, and it wasn't the little devil Illya.
"My lord, your good friend Eleda is here to visit."
"..."