Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Two hours later, invitations with the family emblem of the Monte family came out one after another, and were sent to every corner of the imperial capital by the guards.

As an outstanding young, young, talented and handsome man, Naron also received the invitation and handed it back in the next second.

"What a coincidence." He glanced faintly at the person who sent the invitation, "I happened to have a meeting with friends on this day."

Naren didn't know that his noble and glamorous refusal had declared failure after turning around. His nine-year-old niece caught up with the sender, crying for invitations.

Ilia: "My uncle said he regrets it, let me get the invitation card! Please don't pierce him."

"this…"

Ilia folded her hands together and looked at him with those big blue innocent eyes: "Give it to me, I'll pass it to him for you."

"...Then, all right, here you are."

He touched the head of the little blonde loli. I thought, although Prince Charles has a strange personality, his niece is unexpectedly pure and lovely.

For the nobles in the imperial capital, this weekend is destined to be unable to stay at home leisurely. On the same day, they received two heavyweight invitations one after another, and found that the time on the invitation letter was surprisingly consistent. Associating with some rumors of discord between the marshal and the prince, everyone keenly smelled the game.

Deep-minded people think that this is not a simple matter of choosing one or two, but a choice of standpoint. Marshal or Prince? This is a difficult problem.

Although the voice of Prince Charles in the people is not comparable to that of the national icon Marshal Sayles, his status as the maternal blood relative of His Majesty the Emperor is very lofty. Before Prince Charles retired, he made a significant contribution to the empire. contribute.

If one party is in control and one party is dignified, no one is offended.

A few days later, the agreed time finally came.

Naron called Lelida and went to the agreed place together.

Levitra looked sluggish, with thick dark circles under her eyes.

Narren: "Did you sleep well?"

Alida shook his head: "It's hard to say a word."

Naryn was puzzled, but the big brown-haired man obviously didn't want to start the topic. Instead, he refreshed his face and said expectantly: "Today I want to relax!"

The party will be held in a private courtyard at the waist of the sunset volcano. At this time, it was spring, everything in the mountains recovered, the original volcano had long since died, and artificially transplanted flowers and plants of various colors covered a large area of ​​the mountain surface. The breeze came slowly, with a faint sweet fragrance.

Naryn stopped halfway through the walk: "You go up the mountain first."

Lei Da puzzled: "Why? Don't we go there together?"

Naryn thought for a while, and gave a very casual excuse: "The wrist is aching faintly these days. I heard that there is a medical clinic at the foot of the mountain. The owner is a descendant of the ancient medical family, so I plan to stop by."

Alida worried: "You said it was already done before!"

Naryn quickly continued: "It's recurring."

Alida frowned tightly and said, "Forget it, I'll accompany you."

Narren said seriously: "No. Don't you look forward to this party? Both Mrs. Hill and Miss Betty will also go to the appointment and don't have to accompany me."

Lei Da scowled: "Do you still need to be polite between you and me? Would I abandon my sick friend for the sake of a woman? Narren, we are friends! Of course I have to take care of you first!"

Faced with the sincere words of his little friend, Naron was a little touched. However, this slight touch did not move him. On the contrary, he was a bit disappointed-I heard that there is a private medical clinic here, the owner of which is blind, but the medical skills are superb and the reputation is excellent, and he will not disclose anything about the patient. information.

If the wound on his body is not treated, there will be a big problem. The meeting place is set at the sunset volcano, just to heal the wounds unconsciously, if Levitra insists on following...

"You are right, but we still won't go."

Lelida puzzled: "Why?!"

Naron said sincerely: "Because, I suddenly feel better."

The big brown-haired man fell into a bewildered silence.

The plan to see a doctor came to an end, and Naron was a little upset, Yu Guang glanced at the crowd behind him, wondering: "Why are so many people here?"

How many teams are there or is the family that has made good friends with Sells?

Erica's voice was a little sullen: "Oh, I heard that Sayles invited someone to come here to soak in the hot springs today. Didn't you receive the invitation?"

"..."

I received it, but in order to show his disdain, he didn't even open the invitation card, so he retreated directly, not knowing that the location chosen by the other party was also the sunset volcano.

Lei Da: "Go quickly, lest you run into that annoying guy."

However, it was too late.

"Isn't this Prince Charvey?" An accented cry came from behind.

Naryn turned around and recognized the visitor at a glance—Sales' number one eagle dog, Officer Dia.

The rude guy who was born behind the mine star also came, and stopped them with a very frivolous tone.

"I heard that you rejected the invitation, and then quietly sent someone to take it away?" Dia looked at Naron with a smile, "I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect you to come."

Naren stood there, his face covered with frost, and he didn't understand Dia's provocative words very well, but he didn't want to pay much attention to it right now.

Because Celsmont's gaze was falling on him unabashedly.

Naryn felt the blood flow all over his body faster, and his heart beat frantically. This gaze can always make people feel a sense of helplessness that is secretly invisible.

He thought that if Sells had a half impression of that night, it would be a disaster for him. Just thinking about it, you will be overwhelmed by shame.

This was the first real meeting between the two after that night.

As an imperial marshal with a large number of admirers, even in ordinary clothes, he is still tall and tall, possessing an aura and demeanor that ordinary people can't match.

A man destined to stand on high ground and be admired by others.

Even Naren had to admit that in appearance, Sells had the advantage of becoming a superior player.

His appearance is not bad, but he is too feminine, and because of his personality, he is not very likable. As Leida said, he is more like a viper waiting for an opportunity than Sells, who is as majestic as a lion.

The poisonous snake spit out a snake letter and showed a decent smile: "Marshal Sayles, long time no see."

Sells nodded, his eyes fell on his wrist: "It's true that I haven't seen it for a few days. Does the hand still hurt?"

Naryn's smile froze at the corners of his mouth: "It's just a small injury, no need to worry."

Ellida said angrily: "Naren, you said that your wrist hurts just now! It's too unimportant for some people to start."

Naryn: "..."

Dia next to him said: "I'm really sorry. If there is a chance to compete in the future, I will definitely remind the Marshal to keep a gentle force so as not to hurt the noble Prince. After all, the Prince is not the vicious gangsters on the battlefield, let alone The rough-skinned soldiers on the training ground."

Naryn looked at his teammates and then at others, feeling a sense of depression in his heart.