Nick shook his head: "I mean the prince."
Female Inspector: "..."
Nick turned his head, belatedly said: "Oh, Marshal, he's pretty good-looking too."
Female inspector: "???"
—The energetic young people are always so fickle.
"Actually... the prince's father, Angri, is the real god." The female inspector, who was over forty years old, had a blush on her face: "Compared to both, Seles and Naren seem too immature gone."
Nick looked at her blankly, and the younger generation knew very little about the previous era.
"Lord Angeli was a legend in the imperial capital decades ago. He only had one wife in his life, who is His Majesty's sister-in-law. I remember that when Mrs. Sharvie passed away due to illness, Prince Naryn was still a child."
Speaking of her childhood idol, this serious female inspector showed a bright color in her eyes, and she could vaguely see her youthful demeanor.
She patiently gave him some scientific research, and then became melancholy.
"You can still vaguely see the shadow of Lord Angeli on him."
She hooked her lips and smiled again: "What a beautiful child."
Nick: "..."
The male inspector coughed and stopped the increasingly irrelevant conversation between the two colleagues. Dutifully made a pertinent evaluation of the incident just now: "It seems that the news of the discord between the two is open to discussion... The marshal is very close to the prince."
The female inspector nodded: "Yes, this is beyond my expectation."
Nick, as Searles' number one fanboy, has the most say.
"I remember that the relationship between the marshal and the prince is not harmonious." Nick worried: "On the contrary, it is still very tense?"
People farther away may not know it, but Nick, who grew up in the imperial capital, can still hear some gossip.
The female inspector said thoughtfully: "It's a pity that I didn't take advantage of the cross-examination just now to ask this question myself."
"Nick, follow up quietly." The male inspector's eyes flickered darkly, "Letting the suspect in a serious case be taken away, even if that person is a marshal, is still risky."
After a long time, he found that he didn't get a response, and frowned: "Nick?"
"Oh, yes!" The freckled man came back to his senses, holding a pile of documents with a particularly dazed expression.
Why did the more he looked at it, the more familiar the backs of those two people walking away together
"Don't be distracted during working hours." He said coldly: "I understand your excitement when you see your idol, but last time you missed work for a day to go to Sunset Volcano to meet the Marshal. I still have your reflection book, I need it Shall I read it to you?"
Freckled Nick shook his body and tremblingly said: "Sir... I'm sorry, I, I was wrong."
The shadow dominated by the ten thousand word reflection book still lingers in his heart, and when it is suddenly mentioned at this moment, he is terribly frightened.
The man looked serious.
Nick shivered.
The female inspector on the side laughed and broke the situation: "Silly Nick, your parents have given you the task of chasing idols in an open and honest manner, why don't you hurry up and follow up?"
Nick was stunned, and looked up to meet the deep gaze of his boss, instantly comprehended the other's good intentions, and blushed with emotion.
Flattered!
"I, I'm going right now!"
After shouting this sentence loudly, Nick was so excited that he was about to run away—
"I asked you to 'quietly' follow! Be quiet!"
The voice from behind was full of hatred for iron but not steel!
Nick turned his head and whispered in a breathy voice: "Okay... yes... sir... officer..."
Then he stood on tiptoe and made a soft sound, and tiptoed out.
Officer: "???" I suddenly felt a little regretful, what should I do.
Outside the courtroom.
When the familiar R-class sports car belonging to the marshal slowly approached, Naren closed the terminal with a "snap". And then "hot" in Sels? In his eyes, he reservedly sat on the passenger seat.
This time the marshal did not considerately adjust to the highest speed for him, but adjusted to a low-to-medium speed, as if planning to take a slow trip.
"where to?"
Nalen thought for a while and said, "Let's go around the imperial capital."
Sells didn't ask much, and set up the route instead.
"I'll give it back to you." Naren handed over the hot terminal in his hand.
Sells looked at it for a few seconds after taking it, and laughed out loud after a while.
Naren immediately glanced sideways: "What are you laughing at?"
Sells didn't answer, and read out in a low voice: "After the night, even the dawn. But in the days without you, it's always dark night, no stars, no moonlight..."
The deep voice is like the light of pouring water, whispering in the ear.
Nalen coughed and interrupted the marshal's reading: "I can't write it either. This is a poem from the predecessors."
Sells watched him silently.
