Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 9 [Silent Shame]

 Being stuck in the mud and unable to extricate oneself is almost pathological.

　　Xerxes stared at him for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long time he said nothing.

　　His hesitant attitude made Nalun very nervous, and he always felt that he would be finished in the next second.

　　Xerxes finally spoke: "I'm...surprised."

　　What a coincidence! I was surprised myself. Nalun wept with a blank expression on his face.

　　After that, both sides fell into silence and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

　　In this indescribable atmosphere, Xerxes let go of the hand that was tightly holding him and said in a distant tone: "But I already have a prospective partner."

　　Nalun said, "I understand," and quickly said, "Bless you."

　　Xerxes: "..."

　　Perhaps this crazy fan was too neurotic, and even the Imperial Marshal couldn't figure out his train of thought... In the end, he just asked his adjutant to take the actor who was pretending to be dead aside and leave.

　　Before leaving, Xerxes looked at him deeply, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I will remember you."

　　The gray-green eyes gradually widened, and complex and indistinguishable emotions seemed to be about to overflow - it was indeed hard to forget being confessed to by such a greasy bearded man.

　　When Xerxes turned and walked away, Nalun was still immersed in silent shame.

　　What on earth was he doing here? Shouldn't the correct outcome be for him to just stand by and watch Sells make a fool of himself? Why was he the one who got into trouble in the end?

　　"That's really affectionate."

　　Someone patted his shoulder, and the short freckled man comforted him, "But the marshal belongs to everyone, so think positively."

　　Nalun's eyes were deep and his face was vicissitudes: "No, I don't understand."

　　The freckled man decided to be a caring brother and counseled: "It's not difficult, as long as you adjust your attitude, everything will be fine."

　　Nalun frowned, "I don't understand, don't you like Xerxes very much?"

　　Freckles man: "Yes."

　　Nalun narrowed his eyes, looking at the quail-like fans one by one, and asked, "Why did you all have no reaction when he appeared just now?"

　　"No reaction" is already a decent statement. In fact, these people didn't even dare to breathe. They kept their heads down the whole time to reduce their presence. It didn't seem like the reaction of seeing their idol at all.

　　The freckled man coughed and said, "Marshal is not a celebrity or artist. When I saw him, I got nervous and wanted to hide."

　　Fanboy No. 1 feels the same way: "I don't dare either. Some people can only be admired from afar."

　　The freckled man looked serious: "So, don't expect to play with me, brother."

　　Nalun: "..." No, I didn't.

　　The freckled man's gaze was full of meaning, as if he was looking at an ally who was stuck in the mud and almost sick.

　　On the mountainside, in the courtyard, on the observation deck.

　　Mora put down the device in his hand with a strange expression. Although the terminal can take pictures of distant scenes, it is not able to record sounds. Therefore, everything that happened at the foot of the mountain was presented to the audience in the form of a "silent movie".