The top batch of sports cars of Elrod's family are extremely rare. Of course, the price is unimaginably sky-high for ordinary people... But in this interstellar era, there will always be a few big local tyrants on each planet, big and small, and the total number of people is not a lot.
Basically, less than a minute after the launch of the limited edition car, it quickly became a sold out state.
—The number of competitors is too large.
Nalen had nothing to pay for the car, but he didn't have extraordinary hand speed. Every time, he could only watch the quantity available for purchase reduced to zero... His heartache was unbearable.
Sells patted him on the shoulder.
"What are you thinking?"
Naren said: "Sports car."
Sells: "…"
Nalen came back to his senses: "Oh, I mean, the new car is really nice."
After starting the car, he stretched out his fingers to feel the operating screen, and the envy and jealousy in his eyes seemed to be about to turn into substance.
Nalen asked again: "What about little R?"
Sells reacted for half a second, realizing it was his previous R-class sports car.
Every time Elrod's house comes out with a new model, his mother will always send it to him as soon as possible, and then he will return the unnecessary car, which is called recycling.
Naren was silent, and after a while, he broke away from the hand of Seth Privileged Party Mount on his body.
Sells pretended not to notice, retracted his hand with some pity, and reported a place name while sitting in the passenger seat.
The voice recording system immediately locates the location and asks whether to confirm the start.
Naren: "..."
It is worthy of being the sports car of Elrod's family, precise, fast and humanized!
-want to.
This further strengthened the Prince's determination to guard the limit. The next season is just around the corner, and he must not miss it again.
"call out-"
The local tyrant's new car drove the two of them away from the Sharvi's house at high speed.
Neither of the two young men in the car noticed that there was a lonely and stubborn figure standing for a long time in a corner not far behind.
The old prince, who took a sniff of the new energy exhaust, gazed sadly ahead...
His beloved youngest son has really become someone else's family.
Maybe it's time for him to start walking with the Montes someday. When he was young, the stubborn and tough Prince Angri also had some disputes with the old Monte because of some trivial matters that "become blurred in retrospect". Speaking of which, it has been too long since the two families sat down to have a good heart-to-heart talk.
The life of the predecessor Monte was relatively mediocre. His only success was that he had such an excellent son as Sells.
— Divorced in middle age, like him, he has been a bachelor for most of his life.
Perhaps this can be used as a topic starting point, after all empathy is the first step in establishing spiritual communication.
Naren didn't know that his father had already thought about an icebreaker party with the Montes.
He was taken to a completely strange place.
This is a very spectacular building with a semi-circular exterior, covered with silver-gray metal panels, reflecting dazzling light in the sun. In the middle, the huge words "Hunting Special" occupy the entire advertising screen. Before entering, I could vaguely hear the loud shouts inside.
Sells led people through a small door and into the room.
There are rows of small square lockers in the room, and the keyhole is designed as a sensor the size of a fingernail. The marshal opened the terminal, pointed at a small square, and smiled.
"See what this year will be?"
Nalen: "???"
A slight "beep" sounded, and a second later, the small square selected by the marshal "clicked" open.
Nalen curiously took out the thing in the grid, and found that it was an exaggerated clown mask, with a red round nose, a toothy and split mouth, and the color was extremely bold.
Sells was silent for a moment: "It seems that luck is not very good."
Naren raised the mask: "Your?"
Sells nodded, took the mask and put it on calmly: "The amusement city here will hold activities every hunting festival. I have participated in it a few times before, and it is very interesting."
Nalen: "..." Pulled him over early in the morning for fun
"It's your turn." Sells urged, pointing to the small square: "Pay the entrance fee first, and the mask is the pass. Every mask here has a different pattern."
Nalen was aroused, looked at Sells wearing a clown mask, and said indifferently: "I shouldn't be able to draw such a bad style."
As it turns out, Lady Luck hasn't looked after the hapless prince in ages since the dinner party, and this time... still.
There is a suspicious smile on the huge dog's head, which exudes a magical light no matter from which angle.
Naren: "..."
His Royal Highness, who was relaxed just a second ago, was filled with black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sells took off his mask: "... change with me?"
He thought Naren was going to faint.
