Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Yamin was not the only one who was about to be overwhelmed by the sense of confusion. On the main ship of the "Shari", all the officers sat facing each other, each looking at each other in blank dismay.They will participate in the dispute on the borderline star. After receiving the mission, they have already made preparations to board the plane and enter the ship. They only wait for everyone to arrive and set off.

But now, basically everyone is here, except for their boss—Marshal Sells Mount.

"Where's the Marshal?"

As the most important adjutant of Sells, Andrea was asked this question again.

"When the time comes, people will naturally appear."

He had a straight face and a distant tone.But he couldn't help sighing in his heart, and wanted to tell them all the more—don't ask, he wanted to know the answer more than others.

Ever since Sells approached someone, it has been difficult for the adjutant to figure out the pattern of the superior's whereabouts.Occasionally, the communication that is not very urgent will face the situation of being ruthlessly hung up.

He could only say: "It's not time for assembly yet." The implication was that the marshal was not late.

The officers were dumbfounded.

They understand the truth, but in fact, the marshal never made them wait.This was probably the first time they had met since joining the military.

Could it be an accident?But the adjutant's demeanor seemed very determined, which made it seem like they were making a fuss.

Facing the curious and longing eyes, Andrea turned indifferently, leaving everyone with an unfathomable back view.After turning to a corner where no one was around, he took out the terminal and tried to contact a mysterious missing person.However, when he stared at the screen interface, he couldn't press the communication button for a long time.

Although Sells has many reputations and is sought after by others, in fact... this seems to be the first time his superior has fallen in love.

His eyes were dark, and he still didn't urge the other party—or disturb him.

He shouldn't have asked so ignorantly.Maybe he should adjust his work status as soon as possible, get used to the new routine after the superior falls in love, relax the standards to a greater extent, and respect the freedom of love of others?

After all, Sells wasn't late.

The entangled adjutant gave up his plan to bother his superior, and the other party didn't make him wait too long.With 10 minutes left before the appointed time, the gate of the starship opened.Andre turned around, and saw the marshal that everyone was looking forward to, he had been well-dressed today, and he didn't look like he was going to do a mission on Boundary Star at all, but...

"In an hour we'll pass Asha's biggest transit star, there are a lot of interesting things there. The beard last time was..."

"Sells." Naren warned to stop the conversation.

The marshal closed his mouth, but his smile did not go away.

——It's like a public money date.

Andre twitched the corner of his mouth, and he could foresee that the next task would no longer be easy.

It was the first time that Naryn had boarded Sells's warship in his own name, and he had been here several times before, but he always had a quick glance.The interior layout of the warship is just like his master, there is nothing fancy about it.But if you look closely, you can still find that those ordinary equipment are actually a collection of Yasha's latest technology.

Access to the main cabin is through a long corridor flanked by equally spaced circular metal doors.Andrea was standing at the end of the corridor, seemingly waiting for someone.

Naren nodded slightly a few meters away, and greeted his acquaintances.

Andrew returned with the same etiquette.

Searles explained the situation in a few words, and then signaled Andrea that he was ready to leave.

Andre restrained himself: "It will take ten hours to reach the destination, I will prepare a room for His Highness."

Sells waved his hand: "No, I will make arrangements."

Andre: "..." The sense of déjà vu of public-funded tourism is stronger.He struggled a bit and said, "Okay."

The marshal's arrangement was very simple. He led the newcomer Nalen directly to his lounge.

The rooms in the starship are mainly practical, the size, beauty and nature are not comparable to the houses of the two in the imperial capital.But for a bachelor, it is more than enough.

The room should have been specially cleaned, it was spotless inside, and a few basic pieces of furniture were neatly arranged.After Sells came in, he threw Naren's luggage on the checkered bed, then tore off the tight shirt, and stared at Naren with a leisurely smile.

So the prince also looked at him without blinking, as if waiting for the other party to speak first.In the end, he was defeated and spoke first, "Where's my room?"

Sells sighed wistfully.

Naren was aloof—two grown men were uncomfortable cramming together in a cramped single bed like this.

"Next door." Sells pointed in the direction, and then patted the empty bed next to him, "The cleaning machine hasn't finished working yet, come and sit with me first."

sit?

sit down.

He also didn't want to have anything to do with the cleaning machines at work.Nalen nestled in the single sofa in the small guest room with peace of mind.

