In the next few days, everyone was busy. Sells began to go out early and return late. Whenever Naryn woke up early in the morning, he could no longer be seen in the room. At night, he would force himself to go to bed late, but when the person came back, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.
The only interaction between the two is probably that before Sels left and after he came back, he would fish out His Royal Highness who was unconscious from the bed and kiss him.
On the contrary, Naren in the real sleep state is very irritable, and when he is disturbed in a daze, he will often wave his hand unceremoniously—a stark contrast to the well-behaved appearance when he pretended to be asleep in the past.
Sells: "…"
The empty-nest life of the widowed prince begins.
He thought it would be more comfortable to have no one to accompany him during the day, and he didn't have to participate in those boring projects... In fact, it was more leisurely, but he was always nestled in the room, and he gradually became depressed and lost his spirit muffled.
On this day, he bumped into Wei Lin who was in a hurry, and asked him at the right time if he needed help.
"No!" The young man's tone was always full of vigor. After Wei Lin said this, he smiled shyly, "I'm about to go out, and the marshal asked me to count the number of residents in Alta."
Naren asked, "What's wrong?"
Welling didn't mean to hide anything, and briefly described everything.
It turned out that not long ago, there were small-scale frictions between the two sides, and the relationship became increasingly tense. They speculated that the official exchange of fire was within the past few days, and suspected that the previous batch of "surrendered" Alta people actually mixed with some radical parties, secretly sending messages to compatriots hiding in the satellite.
"Just in case, we've already made the arrangement, and we'll just confirm it at the end."
Nalen nodded. From this point of view, there is no need to worry.
Wein glanced at him, hesitated to speak.
Naren said, "Speak up if you have something to say."
Welling said: "Hagrid purchased a lot of shredded coconut today, um, he should be able to make coconut balls. I, I think..."
Nalen told the shy young man expressionlessly, "Come and find me when the time comes."
"Looking for you? What are you going to do?" Di Ya paced back and forth, turning out from the corner leisurely, with a few hints of unrestrained smiles hidden in her eyes.
Wei Lin excitedly said: "You are here!"
Di Ya felt relieved: "Are you happy to see me?"
Wei Lin nodded: "Come on, let's go together! Those insect people look exactly the same, help me to see."
Nalen looked at him faintly—the prince who offered to help people just now, but was declined was a little embarrassed.
Wei Lin also realized something was wrong, and his expression immediately turned cold: "Your Highness..."
"Call me Naren."
"Ah, Nalen." He called out immediately, and said, "Compared to the insect man, coconut silk balls are more important." Wei Lin looked serious, as if this was an S-level difficulty task.
After all, there were very few people on the entire warship who could be favored by Hagrid.
Naren: "..."
Di Ya guessed something roughly, and said with a smile: "Who is going to be accompanied by you?" Blinking and lowering his voice, "I have a heavy responsibility, but I don't have time to play tricks with you." There seems to be nothing to invest in the prince.
Weilin was curious: "What mission?"
Naren couldn't help pricking up his ears.
However, Dia raised a finger and pretended to be mysterious: "Let's keep it secret for now."
Wei Lin immediately "cut" and said disdainfully: "Sooner or later we will know!" After speaking, he pulled Nalen up and asked, "Shall we go together?"
Nalen: "... good."
So the young officer took his "spare tire assistant" and left the residence together.
"Dia is good at everything, but he likes to play tricks!" Wei Lin's tone was already very familiar, he first complained to Naren, and then said: "Just kidding? How can the task issued by the military department be 'play' , are you right? No matter how small the task is, you have to put your attitude right!"
Naren already felt a little regretful at this time, this little young man was really too lively. But since they have all come out, it is better than staying in the room to get moldy, so he tried to turn the topic to the main topic, "Where are those insect people placed?"
Wei Lin's head turned quickly, and the topic was carried away quickly. He quickly attracted attention: "They are all on the same street."
He took out a stack of not-so-thick lists and handed them to Naren: "Ha, look at the pictures above, each one looks exactly the same! Are they centaurs?"
