In the end, Nalen also failed to witness how Searles "did justice for him", because he was stopped by his father just as he was about to walk over.
He was more curious about what his father said to Sells than what happened to Jeff.
But the degree of difficulty in prying open the old father's mouth is too high, almost tantamount to no solution.
On the way home, he secretly contacted Sells with the terminal, and tentatively asked for the details of the conversation. However, there was no response from the other side. Looking at the gradually darkening screen, Naren's mood gradually darkened.
- There is no second reply treatment every time you use the terminal to contact.
"What's the matter with you and the boy from the Monte family?" The old prince next to him suddenly spoke up, and questioned his youngest son slowly.
Nalen turned his gaze away from the communication interface, and heard the echoer Ilya repeat loudly: "What's going on?!"
He looked at the serious father and the niece whose eyes seemed to be burning with small flames, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "Do I even need to report my friendship?"
After a brief silence, the old prince said in a deep voice, "Pay attention to your words."
Illya: "Words!"
Naren: "..."
He straightened his face and wanted to remind his father that teaching the children in front of the grandchildren would cause serious family education problems. Illya is becoming more and more disrespectful, and a large part of the reason is due to this.
His dignity as an uncle has been repeatedly challenged.
This really dissatisfied him.
Especially when he got into the car just now, he just set the speed to the highest gear, but was criticized by his old father, and now he can only drive in the middle of the road like a snail.
Sells would not care about such trivial and insignificant things.
The only way Naren can resist his father is to keep silent.
At this moment, he didn't say a word, and sat in the driver's seat as quietly as a chicken, looking ahead.
The old prince: "..."
The old prince, who had always wanted to build a warm and harmonious family style of heart-to-heart talk, realized that he had failed at the very beginning. Knowing his younger son's temper well, and also knowing that he couldn't find the right way to ease it, the old prince frowned resignedly.
—Even if he was worried and sad, the expression he made was like the effect of "my son is rebellious and ready to be slaughtered".
Not long after returning home, the terminal beeped.
—At last.
Nalen thought it was a reply from Sells, but found that it was just a push message.
[The Yasha Empire will usher in the first emperor who has lost his mind!]
Isn't this kind of title afraid of being harmonized
The more appalling the title, the more attractive it is to click in. Although he has been fooled countless times, Naren still clicked in cheaply.
A huge black worm came into view.
It has small black eyes, a long tail with eight legs, and a small white spot on the tip of the tail. The whole worm nests in a huge palm. The owner of the hand showed his side face, it was their Emperor His Majesty.
Nalen: "..." Except that the size and shape are not right, this is completely a miniature gold-eating bug!
The change in his face caught the attention of the old prince: "What's wrong?"
Nalen opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, turned into his room, and closed the door.
The old prince had a hurt look in his eyes.
Although the title of the report was bold, the content of the text was full of praise, such as "the emperor's new favorite", "special pet"... There was no information that Nalen wanted to see at all.
The point is, looking at the angle of this picture, it looks like his cousin who loves to show his presence in front of the crowd deliberately posed for the picture!
Maybe it's the larva left by the worm star on Asha
In the eyes of the Yasha people, the bug star's bug body is basically the same, he may just be blind... This should not be Xijin, you must know that Xijin is a giant bug that can run wildly on its own!
The poor boy in the picture probably couldn't even hold one of his fingers.
Naren comforted himself, after the initial shock, he felt that he was worrying too much.
At this time, Sells' reply finally came.
[Baby, where are you?]
Nalen: "???" He double-checked, and it is true that the terminal cannot be wrong.
what happened.
Just when he wanted to find out, the screen flashed and the message was withdrawn.
[Sorry, wrong post.]
"..."
Then he waited until Sells saw the question ahead of him and answered it.
Minutes passed, however, and the terminal remained silent. It seems that except for the accident that he accidentally sent the wrong message, Sells really didn't plan to reply.
Naren, who lost his patience, took out the communicator, looked at the pile of brand new unread messages on it, and thought: Don't expect me to reply you before you reply to me.
Time is wasted in communication.
The old prince miraculously discovered that his youngest son, who had strong self-control, was suspected of being addicted to the Internet when he became an adult. Not only do you have to hold the terminal while eating, but you also take out the terminal suddenly even when you are out for a walk.
He was a little worried, worried that something was wrong with his son.
However, there are no peers to communicate with him on family education issues, so he can only rely on Xingwang.
"Any abnormality has traces to follow."
The old prince nodded, this sentence is very reasonable.
"If the child has grown up and become independent..." A large part of the analysis in the middle was too lengthy, so he jumped directly to the result.
"It's not internet addiction, it's love."
Facing this line of words, the old prince fell into a long silence.
This is destined to be an eventful year, but the hunting festival is still on schedule.
It has been three years since the last event, and the whole country of Asha has fallen into a warm atmosphere that has not been seen for a long time. The prelude to the festival will kick off in the Royal Hunting Garden. On this day, almost all TV stations will broadcast the scene of His Majesty's speech in real time.
When Nalen took his seat, he happened to see the emperor's cousin, who was dressed like a male peacock, strode into the arena vigorously.
He looked back, only to see a group of attendants, nothing unusual, not to mention any bugs.
All preparations have been completed, and the next step is to hold the celebration according to the procedure.
Sells also took his seat early, and is sitting three seats away from Nalen. On his left is Princess Shasha, who has just grown up. The well-dressed girl is like a newly ripened fruit, exuding a seductive fragrance. On his right... There was no one, and the princess' entourage blocked all third parties who tried to approach.
Naren: "..." Poor.
It was rare for him to feel a sympathy for Sells.
