There is a networking dinner in the Linton community tonight, and the invitation letter from Mrs. Vida, the sponsor, is distributed to the mailboxes in front of the residents along with the courier robot.
Nalen once thought that such a retro thing as a post box can only play a decorative role now, so that the gate of the villa will not be monotonous. So when he saw a card on it, he felt quite novel.
Sells took it for granted: "It should be a monthly community event."
He stretched out two fingers to pick up the card, glanced at it and handed it to Naren: "This lady's dinner is quite interesting."
After reading it, Nalen was slightly surprised: "Will you still participate in this kind of community activity?"
Sells smiled: "Occasionally."
Nalen asked, "Just tonight, are you going?"
Sells: "It's up to you."
"Me?" Naren thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, if you are going to participate, I will just pick up the car and go back."
Sells: "If you are interested, we will participate."
Naren: "... us?"
Sells: "Mrs. Vader's craftsmanship is very good, and..." He drew back the card and showed the side with the text to Nalen: "You can bring a new companion with you."
Naren: "..."
After a moment of silence, Naren still said, "I'm not used to dealing with noble ladies."
Sells: "Huh? I remember that you invited many ladies to the banquet last time when the volcano was sunset."
The prince's eyelids twitched when he heard the four characters "Sunset Volcano", his eyes narrowed, and his breath suddenly became dangerous—any words related to black history are his sore feet.
"I also remember that you didn't invite any women to the hot spring party you held." He raised his chin to indicate the invitation card, "Such a banquet like this should be attended by women, don't you want to discuss the new dress with them? Or some promotional low price activity?"
Sells retracted the card: "So it seems that it is more suitable to eat in your own room tonight."
While speaking, Seers opened the door and dragged a certain prince in quite naturally.
"Peng—" The door closed automatically.
It was already dark, and the living room was dimly lit, and the Marshal's expression was rendered somewhat unpredictable.
"I don't attend community activities very much." Sells pulled people to sit in the porch to change shoes, and asked, "What do you like to eat, baby? I'll make it for you."
Nalen: "..." Wait, aren't we talking about the dinner party? Why did the topic turn to the dinner menu
Sells: "Any taboos?"
Naren: "No, but isn't it a bit..."
"Come on, go and have a look with me. I remember that there are quite a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator." Sells was about to pull someone in, when he turned around and saw the other party's unwilling expression: "Naren?"
Nalen raised his head immediately, "Oh, let's go."
Anyway, since he decided to try it with others, he should be serious and positive. How many people in this world are honored to taste the delicacies cooked by the Marshal of the Empire himself? The other party's performance seems very confident, maybe he should have certain expectations for Sells' skills.
Nalen glanced at the inside of the refrigerator, seeing the stuffed ingredients inside, and felt more at ease—Sells looked like a chef.
So after ordering a few dishes, he returned to the living room, ready to try a game recommended by Sells. Kicking the cotton slippers aside, the prince sat cross-legged on the carpet holding the game controller, feeling that he had fallen in love, as if he had returned to his junior high school years. When he came to visit for the first time, he became unrestrained, which was really contrary to his usual style of doing things.
The prince, who had been dating for most of the day, yawned, watched the game interface displayed on the screen, and immediately sat up straight and began to study.
Sells' unwilling voice came from behind from time to time.
"Naron, how done is the steak?"
"Eight points."
"Nalen, do you want the silk reed to be served cold or stir-fried?"
"Cook soup."
"Naron, what pattern of tableware do you like?"
"..."
A few seconds later, the overwhelmed prince dropped the handle and moved towards the kitchen. He didn't go in, but leaned against the glass door, looking at the people inside with genuine eyes.
Sells: "…"
Naren: "I suddenly thought of one thing." He knocked on the glass, his eyes filled with deep meaning: "Why did you break into the security system that Uncle Gavin personally set up?"
Sells breathed a sigh of relief: "Every time there is a new system, they will use me as an experiment. In fact, Rx3.0 is perfect in all aspects, but I am too familiar with it."
Naren: "..."
If the old Prince Angri knew the truth about his inadvertently leading the wolf into the house, the barely repaired friendship between him and the old Monte would probably face shocks again.
Naren said again: "Do you still remember the old guy in the trial court?"
This address was not very polite, and Sells keenly sensed who he was referring to: "Chief Judge? He is an impartial judge."
So fair... Even though Sean has been arrested and imprisoned, he is still brooding over what happened the night the scepter was stolen.