Nalen flipped through the information, and found that these tentacled teenagers with green lips looked alike, but they weren't really alike, they were just "interracial face blindness".
Welling took Naryn to the destination.
He found that this was the street that Sells had passed through not long ago, and the residence where the Altas were housed was the silver-gray building he saw last time.
"After the immigration procedures are completed, there will be a period of observation, and there will be records of entry and exit. I will check it first and be right back!"
Young people always come and go like the wind. Before Nalen could react, the other party was already running and jumping towards the gate.
Naren hurried to catch up.
The exterior style of the building tends to be solemn, but when you walk inside, you find that the style is quite different, and it looks quite warm. From a distance, Welin could be seen pawing at the registration desk at the front desk. Nalen looked around and walked towards the rest area.
The rest area is a corner of the lobby, with a beige sofa set and a few books on a simple bookcase. He took a copy casually, and on the cover was a green-skinned Q-version insect with crooked fonts, and he couldn't make out the words for a while.
"Google."
Naren felt someone poke at his waist, and turned around to meet the two dangling tentacles.
"Google."
Naren: "..."
The insect cub raised its head and stretched out its hand on tiptoe, "That's... my, my."
Naren understood the not-so-fluent lingua franca, but did not return the book.
"Is this a book from your hometown?"
The insect cub nodded blankly: "Landscape... book."
Naren became curious, "Can I have a look?"
Insect Cub: "Look?"
Naren temporarily agreed by default and opened the book in front of him. Because it is a children's book, there are many pictures in it. These pictures are similar to Yasha's oil paintings. Most of them are realistic in style and strong in color. The picture shows various strange scenes, including islands floating in mid-air, red lake water, and turquoise stones.
The alien system's ecosystem looks very different from Asha's.
After a while, he turned to more realistic pages of images.
If the previous pictures have a strong flavor of artificial painting, then the latter ones are closer to photographic imaging. He reacted belatedly, those exaggerated and strange scenes were suspected to be artistically processed paintings.
The Alta galaxy in the realistic photo looks similar to Yasha, only a little less green, and the air is filled with a layer of gray tulle. .
The insect cub whispered: "Mine, give, give me."
Naren lowered his head and noticed the owner of the book, who was looking at him with "innocent, weak and panicked" eyes. He hurriedly took out another picture book from the bookcase in exchange.
"Lend me ten minutes to watch, okay?"
The insect cub took the picture book of Yasha as an exchange in a daze, but did not read it, but stared at Naren with big curious eyes, as if he did not understand why this beautiful big brother was unwilling to return the book.
Naren actually wanted to flip through the book on the Alta galaxy again, but the current situation looked like bullying the small by the big. The insect cubs hadn't reached his waist, and the two tentacles were trembling, which made him even more vicious.
He knelt down and handed the book back: "It's very beautiful."
The alien cub finally stopped being dumbfounded. He understood Naryn's praise and grinned a huge smile.
"You look good too!"
Naren: "..."
"Who is he?" After Wei Lin asked about the situation, he turned back to Nalen.
Nalen: "It should be the child who lives here."
Wei Lin sized him up for a while, then clicked his tongue and said, "He's so green."
The cub pursed his mouth.
Naren: "How's it going?"
Welling: "There are indeed suspicious people."
Naren looked at him.
Wei Lin was helpless: "It might just be a coincidence. Even if there is a problem, it won't be a big problem."
Nalen retracted his gaze. The communication equipment of the Alta people had long been scrapped. During the immigration observation period, they were not allowed to wear any communication equipment. If spies were mixed in, they could only talk face-to-face if they wanted to inform them.
Welling didn't seem worried, and Naren, as a non-staff, had no position to worry too much.
The hem of the clothes was ripped.
He lowered his head, and a "green baby" was reflected in his gray-green eyes—an alien cub who was ignorant and unable to speak well, which looked very pitiful.
It also stretched out its hands and whispered: "Hug."
Naren: "..."
