Sells took a sip of wine: "The most interesting part of the hunting game is the reward for the victor."
Naren: "That's not necessarily the case, if you lose... No one dares to tease the Marshal of the Empire, even if it's just a little game reward."
The team is divided into two teams, the hunter team and the prey team. The winning side can choose one person from the losing team and make a request, and the chosen one needs to fulfill it on the spot.
And that's the real fun of this game.
Naren once heard that after the victory in the previous session, someone chose his friends and asked them to wear women's clothing to dance with him...
Then the next day, that person was chased and beaten all the way.
Requirements of a malicious nature like this are relatively rare, but not without exception.
In the previous year's list of participants, the only one Naren was familiar with was Elida. But he is not interested in teasing Elida, no, it should be said, even if there is no such game, he still has a way to make Alida unlucky.
So when Sellers asked if he would play this year, Nalen himself wasn't sure -- it all depended on whether there was anyone on the roster that interested him.
Sells looked over deeply: "Sometimes, being teased is also a good experience."
——Standing at the height of the empire, the Marshal, who has no fun in the game, has a vicissitudes of life in his tone.
Nalen returned a polite sneer, thinking, if I win, I will definitely let you run around the Imperial Capital in a skirt, bringing you a brand new and shocking experience.
Sells lowered his eyelids, as if thinking of something bad, his mood became depressed.
Suddenly he said, "I really want to see him."
Naren: "Who?"
Sells gave him a "you should understand" look.
Naryn understood instantly—no, I don't understand.
Sayers asked, "What do you think he thinks?"
Nalen: "I don't know."
Searles was helpless: "I just want to talk to him, fully respect his wishes, and not do anything disturbing."
Nalen raised his glass and took a sip: "But it's useless for you to tell me these things."
Sells sighed: "Yes."
Just when Nalen thought that this topic would end early because of his lack of catering, Sells suddenly stood up from his seat.
Naren raised his head, a little puzzled.
Sells walked around the table beside him and sat down next to him again.
The sudden closeness made Naren stiffen and asked, "What are you doing?"
Seles patted him on the shoulder, pulled him over, and said in a low voice: "It's strange, it's hard for me to say these things to Andrea and Dia, but in front of you, I always... No burden."
Nalen stretched his neck and moved away from some distance: "Also, maybe it is difficult to say some private things in front of close people."
Sells was noncommittal, and continued to maintain the posture of embracing his shoulders, as if he didn't feel anything wrong.
Instead, they stick closer: "You mean we're not close enough?"
After the question was released, there was a short silence on both sides.
Nalen stretched out his hand expressionlessly, grabbed the claw on his shoulder, and tried to break it apart.
"We sort of reconciled because of Illya..." But at the end of the day, they haven't developed any personal friendship.
Before he could say the last half of his harsh words, Sells had already clasped his wrist with his backhand and pressed it against the edge of the table. At the same time, he picked up the wine glass with his left hand and forcefully stuffed it into Naren's restrained hand.
"For reconciliation."
He raised another wine glass, and under Nalen's gaze, he drank the liquid in the glass and looked over quietly.
Nalen: "..." No, he doesn't want to drink - there won't be a reconciliation at all until his wish to "make Sayles run laps in a dress" is fulfilled.
His eyes were getting colder, he put down his glass, not intending to follow Searles' wishes.
The wine swayed slowly, glowing under the mild light in the room.
Sells smiled, with the same expression on his face, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "No matter how much perfume there is, it can't cover up the smell of Aijiacao."
Naren looked at him in shock. In an instant, countless thoughts popped up in my mind, and the first one that bears the brunt is "Sels found out".
"What aijiacao?" He asked dryly.
Sells leaned over again, this time even more outrageous, almost putting his whole head on Nalen's neck.
"Don't you know how you smell?"
Nalen couldn't help raising his hand to sniff, and then realized that this was a bit stupid. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Of course I remember what perfume I wore before going out. Do you need me to say the front, middle and back notes?"
Sells: "That's not necessary."
Nalen: "I don't know what grass you're talking about."
Sells relaxed and leaned against the soft back of the chair.
Nalen gritted his teeth: "I'm waiting, you, explain, explain."
Sells: "Oh, the hot spring club you didn't go to before, likes to add aga grass in the bath bag."
Nalen sneered: "You are talking about Illya. She does have a strange smell on her body. Maybe when you see her, you will also be infected with that smell, because I'm sure she will jump into your arms , like a kitten, leave your own scent on the person you like."
Sells: "…"
Nalen: "She misses you very much, and she wants to sneak out without me every day. Maybe I'm too strict. I should take her to visit Monte's house when I have time."
Sells rubbed his temples.
Nalen continued: "Her wish is to marry you when she grows up. If she is not too young, I will be happy to facilitate this."
Sells: "…"
Nalen stood up with an extremely indifferent expression: "Thank you for the hospitality, I'm leaving first."
Seeing Prince Xavier leaving a cold back without turning his head, a certain marshal who was nestled in the chair finally realized that he seemed to have brought the relationship that had finally broken the ice and eased back to zero.
He sighed, but there was no look of disappointment in his eyes. He called up his personal terminal, clicked into the information interface with the note "Lan Chong", and sent a message after a few seconds.
[Don't contaminate the smell of Aijia grass to other men.]
He sat in Nalen's seat and drank for a while before waiting for a reply.
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[What do you want to do?]
[Laughing like this is really laughing.]
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[…]
Nalen threw away the communicator and returned home with a solemn expression. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he immediately paced back and forth around the room.
Fuck! Scary!
Fortunately, he is smart enough!
but…
[Don't contaminate the smell of Aijia grass to other men.]
What the hell does Sels mean