Naren said: "A few days ago I heard that he was still running for the scepter, because he firmly believed that there were spies from the insect star hidden in the imperial capital. If... there is really another trial, we need to make a confession first. "
Sells paused for a few seconds: "Honey, didn't we..."
Nalen glanced at him coldly: "There's no need to make this kind of thing public."
The Imperial Marshal put down his spoon and looked serious: "This will complicate a simple matter. And we are already..."
Naren coughed.
Searles suggested: "Actually, you can also communicate with the judge in private. Just explain the matter, and we all have alibi."
Naren said nothing.
Sells: "…"
After a long time, the prince didn't say any eloquent words to convince the other party, but calmly spit out four words.
"A confession."
Sells: "…"
After clarifying the relationship, the prince didn't even have to make excuses, and he was inexplicably confident.
The mighty and unyielding Marshal of the Empire really lived up to expectations and nodded and gestured: "Okay, baby."
His cooperation also got a positive look from his sweetheart as he wished.
When the prince finished telling his whole perfect plan, Sells suddenly felt admiration. This kind of nonsense excuse, polished and processed by the person in front of him, made the whole thing look like that. And it's hard for even him to find any breakthrough to prove his lies.
Naren added: "This is just a worst-case scenario, and we always have to be prepared for it to happen."
"Don't worry, even if there is a second trial, I will accompany you." Sells approached cheerfully, and stuffed something into the mouth of the Internet addicted youth.
"!!!" Something slippery and long-shaped object got into the mouth.
The prince's face turned green.
"How does reed taste when eaten raw?" Sayers stuffed one into his mouth as he said.
Nalen was in extreme pain: "It's like a worm wriggling in its mouth."
Sells: "...it's a plant."
Naren turned around, as if he didn't want to be disturbed any more.
"It's juicy when you chew it, it's sweet," Sayers explained.
But this can't erase the trauma the prince has suffered. He hasn't been "fed" for more than ten years. This unexpected "childlike incident" made him unprepared.
That's when the doorbell rang.
The lid of the boiling pot was restlessly touched by the rising water vapor, Sells hurriedly took care of the soup, and waved Nalen to go outside to have a look.
Nalen held a mouthful of worm-shaped reed reed, and chewed it tentatively. The taste was quite crisp, and the taste was indeed a little sweet. But the shredded reed that has not been boiled in water seems to make people have no motivation to eat. He had to find a time to talk to Sells next time, and he couldn't let him feed himself strange and suspicious food.
With such thoughts in mind, Naren turned around in a daze and prepared to go out. He realized at a critical moment and asked, "I must be looking for you." This was his first time visiting this place.
Sells thought about it, so he stuffed the spoon into the prince's hand: "Then I'll go and have a look, and help me watch the ignition."
Naren: "..." The green eyes rolled around, staring at the kitchen utensils in his hands. Who will tell him how to use them
As soon as Sells opened the door, he met a familiar smiling face.
"We meet again." The gray-haired lady said lovingly without losing her demeanor, "I know that you may not be able to come to my dinner party tonight."
Sells respectfully said: "Mrs. Vader."
Mrs. Vida wore a golden long dress with an elegant demeanor, and she could vaguely see the demeanor of her youth, she smiled.
"Haha, these are small snacks I made myself. I made double servings of everything. You and your guest can try it together."
Sells smiled, and reached out to take the woven basket full of food: "He will like it, thank you ma'am."
Mrs. Vida glared at him: "Instead of thanking you verbally, I would rather see which powerful person made Asha's most popular man hide himself in the house."
Sells: "…"
Mrs. Vader: "Why this expression?"
Sells just smiled.
Mrs. Vida said meaningfully: "Can't you say it yet?"
Sells: "You'll know."
Mrs. Vader smiled too. The neighbor boy looked just like any young man in love she had ever seen before, smiling even with his eyes when talking about his sweetheart.
It's a pity that she didn't get to see the other party's appearance by giving the snacks, otherwise, with her sisters for most of her life, she would definitely be able to dig out all the details about the other party in just one minute.
Chapter 88 [Military Gossip] People are always keen to put two good-looking people together.
Before leaving, Mrs. Vida proposed the invitation again, but after finding out that the other party really did not intend to do so, she could only leave with a sigh.
Sells returned to the kitchen with the cookies, and was about to continue his reed soup, but the moment he stepped into the kitchen, he smelled an unusual smell in the air. The sweet and slightly burnt smell made him inexplicably nervous, and the prince, whom he had entrusted to take care of him for a while, was leisurely leaning against the wall, his fingers flying on the terminal screen.
If the smell is ignored, the whole picture fully satisfies Searles' wonderful expectations for the future life with a partner.