Wellin's eyes lit up, he squeezed in front of Naren, rolled the insect larva into his arms, turned upside down, and said cheerfully: "Most Alta people are still very cute!"
He squeezed the soft tentacles, put them into a heart shape, and said sincerely: "It's much better than the insects!"
Nalen: "You..." Don't do that.
Before the words came out of the mouth, the sound of the child crying swept over the eardrums of the two of them. The underage cub who left his hometown found himself in the arms of a stranger, and his beloved tentacles were still being played with, and his emotions collapsed instantly.
"Whoa whoa—"
People around were attracted attention one after another and slowly gathered.
"Don't cry, ah, what are you crying for?" Wei Lin was in a hurry, coaxing desperately: "Don't cry, don't cry, crying children will be sent to Hagrid for food!"
The insect cub was stunned for a moment, and then burst into more violent cries.
Naren: "..."
Wei Lin panicked: "What to do? What to do! Can I throw him away?"
The people around made rustling discussions, with words such as "cruel" and "irresponsible" mixed in. Someone even raised the terminal in his hand, as if planning to record and broadcast.
In this regard, Nalen took out the sunglasses that Searles gave him with a blank face, and put them on.
Waylin: "???"
After putting on the sunglasses, the prince with a deep and mysterious temperament stretched out his hand and patted the child's head, and tentatively coaxed him, "Good boy."
"Wooooow!"
The insect cubs were so ecstatic that they were unmoved.
Half an hour later, the two came out of the training center, and their faces were not very good.
After the cub's parents heard the news, they hurried over to pick up the child. Because of the series of unhappiness that had occurred between the two parties before, Wei Lin bit the bullet and apologized repeatedly to avoid worsening the matter.
After seeing his parents, the cub finally regained his peace of mind and smiled at Naren.
Wei Lin couldn't help but burst into tears: "Look, I really didn't provoke this."
Na Lun's half-smile: "Obviously you made me cry."
Welling felt aggrieved.
Zongzi suddenly raised the picture book produced by Alta, and pointed to the sunglasses on the bridge of Naren's nose.
"Swap with...!"
Nalen coldly refused: "No change."
Zong Zai was stunned again, his little eyes were full of confusion.
"Change!"
Nalen took a deep breath: "No change."
Zong Zai felt aggrieved, but did not take back the picture book.
"give you."
Naren: "..."
In the end, he still accepted the gift from this little friend from another galaxy.
The farce finally came to an end, and the couple felt a little embarrassed after they understood what had happened.
"Sorry to bother you."
"No, we are also responsible."
"It was because of our carelessness that we got separated from the child."
"Anyway, we shouldn't tease your children."
"He cries too much."
…
The matter was resolved peacefully in the end.
On the "Shari", the Marshal of the Empire sat on the main seat and observed the scene on the star screen. Dahl and the No. 1 satellite, where hundreds of Alta refugees were lurking, were slowly rotating.
"about there."
Andre sat quietly aside, and said, "Marshal, I sent you something."
Sells raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when he heard Andre say, "Let's wait until the matter here is over."
——The news of "two grown men bullying young children in public" should be settled with Wei Lin after returning home.
Thinking of the people involved in the video who were mosaiced but still easily identifiable, the adjutant felt his head was getting bigger again, and he missed his little friend Di Ya who had been driven to work in the imperial capital.
It should have started by now, alas.
On the other side, Naren and Wein, who had returned from their trip, enjoyed a delicious dinner from Chef Hagrid. This middle-aged chef with a mighty physique walks with a terrifying aura, but the food truck he pushed over is dressed in a very distinctive way, and the dishes are even more subtle and ambiguous.
Today's dinner is for one person.
Wei Lin's eyes were full of disappointment, he swallowed, and waited until the head chef disappeared around the corner, then reached out, picked up the shredded coconut ball, and performed what is called "one bite at a time" in front of the prince.
Naren: "..."
When Wei Lin was about to swallow the last coconut shredded ball, the terminal sounded, he glanced casually, and then his expression changed.
"Naron, they're fighting!"