Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Andre sat upright, realizing that the atmosphere was indeed a bit subtle now.

The two men and horses who have never dealt with each other are sandwiched between a mad demon who doesn't know the truth, and he is holding a temporarily well-behaved bear child in his hand.

He could only bite the bullet and joined the conversation.

"Um."

Dia: "..."

Just when the hypocritical atmosphere of this table was about to reach its end, the crisp Lori sound broke the silence.

"My grandpa and I happened to come in too."

Three people: "..."

Naryn glanced at her seriously and found that her niece's expression was particularly gloomy.

"Ilia, have you finished your homework?"

Charvey's juvenile snorted in a family style, and said with disdain: "It's done early."

Naryn motioned for her to come over: "My uncle is holding you."

Andre stood up hurriedly to return the child.

"I don't." Illiya protested in a low voice, but the resistance was invalid.

With a heavy weight on his legs, Naron patted his niece and said, "Sit down."

Illiya kept her mouth flat and made a face secretly, but her body was still obediently nestled in her uncle's arms.

She still gives her elders a lot of face in front of outsiders.

But she couldn't help asking: "You refused to eat with me and grandpa just to see Uncle Sells?"

The tone is really resentful.

Except Jeff, everyone here pricked their ears.

-In order to date the marshal, you turned down the old prince's invitation? !

Naryn was expressionless: "It was just a coincidence."

Eliya raised her neck and whispered: "Big liar, don't believe you!"

Naryn: "..."

Illiya said in a normal volume again: "But if it's me, I will do the same."

There is a heart of understanding and tolerance hidden in the small body.

Naron: "???" How to do it?

"In order to meet Uncle Sells, I'm willing to do anything."

Narren: "..." It's really touching.

After a while, Illiya moved her **** and said, "Uncle, I want to go to the next table."

-I want to go too.

Naron reassures his unsettled niece, hinting that Sells likes to be more reserved.

Andre: "..." He seemed to have heard some kind of terrible information.

reserved?

From a certain perspective, Prince Charles is indeed reserved enough.

If it weren't for breaking this secret meeting inadvertently, no one would have discovered that the two of them would have an affair.

When did it start?

Andre fell into contemplation, and began to sort out the recent movements of the two.

Is it the one at the hot spring meeting?

The marshal rescued Ilia, and Naron softened his gratitude, so...

No, he didn't think that was the case.

There must be some clues he didn't know.

Andre was brainstorming frantically, and Ilia was sitting down on her uncle's lap with her face down.

reserved! A reserved little lady will not catch up with people.

—My niece can be very foolish sometimes.

Naryn left his arm around Ilia's small body, and his right hand unconsciously fiddled with the small tweet on top of her head. This was still in the morning when the old prince, who was overwhelmed by his father's love, personally pierced it.

From where he was sitting, you could see Sels' lips moving, and the old prince's back was relaxed... the two seemed to have a good chat. Naryn pricked his ears to listen carefully, and could hear a few words, and his name appeared most frequently.

He became nervous inexplicably, always feeling that the current development was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell why.

Perhaps because of his state of mind and emotions, the silent Naron exudes an alienated temperament that refuses to talk.

Dia and Andre were not surprised, but Jeff was a little frustrated.

-This familiar, unsuccessful feeling!

Eliya was nestled in her uncle's arms, kicking her shins boredly.

It didn't take long for her to feel her body weightless. With a sound of "Huh", her eyes began to rotate.

When all the dust settled, she found herself being squeezed into Andre's arms again.

Iliya: "..."

Andre: "???"

Naryn looked at the front intently, and walked to the next table without hesitation.

How reserved? !

A strong sense of being deceived swept through Ilia's young mind.

The old prince noticed that the younger son had come, and wondered: "What are you doing here?"

The despised Narren sat silently next to Sells, staring at his father in silence.

"Ilia is too heavy, it's a bit crowded over there."

The old prince: "..." He was pretty sure that his granddaughter was a little beauty of standard weight.

Sells changed his posture, propped his forehead, and turned his body slightly to look at Naron, looking quite relaxed.

—Even Naren can’t be so relaxed in front of his father.

He sneaked a peek at it.

I thought, aren’t you going to wait for someone?

Sells smiled and whispered, "Uncle told me a lot of interesting things."

Naryn: "..." Interesting?

A glimmer of doubt flashed through the gray-green eyes, and it was impossible to imagine when the solemn and majestic old father could be linked to these two words.

