Two hours later, the invitations with the Monte family crest were released one after another, and the personal guards sent them to every corner of the imperial capital.
As an outstanding young, young, talented, and handsome man, Naren also received the invitation and handed it back in the next second.
"What a coincidence." He glanced lightly at the person who sent the invitation, "I happened to have an appointment with my friends on this day."
Naren didn't know that his noble and glamorous refusal failed when he turned around. His nine-year-old niece hurriedly caught up with the sender, crying for invitations.
Ilya: "The little uncle said he regretted it, let me get the invitation! Please don't expose him."
"this… "
Ilya clasped her hands together and stared at him with her big blue innocent eyes: "Give it to me, and I will hand it over to him for you."
"... Then, well, here you are."
He touched the head of the little blond girl. I thought to myself, although Prince Sharvie has a weird personality, but his niece is unexpectedly pure and lovely.
For the nobles in the imperial capital, this weekend is destined to not be able to stay at home leisurely. On the same day, they received two heavyweight invitations one after another, and found that the time on the invitations was surprisingly consistent. Reminiscent of some rumors of discord between the marshal and the prince, everyone keenly sensed the smell of a game.
Deep-minded people believe that this is not a simple choice between the two, but a choice of position. Marshal or Prince? This is a difficult problem.
Although Prince Xavier's voice among the people is not as popular as the national idol, Marshal Sells, but as the matriarchal blood relative of the emperor, his status is very lofty. Before the old Prince Xavier retired, he made a great contribution to the empire. contribute.
One party holds the real power, and the other party has a noble lineage, so no one is easy to offend.
A few days later, the appointed time finally arrived.
Naren called on Elida, and they went to the agreed place together.
Eleda looked listless, with thick dark circles under his eyes.
Nalen: "Didn't sleep well?"
Eleda shook his head: "It's hard to say."
Naren was puzzled, but the big brown-haired man obviously didn't want to start the conversation, but lifted his spirits and said expectantly, "I'm going to relax a little bit today!"
The party will be held in a private courtyard in the belly of Sunset Volcano. At this time, it is spring, everything in the mountains is revived, the original volcano has long been extinct, and artificially transplanted flowers and plants cover a large area of the mountain surface. The breeze is coming slowly, with a faint sweet fragrance.
Nalen stopped halfway: "You go up the mountain first."
Alida was puzzled: "Why? Don't we go there together?"
Nalen thought for a while, and gave a very casual excuse: "The wrist has been aching for the past few days. I heard that there is a medical hall at the foot of the mountain. The owner of the hall is a descendant of a family of ancient medical skills, so I plan to take a look."
Ailida worried: "Before you said it was already done!"
Naren quickly answered, "It's relapsed."
Elida frowned tightly, and said, "Forget it, I'd better go with you."
Nalen said seriously: "No need. Aren't you looking forward to this gathering? Mrs. Hill and Miss Betty will also attend the appointment, so you don't need to accompany me."
Elida raised his face: "Do you need to be polite between us? Would I abandon my sick friend for the sake of a woman? Naren, we are friends! Of course I will take care of you first!"
Facing the friend's sincere words, Naren was a little moved. However, this slight touch did not move him. On the contrary, he was a little disappointed—I heard that there is a private medical clinic here, and the owner of the clinic is blind. information.
If the wounds on his body are not treated, there will be serious problems. The meeting place is set at Sunset Volcano, and it is only to heal the wounds and illnesses without anyone noticing. If Elida insists on following...
"You're right, but we're not going."
Alida was puzzled: "Why?!"
Nalen said sincerely: "Because, I suddenly feel better."
The big brown-haired man fell into a bewildered silence.
The plan to see a doctor came to an end without a problem, and Naren was a little upset. He glanced at the crowd behind him from the corner of his eye and wondered, "Why are there so many people here?"
How many teams are there or are the families that have made good friends with Sells
Eleda's voice was a little sullen: "Oh, I heard that Seles invited people to come here to soak in the hot spring today. Didn't you receive the invitation?"
"..."
Received it, but in order to show his disdain, he didn't even open the invitation, so he returned it directly, not knowing that the location chosen by the other party was also Sunset Volcano.
Elida: "Let's go quickly, so as not to bump into that annoying guy."
However, it was too late.
"Isn't this Prince Xavier?" A melodious voice came from behind.
Naren turned around and recognized the person who came at a glance—Serth's number one eagle dog, Officer Dia.
This rude guy who was born behind the mine star unexpectedly also came, and stopped them in a very frivolous tone.
"I heard that you rejected the invitation, and then quietly sent someone to take it away?" Dia looked at Nalen with a half-smile, "I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect you to come."
Nalen stood where he was, his face covered with frost. He didn't quite understand Dia's provocative words, but he didn't want to pay attention to it right now.
Because Selsmont's eyes were falling on him undisguisedly.
Naren felt that the blood flow in his body became faster, and his heart was beating wildly. This gaze always makes people feel a sense of helplessness that is secret and invisible.
He thought that if Sells had any memory of that night, it would be a disaster for him. Just thinking about it is overwhelming with shame.
This was the first real meeting between the two after that night.
As the marshal of the empire with a large number of admirers, even in ordinary clothes, he is still tall and tall, possessing an imposing manner and bearing that ordinary people cannot match.
A man destined to stand tall and be admired.
Even Nalen had to admit that in terms of appearance, Sells had more advantages than himself in being a superior.
His appearance is not bad, but he is too feminine, and because of his personality, he is not very likable. Just as Elida said, compared to the majestic Sairs like a lion, he is more like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.
The poisonous snake spat out the snake letter and showed a decent smile: "Marshal Seers, long time no see."
Sells nodded, his eyes fell on his wrist: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Does your hand still hurt?"
Nalen's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "It's just a small injury, nothing to worry about."
Ailida said indignantly: "Naron, you just said that your wrist hurts! Some people's actions are too inconsiderate."
Naren: "..."
Dia, who was next to him, said, "I'm really sorry. If there is a chance to compete in the future, I will definitely remind the marshal to keep a gentle force so as not to hurt His Royal Highness. After all, the prince is not those vicious bandits on the battlefield, let alone Rough-skinned and thick-skinned soldiers on the training ground."
Nalen looked at his teammates, and then at others, feeling a sense of gloom in his heart.