After the two had dinner, they prepared to return, and the means of transportation was still Sells' personal sports car.
Sells unlocked the car, opened the door, and waved to Nalen. The latter nodded knowingly, and sat in the driver's seat calmly.
Speeding all the way.
Every legal citizen of the empire will be equipped with a personal terminal, which is not only an ultra-portable tool integrating multiple functions, but also a proof of identity.
The terminal emits a micro-matter signal. After the vehicle enters the self-starting mode, it will connect to the signal network to avoid any route that may cause a car accident. Although there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents, it is also close to perfect avoidance.
So the two arrived at the center of the imperial capital safe and sound at the speed of a roller coaster.
The car stopped in front of Nalen's house, and he rarely praised him sincerely: "The car is not bad."
Sells accompanied him out of the car, "The food is also delicious." He walked around to the driver's door from the outside, sat in and restarted the car.
The two said goodbye politely, and Naren watched Sells drive away slowly at the speed of a rickshaw. He thought, this forced dinner will soon become one of the many trivial matters, completely forgotten by him.
Not long after Sells left, Dia's message came.
Looking at the few lines displayed on the screen, a thoughtful smile appeared in his eyes.
— Still no one was found.
It seems that this little liar who is full of bad lies is quite cunning.
After returning, Naryn asked the attendants and learned that Illya stayed at home honestly all day. Although there were six violent disturbances during the period, they were all stopped by the attendant with a smile.
He expressed his satisfaction and hoped to continue.
After returning to the room, he turned on the terminal, connected the monitor, and began to browse the news about the scepter.
Nalen: "..." What the hell
The conscientious report of [the scepter handed down from ancient times is missing, suspected to be the secret work of the enemy country] that I saw at the beginning was overwhelmed by the information frenzy and disappeared without a trace. Now the screen is full of information similar to [Shocked! The shocking sadomasochism hidden behind the disappearance of the scepter] and [Revelation: The real scepter disappeared more than a thousand years ago].
After browsing through it, not only was there no clue, but it was even more confusing.
Among them was a well-founded analysis post, which listed ten people who coveted the scepter, and Naren was the first to bear the brunt.
[... The Xiaerwei family has produced many celebrities, but this family is relatively mysterious and doesn't like to show their faces. But no one can deny that they have a decisive influence on Asha. His Majesty's matriarchal family is Charviet. With the blood of the royal family dying, Prince Charviet even has a very high line of succession to the throne...]
Naren: "..." Looking at the series of plots that are comparable to plot novels, he admired the brains of the masses. Especially the bunch of motives for committing the crime.
[…Under His Majesty's deliberate suppression, the current Prince Sharvie has made no achievements. It was also rumored that he had a deep grudge with the royalist Marshal Sellsmont, which seemed to reveal a certain political position.]
He actually thought it made sense and almost believed it.
No, except for the words "no achievements".
After looking at it for a while, he felt that it was meaningless, and moved his fingers to cross all the windows. Just as he was about to close the terminal, he suddenly thought of something, clicked on the search page again, and entered the word "Lan Chong".
After a while, the entry explanation about "Lan Chong" popped up, with high-definition pictures below.
It was a brightly colored, medium-sized insect, with nearly six colors spread all over the thin wing leaves, very dazzling and gorgeous.
However, what makes the scalp tingling is that it has three mouthparts...
[The blue worm is brightly colored and has the most mouthparts discovered so far. People usually associate this "multi-mouthed worm" with liars and sophists.]
Nalen: "..." Sells is cursing around the corner!
After three days of calm, the prince, who was stimulated by the haze worm, finally came out of the depression, and belatedly remembered the agreement with a certain gold-eating worm—"I will wait at the place where we first met."
Naren: "..." Fuck, I completely forgot!
With a guilty conscience, he disguised himself again and rushed to the agreed place. Drawing on the previous experience, he became very enthusiastic about disguise, and quietly bought several wigs and beards, which seemed to be able to collect all the colors of the rainbow when put together.
There was no sign of Xi Jin at the foot of Sunset Volcano. He ran up the mountain, shouted a few times, but did not see any giant insects crawling.
After asking the staff of the scenic spot, I learned that there were no blond-haired, white-skinned teenagers and others. After several confirmations, it is certain that Xi Jin has not come back here.
This made him inexplicably relieved, but also worried. Anyway, I hope this bug with a sensitive nose will go back to his hometown and stop making any more moths.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is always caught off guard.
The failure to reconcile with his little friend Xijin this time did not make Naren feel particularly uneasy. If you really want to say that there is something different, it is probably that the entire scenic spot of Sunset Volcano has now entered the prince's blacklist. If there is no accident, he will not come here in the future.
"Sir, sir!" Naren heard someone yelling, turned his head, and saw the clubhouse staff trotting all the way to catch up.
"Sir, there is your communication."
Naren wondered: "How is it possible?"
As soon as the voice fell, a communication device was stuffed into his hand. Looking at the staff's sincere and kind smiling faces, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
Putting the receiver to his ear, Naren made no sound.
After a few seconds of silence, the opposite party called out tentatively: "Lan Chong?"
Nalen's face darkened: "Who is Lan Chong?"
A chuckle came from the receiver: "You are really listening."
Naren: "..."