The caring marshal took the opportunity to stand aside, skillfully wrapped one hand around the prince's shoulder, and passed the clown mask over with the other hand, and placed it side by side with the dog mask.
"Which one do you like?"
Naren overplayed his head, his eyes were deep. Now his tangled question is not which mask to choose, but—
Why did you touch him again
The Prince, who disliked physical contact, decided to say something.
Sells: "Maybe the clown would be better?"
"No need to change it." Naren shook his head, rejecting his kindness: "You won't see it after wearing it, but if you wear it, I will be forced to face it all the time."
This kind of emoticon package, just looking at it, is a huge damage to the spirit.
Sells: "…"
It makes sense.
He felt that he shouldn't waste time on the mask for entering the arena, so he said decisively: "Okay, I'll put it on for you."
Before Naren could react, he felt that his hands were empty. Sells had already taken his mask and stood behind him. Just as he was about to turn around and refuse, he heard a whisper behind his ear: "Don't move around."
Naren: "…" No, he wants to do it himself.
His Royal Highness, who was stiff all over, thought about it for a while, but still held back and didn't move. Then he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the mask had been gently covered his face.
Sells seemed to smile, and then quickly restrained himself.
Naren narrowed his eyes—
He heard it!
The mask he chose is indeed poisonous, but isn't Sells' clown good-looking
Looking at these two masks, it is obvious that the problem is not with him, but with this unscrupulous amusement park!
After Sells put on the mask, he didn't intend to let it go immediately. He maintained the posture of enveloping from behind, and carefully checked the wearing condition of the mask.
Naren: "..." What's there to check? This is obviously taking advantage of the opportunity again, right
Poker face.
Rough fingers seemed to brush the pinna unintentionally, and Sels slightly lowered his head towards Nalen's ear, and the gentle breathing sound seemed to spray on his neck, while talking about their next contact in a very natural tone. Down trip.
"... There's a holo hunt game at ten o'clock."
This is a fight that does not limit participants and only exists within the star network. It is completely different from the rules of the royal hunting competition. It is more inclined to competitive games. The players control the characters to compete, and the points will be counted after defeating the opponent. The person with the highest points at the end will receive generous bonuses and souvenirs.
The purpose of Sells' trip is not to sign up for the competition.
"The holographic scene is very detailed, and the games in previous years are also very enjoyable. I have already selected the box..." I have also prepared a complete set of comfortable procedures, so that a certain picky prince can have a wonderful vacation.
"Of course, if you're interested in prizes..." Sells quietly poked his fingers into the curls at the end of the black hair, "We can sign up for the double competition."
Nalen kept his face motionless, and nodded calmly against his red ears.
"Oh I see."
Sells smiled.
With the sound of laughter, Naren was keenly aware that his neck was not spared being rubbed.
The prince finally couldn't bear the black face—he was getting more and more insatiable!
Is it because he failed to discover the true face under the hypocritical appearance of Sells a few days ago, so that he succeeded repeatedly, so that he raised his courage
But.
However, Sells's tone of voice couldn't be more serious.
If he suddenly made an attack, wouldn't he be embarrassed if Sells refused to admit it
The entangled prince could not continue to entangle. Sells finally took a few steps back, still looking upright and credible.
"alright."
Naren sneered again and again, and his heart was full of sneers.
"Where's your Lan Chong friend?"
Sells' expression became subtle: "Him?"
Naren said: "Did you ask me to edit the message before forgetting?"
Sells sighed, and seemed unwilling to talk further.
There was a fierce gleam in the gray-green eyes, look, it really was a guilty conscience.
Sells put on the clown mask and said: "He has a prejudice against me." He said while leading the prince to the venue, "I will try to save it soon."
Nalen asked: "Save?"
Sells said, "Well, under what circumstances would you change your mind about someone you don't like?"
Nalen blinked: "Probably when he was crying and begging at my feet?"
Sells laughed silently.
—His Royal Highness with a dog's head emoji, even if he speaks words that attract hatred, they are not lethal.
Suppressing his thoughts, he raised his hand and opened a door.
Behind the door is a corridor, with staff in uniform standing on both sides, and they bowed in unison after seeing the visitors.
Naren looked around curiously.
This place is already on the edge of the imperial capital, far away from the Sharvi House, and its geographical location is not conspicuous, so he has never been here before.