This is a notoriously difficult princess in the imperial capital. In the past, people could attribute her behavior to ignorance, but since the bar mitzvah, this argument has almost become untenable.
Every time he sees Princess Sasha, Naryn will strengthen the education of his niece after going back, so as not to grow into another troublesome existence in the future.
Princess Shasha can't understand anyone who is hostile to her sweetheart.
Because of the tense relationship between him and Searles for a long time, the wayward princess almost never gave him a good face.
Naren naturally had a bad impression of her.
While no one was paying attention, he secretly edited a message with the communicator.
[I saw you.]
Sells lowered his head and quickly glanced at the terminal. After a while, he began to look around.
The girl next to him noticed his change, seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his distraction, and hugged his arm coquettishly.
[Stupid, I'm watching the live broadcast.]
Naren sneered inwardly, but calmly observed Sells' reaction on the face.
Because she was pestered by Princess Sasha at close range, Seth couldn't open the terminal to check the latest news in front of her—no one should expect the most honorable little princess Shasha in the empire to learn the basic morality of respecting privacy. He didn't want to share his information records with such a "girl".
Naren sighed, but there was gloating in his eyes.
Look, even if it's "Dony" this time, there is no second return treatment.
[She is pretty.]
[She hugs you, are you lovers?]
…
Messages came one after another, and Searles did not activate the silent mode. This kind of movement naturally aroused Princess Shasha's curiosity.
Sells looked cold, and said something in a low voice, and then the princess's eyes were red, and she moved closer...
Naren was sure that for a moment, Sells' expression darkened.
[True hypocrisy.]
He obviously doesn't like it, but still maintains his demeanor. If it was him, he would have thrown him away on the spot.
[Maybe you are enjoying it too...then just pretend that the last one doesn't exist.]
Naren sneered.
At this moment, Sells stood up abruptly, said a few words to the astonished Princess, then turned and walked away.
Seeing Sells getting closer and closer to him, Naren belatedly confirmed a fact: he was walking towards him.
Naren looked to his left, but there was no one there; he looked to his right, still no one.
—The prince, without Eleda, looked helpless.
"Naron." There was a shadow above his head, and Sells stood in front of him, smiling and said, "Long time no see."
Then he sat down naturally.
Nalen: "...all seats are assigned."
Sells glanced at the name tag on the seat: "Lun Kelan? He wouldn't mind exchanging it with me."
Nalen: "You're going to put me in the picture by sitting here."
Sells: "…"
Nallon said boldly: "Where I am, the camera cannot stay for more than one second."
Sells: "Oh, that's good."
Nalen: "But Marshall also emphasized that after the whole celebration, you must have at least a quarter of the shot."
Sells was silent.
"These are two contradictory requirements." Nalen said seriously: "Princess Shasha also proposed that there should be enough chances of showing her face, so you were arranged together."
It sounds reasonable and cannot be refuted.
Sells thought for a moment and said, "But... this year I'm asking for more private space and less public appearances."
Nalen said lightly: "In addition to subjective requirements, we also need to consider the objective market."
Sells: "..." He fell silent, turning his body sideways to examine the people around him with deep eyes.
Naren was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and couldn't help turning his head and glaring at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the miniature camera hidden in the grass, and his expression froze.
He is the main person in charge! When it was contrary to Marshall's order, the people under him actually followed the latter's request without hesitation? ! Don't even ask him
Although he doesn't like to be in the mirror, in this case, His Royal Highness still wants to save face. So he quickly adjusted his facial expressions, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and made himself appear stable and reserved.
Sells noticed his change and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nalen felt aggrieved: "Don't get so close."
He doesn't want to be in the same frame!
The meaning of disgust is very obvious.
Sells felt it, and he didn't force others. He slowly sat up straight, and opened the terminal as he wished.
With so many notification sounds, it is really a kind of torture if you want to watch but can't.
Far away from the overly curious Princess Sasha, and only such a prince who disdained to pry into other people's privacy was left by his side, the marshal could finally send a message with confidence to see what surprises his little worm had sent him.
Sells laughed lowly.
Naren had already noticed his movement, and he tightened his mind even more after hearing the laughter.
Was the message he sent funny
He was trying to ridicule, why is Sells's face not only not ugly at all, but also seems very happy
Nalen suddenly coughed and reminded, "Sells, she's here."
she
Sells put away the terminal, and saw Princess Shasha coming here with her skirt in hand.
"..."
Naren: "If you like the position here, I don't mind switching it, I'll go first..."
Sells held him down: "There are people sitting on both sides of me now."
Yes, Sells sat with Naryn on one side and a respectable middle-aged officer on the other. If Nalen leaves, it will be tantamount to making room for Princess Sasha.
"Naren!" The princess stopped in front of the two and said to Nalen proudly, "Move over here."
There is an empty seat on the other side of Naren, and the person arranged has not yet taken a seat.
Sells sent Naren's previous words to the princess verbatim: "All seats are arranged."
The princess gave him an aggrieved look, and then said, "Naron, change seats with me!"
Sells looked at Naren deeply.
Naren only left him a profile.
Princess: "Did you hear that?"
Nalen sneered: "His Royal Highness Sasha, pay attention to your wording and attitude when asking others. I am not a tolerant elder who condones minors, let alone you are not a minor."
Sells is certainly hateful, but it is impossible for him to be rudely called around.
"You!" Princess Shasha stomped her feet angrily, "Shalvie, you are bullying!"
Nalen looked at Sells and blinked: "Did I bully her?"
Sells shook his head immediately.
Satisfied, Naryn turned around and said, "Look, the marshal can testify for me."
Princess Sasha: "..."