Can-
"What's burnt?"
The prince who was being questioned didn't even lift his eyelids, "Maybe something went wrong."
— Problems are inevitable, there is no doubt about that.
Sells put the woven basket in his hand into Nalen's arms, and was about to roll up his sleeves to check what happened, but at a glance, he found that the heat he had adjusted had turned into a strong fire mode at some point, and the soup spoon on the side was covered with suspicious liquid.
Sells: "…"
What else did he not understand.
Naren was a little embarrassed by his gaze, turned sideways and argued, "Your soup seems to be mushy by itself."
Sells opened the lid of the pot, and the young white shredded reed had turned to charred black, but the soup was still intact.
How did you do it
Such a distinctive effect is really amazing, and the innocence and ignorance of the perpetrator make it impossible to say any words of blame. Sells could only play dumb: "It seems to be really confused."
Naren leaned over and asked cautiously, "Can I still drink?"
Sells shook his head.
Naren: "...What a pity." The gray-green eyes flickered with disappointment, and they looked sincere.
Sells touched the other's soft waist, and signaled not to be too sad, he has a way. The marshal's solution is very simple - there are enough ingredients in the refrigerator, he can completely dump the "suddenly broken" reeds and make other things instead.
Nalen pursed his lips, looking very cute.
Sells said again: "Ms. Vida made a small dessert. If you are hungry, you will fill your stomach first."
Nalen didn't do anything, he held a basket of cookies, and sat obediently by the side to accompany him quietly - as early as he couldn't help but adjust the heat, he realized that something was wrong, and the ending was exactly as he expected As expected, the soup is mushy. Sells didn't blame anything, whether it was because of his friendly face or other things, Naren, as the party who made a mistake, couldn't help but feel guilty.
Seeing Sells throwing the failed dishes into the trash can without changing his expression, he secretly regretted it. The relationship between the two has developed by leaps and bounds in the past few days, which made him abandon even the most basic guest etiquette.
Sells didn't say a single serious word, and even after noticing the uneasy look of the people around him, he felt in a good mood.
In the process of tidying up the kitchen, he found several strange and suspicious traces. With his lackluster imagination, Sells had a hard time knowing what his would-be mate was doing to his kitchen during the few minutes he was out talking to Madam Vader.
Although there were twists and turns in the middle, in the end Naryn managed to eat the delicacies cooked by the owner himself at the Monte's house. The craftsmanship is not as good as he imagined, but it is enough to eat. By the time everything came to an end, the sun and stars had already sunk into the other half of the planet. The soft moonlight shone on the periphery, and before he knew it, he spent a whole day in Searles' home.
Sells looked at the sky and euphemistically expressed his attitude that he is welcome to stay overnight at any time.
Of course Nalen won't stay overnight, that's a bit too advanced for him.
When he was going back, Sells wanted to drive him off, but the prince who had a car waved his hand and drove his car out of Linton Community. Sells stood at the door of the house for a long time, watching the vehicle in front of him gradually drifting away until it turned into a small black spot and could no longer be seen.
This "door-to-door incident" seemed to open a gap, and the relationship between the two officially continued to heat up at a speed that can be seen every day. The sour smell of love was so undisguised that even Yamin Sharvi felt abnormal. First of all, the big doubt is that his younger brother who has no hobbies has become homeless these days, and every time he comes back, he will bring gifts in his hand, sometimes some food, sometimes some weird things.
And his daughter Ilya kept silent day by day, her beautiful eyes were dim and colorless, which made Yaming feel a little relieved, at least it prevented the possibility of him becoming the father-in-law of Sells, didn't it
It wasn't just people who were close to him smelling something abnormal, the direction of the wind in the imperial capital had also been changing silently.
The people in the military department were the first to feel an unusual subtlety—their upright and noble marshal seemed to be no longer the model of the military department who used to work hard.
It’s okay to have holidays every now and then, but what is not used to is: the “simple and frugal” marshal has recently frequently replaced sky-high priced sports cars, and he is becoming more and more sophisticated about his own grooming.
The majestic lion in the past has transformed into a male peacock that shows off all the time, and it is still an extremely ostentatious type in the state of "courtship".
A group of followers felt uncomfortable, and the news of "The Imperial Marshal secretly leaving the order" seemed to be pushed forward by a pair of invisible giant hands. What makes it even more uncomfortable is that Sells, their great leader, spiritual guide and life goal, is forced to get involved with his political opponents every time.
Naren Sharvi, this guy's attitude towards them has never been very friendly...