During this period, he also received sincere condolences from His Majesty the Emperor, and his eldest cousin who successfully picked up the love bug from Yamin Sharvi was very excited.Across the terminal, Naren could imagine the smiling face of the other party.After finishing the call, he also received a photo of his big cousin and the worm Xijin—the eight-legged fat worm staring at a pair of melancholy and deep eyes, lying steadily on top of the emperor's head.

And the eldest cousin who is over [-] years old is wearing the "eight-legged crown" and seems to be enjoying himself.

The prince frowned, and couldn't agree with this kind of behavior of posting pictures without saying anything.There's no need to spread the word about silly selfies like this.

The selfie lover Marshal poked his head out from behind him and glanced at him: "Speaking of which, we haven't taken a serious photo together yet."

Nalen looked at him faintly, and called out a familiar group photo.

——The two people in front of the Aiboluo Medical Center, against the backdrop of the advertisement on the banner behind them, appear harmonious and intimate.

Sells: "..."

Nalen quickly closed the group photo, pointed to his head, and changed the subject: "Xijin has recovered, and his personality has changed a bit, but it feels the same to me."

Sells leaned back in his seat, and didn't look too surprised when he heard the news.

Nalen asked: "He is a bug star, don't you doubt it?"

"I believe in you."

Nalen shook his head and said seriously: "Don't pin this on me. No matter what happens in the future, Luye will be fully responsible."

Sells was amused: "A unified caliber again?"

The prince narrowed his eyes: "There is no need to unify the facts. If something like the scepter disappears in the future, the reason can only be that His Majesty accidentally lost it." He thought for a while and said, "Don't let me block it again once."

Sells nodded, "You are right, and I will also testify for you."

Nalen nodded with satisfaction: "Of course."

The Marshal of the Empire and the Prince smiled at each other, and silently reached a certain "shameful" deal.

Sells leaned down, approached Nalen's ear, and said softly, "We're done talking about other people's affairs. Shouldn't we talk about our own problems?"

Naren's eyes flickered, and he turned to look at him.

"What do you want to talk about?"

The Marshal watched him silently.Since the two made it clear, except for the proactive kiss after Naren came to the door the next day, they inexplicably entered the pure love mode of holding hands, and even omitted the "greetings" every night.

"You are getting used to me." Sayers said firmly, "Get used to my existence, allow me to approach..."

While speaking, Naren felt a warm force coming from his shoulders, and Sells' hands slowly embraced from behind to forward, taking half of his body into his arms.

"But besides getting used to it, I hope..."

His hot breath passed through his earlobe, as if to burn his whole body, Naren pursed his lips tightly, quietly waiting for the second half of Sayers' words.

"I want to take you around the starship, is that okay?"

Naren heard it.

——This is obviously not an ordinary "Zhuanzhuan".

The group on the starship belonged to another circle of Sells.It occupied most of the Imperial Marshal's life, and Naren knew little about it.At this moment, Sells personally led him over.

If the other party wants to introduce someone into his circle, then he must have made a long-term plan.

As early as when he agreed to set off with Sells, he had a vague premonition that Sells had no intention of avoiding suspicion about their relationship—and indeed there was no need to avoid suspicion.

It's just that the beginning of the two of them was like a shadow, covering the prince's mood for a long time.Even though the development of the situation is ever-changing, he still seems to have not recovered from the state of "trying to cover everything up".

Sells is still waiting for an answer.

Naren avoided his embrace and stood up without much emotion on his face.

He said, "Another day."

As soon as the words fell, the marshal's gloomy eyes dimmed a bit, as if layers of black mist began to spread from him.

Naren turned a blind eye, pretending not to notice, and took out the juice from the cabinet.The gray-green eyes are half-down and half-closed, hiding all the emotions that are about to move.

——If the marshal can get out of the sadness of being rejected, he will detect the familiar prelude when someone does something bad.

"Oh, that's right. I need a floor plan of the starship." Naren made a request, and said, "Every door in the corridor looks too similar." It takes a lot of brainpower.

Sells suddenly raised his hand to signal silence.

Naren looked over in bewilderment.The Marshal lowered his footsteps and moved slowly towards the door.

Naren followed with light movements.

Sells put his hand on the doorknob, pressed it down a few seconds later, and the door opened quickly.At the same time, the marshal sideways avoided, and with several screams one after another, the young people in imperial uniforms fell in a row in a panic.