Intergalactic Era of Gossip

In the early morning, the transport truck loaded with the alien giant drove out of the sunset volcano scenic spot.

The black octagonal worm curled up in the narrow container, its small eyes filled with grievances. He flicked his tail, got out of the gap, and patted the guard.

Guard: "..." The metal armor on his arm was swept away.

The hungry gold-eater swallowed the pitiful "breakfast" in one bite, and showed with his eyes that it was not enough.

In the car in front of the transporter, Sayles and his party were sitting.

Andre and Dia sat in the back row. The former had dark circles on his face, and his eyes were haggard: "I stayed all night and didn't see any suspicious people appear."

Dia patted him, suffocating a smile: "Thank you."

Andre looked at him feebly: "If the gold-eaters really have accomplices, then the road back to the city is their last chance. Once they enter the detention center, it will be difficult to save the insects."

Dia straightened his face: "So you have to hold on, there is still a long way ahead."

Andre was expressionless: "Should you not think about sharing the heavy responsibilities for me at this time?"

Dia waved his hand weakly: "Yesterday there were too many hot springs, and I am now in a state of physical and mental exhaustion after the carnival."

Andre: "..." He couldn't refute it.

As the long-sleeved and dance-like communicative "flower" of the corps, Dia is responsible for dealing with the guests. Yesterday, he spent the whole day drinking and bathing with the guests, collecting some interesting news by the way. So, when he was struggling with the "giant insect attack" incident, someone spent a good holiday leisurely.

Andre: "I want to apply for a job transfer."

Sells in the front row nodded: "Yes, anyway, I respect your wishes."

Dia was shocked: "What do you mean?"

Andre was also shocked: "Really?"

Sells pointed to the front. Three men and four women stood on the wide street. One of them noticed the convoy and screamed excitedly. The next second, they stood in a row, just blocking the middle of the road.

The car was forced to stop.

"Look, as long as it's dealing with people, it's all up to you."

Three men and four women, a total of seven people, from their enthusiastic eyes, Andre seemed to have foreseen how troublesome things would happen next.

He said: "A partial leader will eventually lose his most loyal subordinates."

Dia laughed happily.

Naryn sat in a street cafe, half of his face under the brim of the hat was hidden behind a dark mask. Only when he got close could he see a pair of gray-green eyes.

Through the coated glass, he can watch the upcoming show unscrupulously; and from the outside, Sells will only see a piece of dark glass...maybe there will be his own reflection on the glass surface. shadow.

Thanks to Mora’s live broadcast, many people learned the news of "a one-night stand of an underage boy attempting to impersonate the marshal." Although his deception failed, his spirit has inspired countless people.

So it can still be like this? !

[Yes, as long as the deception skills are good and the explanation is reasonable, anyone can become the one-night stand of Sells. 】

This is just a sentence he posted anonymously on the Internet, and this effect is really unexpected.

Among these seven men and women, only two were hired by him—the mice who lived in the corner of the empire and did not see the sun, only needed a lot of money to drive them.

Naryn smiled, and there was a star-interstellar bestseller "Beyond the Stars" on the table. He flipped a page at random, as if he was just a leisurely person to kill time.

"The coffee in this shop is very good."

As the male voice rang, Narren felt that he was covered by a shadow. He raised his head and saw a strange man with short hair standing beside him at some point.

"Many people will come from far away to drink coffee here... Uh, I mean, can I be with you?"

Naryn was stunned for a moment, then blinked, realizing that he seemed to have been accosted.

"...No, I would rather read a book alone."

For the first time in my life, I was approached by someone, but it was under strict conditions. Naryn questioned the world of looking at the face. Say good looking face?

However, the short-haired man did not die because of rejection. He pulled the chair away and sat in front of Narren.

"Why wear a mask? You know it's not convenient to drink coffee like this...No, no, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."

Naryn stretched out his palm and held down the book, a chill flashed across the gray-green eyes: "Allergies, the skin will fester when exposed to the sun."

Short-haired man: "...What a regrettable illness, my name is Jeff, and your eyes are so beautiful."

Naryn took out the sunglasses on the side and put on: "My eyes are more sensitive to light."

Sitting in a coffee shop, wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, it looks very strange.

The short-haired man showed an expression of interest: "You are special."

Naryn rolled his eyes secretly, supported his forehead with one hand, and signaled that he did not want to communicate. In fact, he did put his attention out of the window.

Those five real fans and the two land ruffians he invited have surrounded Sells' car, and indirectly caused a traffic jam.

Andre got out of the car with a calm face, and seemed to be making negotiations.

After a while, the transport truck following also stopped. Two guards got out of the car and tried to provide support.

It is a pity that the sound insulation of the glass is so good that the disputes between the two sides cannot be heard.

Because the café was facing the street, the transport truck was parked just outside the window. From Naryn's perspective, the square containers could be seen, and there was a suspicious wormtail wagging in the vent of the box.

"...There is a place where you can enjoy the sun without getting sunburned. I think it will suit you well."

The man's voice disturbed his thoughts.

Naryn turned his head and said coldly: "You blocked my sight."

The short-haired man seemed unheard of: "You haven't told me your name yet?"

Naryn: "Sirsai, a name that is stupid no matter if you read it right or backward."

Short-haired man: "...Uh, I think it sounds good."

Naryn: "..."

The short-haired man stood up suddenly, looked at Narren intently, and smiled: "I guess you should be a beauty."

He half-bends down and slowly moves closer: "Pale complexion and red lips, like an ancient baron walking out of an oil painting... He longs for the sun, but he is also deeply afraid."

Naryn: "???"

He stretched out his right hand and hovered gently on Naren's cheek.

The man lowered his voice: "Although it may be a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask, can I be lucky enough to see me? So that I can know if my guess is accurate?"

Naryn was silent.

After a while, a complaint was received in the cafe.

"Waitress, someone sexually harassed."

The complainant was a man who was impervious to the wind and was suspected of having a skin disease.