How ignorant are the people on Xingwang to bring these two together
"It seems that Xia Erwei has made a public appearance, and a hand letter from him has been circulated on the Internet. The writing is very good." A loyal military subordinate showed disdain: "The group of pampered nobles will always receive training in this area... Just words."
"The person who posted the picture met Sharvi. No matter how bad the other person's personality is, he is indeed good-looking. A person with excellent bloodlines, good looks, and a good handwriting... The masses were deceived like this. "
"But what does that have to do with our marshal?" The burly young general was puzzled.
"People are always keen to put two good-looking people together." The speaker looked emotional, "Even people who have a bad relationship with each other can develop an earth-shattering beautiful love in people's minds—more What's more, the relationship between Marshal and Xia Erwei is really complicated, have you read the recent popular analysis posts?"
"About what?"
"Come on, I'll send it to you. From the beginning of the one-night stand to the opening of the trial, the words are convincing, and there are many details that can prove the relationship between the marshal and Sharvie. To be honest, I almost believed it."
The other party did not take it, but pointed forward with a complicated expression.
"..."
For a long time after this, the generals and generals of the military department could not forget this special day.
Just when they gathered together to chat about their boss's gossip, a familiar car drove in through the window, and a group of people with excellent memories recognized the car almost immediately after seeing it.
It is said that Prince Naryn, who is said to have a long-standing rift with his boss, who is not very harmonious and friendly every time he meets, the legendary political enemy and enemy—now he actually drove the car to the military headquarters
Are you confident? Will you be openly provocative
Prince Sharvie's move was undoubtedly bold and reckless, and he looked down on them too much.
However, it didn't take long for the people's anger to be stirred up to be extinguished suddenly.
Because they saw their boss coming down from the other party's car beamingly, and through the glass window, they could feel the happiness of the Marshal.
"I've already believed it." Someone broke the silence.
On this day, Searles was going back to the military headquarters to handle official business, and Naren was also going to the next door department to follow up on Lan Chong's affairs—his little friend Elida finally chose to hand over his sweetheart to the motherland. Days were spent outside the prison.
— Entrusted by the old earl, he had to persuade people to go home.
So he brought a busy practical dispatch here by the way.
"Then I'm leaving." Sells whispered to him and said.
Nalen signaled that he could get out of the car: "What time does it end?"
Sells called the time.
Nalen frowned: "It takes so long for the meeting of your military department?"
Sells was helpless: "Baby, then I'll go back by myself."
The tone is really pitiful.
Nalen thought for a while, "It's really too late. Is it something about the Alta galaxy?"
Sells nodded.
"I thought your left and right hands were very powerful." Naren couldn't help stabbing a few words, "Is this matter still unresolved?"
Sayers: "The refugees' hometown was full of wars, and they were misunderstood because of their appearance when they arrived here. Their experience in Asha was transmitted back to the Alta galaxy, so...there was a truce there, and they began to join forces to seek justice for their compatriots. "
Naren: "..."
"Warriority is the inherent temperament of the Alta people. If it is not handled properly, this matter can easily become a reason for them to launch a war." Sells explained.
Simple-minded and energetic, the noble Ashas don't quite understand the minds of militants.
Sells glanced at the time, took the opportunity to hug the prince with a gloomy face, and "tweeted" a few times on his face.
Nalen wiped his face, watched the back of Sells gradually leaving, and "Peng" closed the car door.
Although it seems to be threatened by war, this kind of thing is not uncommon. The consequences of war in the interstellar era are far more serious than any previous era. There is not much difference in the effect of throwing a particle bomb at high altitude and throwing a hundred particle bombs.
What's more, the distance between the two galaxies is too far, and the leap technology of the Alta galaxy is not enough to support this kind of inter-galaxy war.
But it's annoying to keep procrastinating.
For Naren, he also faces a very annoying thing if it is procrastinated.
"So you plan to settle down here?" Naren said in a tone of impatience, "Since you have made up your mind to send him here, you should understand that Langa is not a generous person. On the contrary, he will take revenge.
Elida said nothing. His face was sad, and his whole body exuded a strong sense of depression, which was far from the once high-spirited and promising young man of Emperor Du.
"Naron, should I accompany him to the worm star?" Aleda was very thoughtful: "Maybe in this way he can know my sincerity... I like him, and I have seriously considered preparing to live a good life with him. But now in this situation... whenever I close my eyes, he looks angry, as if I have committed some unforgivable crime."
For Langa, what Elida did was indeed "unforgivable", but—
"He was only detained for a month." Naren pointed out ruthlessly, "Compared to staying here, I advise you to go home and tidy up, at least... tidy."