So he asked him with his eyes.

The latter only returned him with a meaningful smile.

"..." Naryn was in a mixed mood.

The mood of the old prince is more complicated.

The two young people in front of them actually made small movements under their own eyelids, and they gave their eyes and smiles. It's too unstable for you to come and I!

He snorted, and immediately saw the youngest son sitting tightly, without squinting.

"I have something to do. Let's talk about it here today." The old prince took out the terminal and said to Sells: "Add Vesing, and I'll talk more when I have time."

The two exchanged contact information with their heads down.

Naron: "..." I don't know why, suddenly my eyelids jumped a few times.

After adding, he thought that this short meeting would finally come to an end, but unexpectedly, the old prince glanced at the time, then calmly retracted the terminal, and continued: "Are you all participating in this hunting festival?"

Naren replied: "Yes."

Selsi was slightly surprised. He thought he was the only one who participated in the competition, but he did not expect that Naren, who had not participated in the competition for two consecutive years, also signed up this time.

Naren said: "I am in charge of this year's hunting competition. Of course I have to support myself."

-There seems to be some causal connection?

Sells said: "I hope we will be on the same team."

"Um."

Naryn nodded approvingly on the surface, but in fact, thinking about how to operate in the dark, he and Sells were divided into two teams. So once his team wins the game, he can make all kinds of demands on Sells.

That must be very interesting...

Now that he met his father, he naturally wanted to go home with him.

Before leaving, Naryn used the excuse to go to the toilet and walked out halfway. After opening the communicator, I found that there were dozens of unread messages. After reading the whole article, he only came to one conclusion: people should not be in appearance, and there is a fragile and sensitive heart that needs a response urgently hidden under Sells' dignified appearance.

Naryn sneered: I really should let those people who are obsessed with Sells see how crazy their idol is!

Look carefully, the time for these messages to be sent throughout.

He couldn't believe that the imperial marshal, who was sitting across from him not long ago, had an indifferent expression, was actually doing such an activity behind his back!

[Meet the two? You have invited so many people, do you want to have a dating party for me? 】

He expected that Sells would not reply, after all, he was chatting with his father. Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was not only a second time, but also a fierce bombardment.

【You came? 】

[The group of people was just a coincidence. 】

[If you mind, we can change the place. 】

[Donny? 】

【I've been waiting for you. 】

Naryn: "..."

His Royal Highness, who was overwhelmed by the news, blinked and was a little dumbfounded. The first thought that came up turned out to be-how did Sells talk and laugh in front of his father, while holding the terminal like a young internet addict. Ten fingers flying?

He felt that what he had known about Sells before was really incomplete.

Packing up his mood, Naron entered another role of his own.

[Want to see me? Then show some sincerity. 】

[Baby, what do you want? 】

[Call my full name, thank you. 】

[Donival? 】

【Yes. 】

【...】

[I don't like the group of people behind your ass, I want you to dump them now to see me. 】

Knowing that Sells could not go away for a while, but still had to make rude requests, Naron felt that this was very bad, and it was contrary to the years of education he had received. But... he is now facing a fictitious identity, so naturally he can be a little bit more willful. It's not Naryn Charvey that makes Sells have a headache and embarrassment.

【OK. 】

Naryn: "..." Can this be returned in seconds?

That's his father! The childhood nightmare of the younger generation in the imperial capital aristocratic circle!

Sayles is so courageous? !

Naryn was shocked, and a little admired while shocked.

After a long period of ups and downs, he finally sent a reply after considering it.

[Oh, by the way, I especially dislike the short-haired man at the table next to you! 】

"Uncle!" Illiya's urging sound came, and Naryn quickly packed the communicator and walked out.

Naron said: "A well-mannered lady will never yell at the men's room."

Yi Liya curled her lips, her eyes filled with bearish contempt.

Narren: "Correct your attitude!"

Eliya snorted coldly: "You have completely lost my trust."

Naryn: "???"

Ilia put out her tongue, made a face, turned and ran away.

Naryn: "..."

The prince, who was in a bad mood, went back from the bathroom and saw Sells sitting opposite Jeff and saying something.

Looking from a distance, I couldn't see the specific situation, but after contacting the last message he sent, Naren once again sighed at Sells's ability to act.

And all this is to see the "Doni" side?

Naryn frowned, really wondering why Sells had such a deep obsession with a man with greasy stubble.