Naren asked: "Is it not good?" The prince who has never written such nasty words as "I miss you" is actually not very good at it. So I can only rely on the omnipotent terminal, and just excerpt a few sentences.
Sells shook his head. "No, very good. I like it very much."
Naren: "..."
Naren's eyes jumped: "Don't look at me, look at the road."
Sells turned his head, but didn't look at the road, but lowered his head and sent it contentedly.
"Will he like it?"
Nalen turned his head and admired the scene outside the car: "Some people like beautiful and subtle poetry, while others think that kind of thing is pale, lacking, and worthless."
Sells said "hmm": "He should like it."
- The tips of the ears are red.
A certain prince with red ears still maintained his calm and unruffled expression, and his heart was very complicated: this kind of feeling of joining forces with the enemy to deceive himself is really, bad.
"Don't you think it's strange? Lan Chong..." Sayers pointed to the information in the contact column of the terminal, and said, "That's a species on the Zombie Planet. The three-stomach insect last night is Lan Chong."
The black-haired marshal adjusted his sitting posture, his face became dark and difficult to distinguish. He slowly approached Nalen's ear, lowered his voice and said softly, "Maybe I'm the one who colluded with Wormstar?"
Nalen: "..." This idea is really novel and bold.
Sayers asked, "You don't seem surprised at all."
Naren glanced at him and his face became serious.
"This is a sign of my trust in you. Don't test my sincerity!"
Sells: "…"
He twitched the corners of his mouth and sat back in his seat silently.
Sells was about to put the terminal away after sending, but a message popped up saying, "The Prey team won the game last night."
The moment he heard the news, Naren's face darkened: "Oh, really?"
Sells continued: "I heard that your points are the highest in the team."
Naren: "..."
Wins... the one with the most points...
what does that mean
His mood fell to the bottom in an instant.
The rare opportunity to rectify Sells, just gone
Just because of an accident, he missed the tempting spoils
His hard work for this has become a joke
Everything has become useless, it is nothing!
Sells was curious: "If there were no accidents last night, what would you ask for at the party?"
Naren said: "It is already doomed to be impossible to achieve, and it is useless to mention it."
"Actually—" Sayers suddenly said, "If you can do it, I can fulfill some small requirements for you."
Nalen looked deeply: "..." No, you can't do it.
Sells said: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't do it."
— because... alas.
Nalen closed his eyes, very tired: "Let me be quiet."
The tone is very sad and sad.
He nestled on the seat, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of black mist.
Sells said a few words of relief in a soft voice, trying to bring the prince who was in an inexplicable grief back to his senses.
However, Naren was unmoved, and the whole person fell into a depressed mood, looking listless.
In the end, the marshal gave up his verbal comfort and patted him on the shoulder instead, silently conveying strength.
When the car stopped and Sells announced "arrived", Nalen was still in a state of speechlessness.
The verdant vegetation, dark soil and rocks, and the familiar sunset volcano entrance just appeared in front of him. In addition to the location of the princess dinner, here is another turning point of the whole tragedy.
— so it also made him particularly impressed.
"Why are you here?"
Says Sells: "Talking about things in a comfortable environment can get twice the result with half the effort."
He led Naryn up a small path, and after a few turns, a small hidden door appeared in front of them.
The surrounding environment was very familiar, and when he entered the small door and walked through a long corridor, the memories in his mind rushed out.
"...a hot spring club?"
Sayers said, "Well, which bath bag do you prefer? Agar grass or creeper?"
Nalen: "…" No, none of them.
While talking, the two came to Searles' room again. Looking at the bath towels and the steaming hot spring inside, a strong sense of conspiracy swept through Nalen's body.
He said coldly, "I'm not used to taking a bath during the day."
Sells coaxed: "Why don't you try?"
Nalen said, "Not trying."
A sigh escaped from the marshal's mouth.
After a while, Sells didn't give up: "Did you take a shower before going to bed last night?"
Nalen didn't even lift his eyelids: "It's too late, it shouldn't be."
His Royal Highness, who is seriously obsessed with cleanliness, sneered inwardly—
Heh, do you think this will make him surrender
Unpredictable!
Sells observed for a while, confirmed that the other party was determined, and sighed regretfully again.
"Then let's eat some fruit."
Nalen: "???" Why did the subject change so bluntly? He had already prepared a set of rhetoric to decline it!
Sells turned around and took out a plate of fruit from a corner: "Ah, today's serving fruit is lime."
Nalen said decisively: "No." Toothache.