Intergalactic Era of Gossip

After the two had a meal, they were ready to return. The transportation was still Sells' private sports car.

Sells unlocked the car, opened the door, and waved at Naryn. The latter nodded knowingly and sat in the driving seat calmly.

All the way fast.

Every legal citizen of the empire will be equipped with a personal terminal, which is not only an ultra-portable tool that integrates multiple functions, but also an identity certificate.

The terminal emits a micro-material signal. After the vehicle enters the auto-start mode, it will be connected to the signal network to avoid any route that will cause a car accident. Although there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents, it is also close to perfect avoidance.

As a result, the two arrived at the center of the imperial capital unharmed at the speed of a roller coaster.

The car stopped in front of Narren's house, and he rarely praised it sincerely: "The car is good."

Sells escorted him out of the car. "The food is also delicious." He walked around to the driver's door from the outside, got in and restarted the car.

The two said goodbye politely, and Naron watched Sells drive away slowly at the speed of a rickshaw. I thought that this compelling dinner would soon become one of many inconspicuous trivial matters, and he would completely forget it.

Not long after Sells left, Dia's message came.

Looking at the few lines displayed on the screen, a thoughtful smile appeared in his eyes.

—Still no one was found.

It seems that this little liar full of inferior lies is quite cunning.

After returning, Naryn asked the attendants and learned that Ilia had been staying at home honestly all day. Although there were six fierce noises during this period, they were all stopped by the attendant's smile.

He expressed his satisfaction and hoped to continue.

When he returned to the room, he turned on the terminal, connected the monitor, and started to browse the news about the scepter.

Naryn: "..." What the **** is it?

The conscience report that I saw at the beginning of [the scepter of the handed down is missing, suspected to be the work of an enemy country] has long been overwhelmed by the information frenzy and disappeared without a trace. Now the information on the full screen is similar to [Shock! The shocking sadomasochism hidden behind the case of the disappearance of the scepter], the title party of [Breaking the news: the real sceptre disappeared more than a thousand years ago].

After browsing it, not only was there no clue, but it was even more chaotic.

Among them is a well-founded analysis post, citing ten people who covet the scepter, and Naron bears the brunt.

[...The Charvey family has produced many celebrities, but this family is rather mysterious and doesn't like to show up. But no one can deny that they have a pivotal influence on Yasha. The matrilineal family of your Majesty today is Charvey. With the royal bloodline dying, Prince Charvey even has a very high order of succession to the throne...]

Naryn: "..." Looking at the following paragraphs of a series of novels comparable to tactics, he admired the brains of the people very much. Especially that bunch of motives for committing crimes.

[...Under the intentional suppression of your majesty, the current Prince Charles has nothing to do. It was also said that he had a deep grudge with the royalist Marshal Celsmont, and seemed to have revealed a certain political stance. 】

He actually thought it made sense, and almost believed it.

No, except for the words "nothing to do".

After looking at it for a while, he didn't find it interesting, and moved his fingers to cross out all the windows. I was about to close the terminal, and suddenly thought of something, I clicked on the search page again and typed in the word "Lan Chong".

After a while, the explanation of the entry about "Lan Chong" jumped out, and there were high-definition pictures below.

It was a bright, medium-sized insect, with nearly six colors all over its thin wings, which was very dazzling and gorgeous.

However, what makes the scalp numb is that it has three mouthparts...

【Land insects are colorful and are the most common mouthparts found so far. People usually associate this "multi-mouthed insect" with crooks and sophists. 】

Naryn: "..." Sells was cursing around the corner!

After three days of calm and calm, the prince who was stimulated by the Lan insect finally walked out of the depression, and later realized that he had made an agreement with a certain gold-eating insect-"I will wait where we first meet."

Narren: "..." Fuck you completely forgot!

With a guilty conscience, he once again dressed up in disguise and rushed to the agreed place. Learning from the previous experience, he became very keen on disguising, and quietly bought a few wigs and beards, and put them together as if they could gather the seven colors of the rainbow.

There was no Xijin at the foot of the volcano in the setting sun. He ran up the mountain and yelled quietly, but he did not see any movement of giant insects crawling.

After inquiring the staff of the scenic spot, I learned that there was no such thing as the blonde and fair-skinned teenagers. After several confirmations, it is certain that Xijin has not come back here.

This made him inexplicably relieved, but he was also a little worried. In any case, I hope this sensitive-nosed bug will go back to his hometown and stop having moths.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is always caught off guard.

The failure to reconcile with his little friend Higgin this time did not make Naren feel particularly uneasy. If you really want to say something is different, it is probably that the entire scenic spot of Sunset Volcano has now entered the blacklist of the prince, and if no surprises, it will not come in the future.

"Sir, sir!" Naryn heard someone yelling, turned around, and saw the club staff trotting all the way to catch up.

"Sir, there is your newsletter."

Naren wondered: "How is it possible?"

As soon as the voice fell, a communication device was stuffed into his hand. Seeing the staff's sincere and kind smiling faces, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Putting the earpiece to his ear, Naron made no sound.

After a few seconds of silence, the other side tentatively shouted: "Lan Chong?"

Naren's face turned black: "Who is Lan Chong."

There was a chuckle from the earpiece: "You really are listening."

Naryn: "..."