The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

I don't know if there is too much tacit understanding or too little tacit understanding. The two just subconsciously swayed to the left and the other to the right. They fainted and became face to face.

Kevin: "..."

It was damp and cold in the dungeon, and Kevin was still wearing the same suit that Oswald forced on him. Although it was a little better than the old clothes that looked like rags, it definitely had nothing to do with "keeping out the cold".So the phrase "Why are your hands so cold" that Oswald asked was simply nonsense, not only his hands, but his whole body was cold!

It was because of the cold that when Oswald's hot breath hit his skin, it became more clear and obvious.

It was so obvious that his skin crawled up.

Kevin gave a "tsk" in his heart, saying that he really couldn't stand other people getting too close to me, it was too weird.

He couldn't help frowning, and opened one eyelid to look at it, but saw Oswald also half-opened his eyes with a complicated face, looking like he wanted to say something but had to hold back, he probably felt that this shape was awkward Not very happy.

As soon as the wind fell in the corridor, there were footsteps, some light and some heavy, and more than one person came.

The movement of changing positions was a bit loud, and Kevin couldn't take risks, so he could only continue to hold on like this.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, Oswald still opened his mouth without fear of death.

Judging from the dark history of His Majesty the emperor when he was a child, he was almost full of courage when he became arrogant, and it may not be impossible to make some noise under such circumstances.

Kevin gave him a warning look, but he only moved his mouth and didn't make a sound.

Judging from the mouth shape, he is asking Kevin: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Kevin rolled his eyes, what the hell is there to say?

Oswald: "Seeing you suffer makes me feel better."

Kevin: "..." Are you free?

Just when he was dumbfounded by the young emperor's childish behavior, the footsteps in the aisle had already walked from the other end of the dungeon to this end.

He closed his expression for a moment, and immediately closed his eyes.

"Are you still awake?" A hoarse voice came from the door.That kind of sand-like fricative sound in the throat, except for the sand ghosts, no one else can make it.

"Before throwing them into the dungeon, I gave each of them some medicine. The amount of medicine that can pour a giant Uta wild boar, normal people will definitely not be able to bear it, and I probably won't wake up tonight." A slightly shrill voice replied.

Kevin: "..." I can carry it better than a wild boar, I don't know if this is a compliment or a curse.

The sand ghost threw something out, and with a "ding", the sound quality sounded like a glass container, "That's just right, this is what you want, you can pick someone here to try, and see for yourself the effect."

A high-pitched voice complimented: "The effect has already been seen, otherwise they wouldn't be lying here."

Kevin thought for a moment——

What made them lie here was the sand ghost in skins. Judging from what these two people said now, the heaven-defying state of "whoever touches it will die" of the sand ghost is not a common phenomenon, but is related to the something about?

But if it is really such a crucial thing, will Sand Ghost easily give it to the people of the Northern Emerald Country?

"Don't talk nonsense, try it quickly, I will go back to the desert if there is no problem, the lord is urging." Sand ghost's voice was slowly filled with impatience and arrogance.

He said in a sharp voice, "Are you going back now? Your Majesty has asked me to treat you well, at least to hold a grand farewell banquet, otherwise His Majesty will surely blame me when he recovers from illness."

The sand ghost became even more impatient: "There is no need, we will leave tonight."

In such a hurry to leave?

Leaving good things to the Northern Emerald Country, and returning to the desert without even looking at what kind of turmoil it will cause, this is not in line with Sand Ghost's usual arrogant style. It can't be true that selfless dedication does not ask for anything in return, right?

Kevin was a little puzzled, but he quickly realized that the rainy season was coming.

It is now May, and the end of the foggy season in the eastern Andoha dense forest means that the largest and longest rainy season on the entire continent is coming, and the difference between before and after will only be two or three days at most.Sand ghosts have always been afraid of water and hate humidity, so they can only nest in the western desert during the rainy season.

This is also the reason why they cannot completely suppress other races and occupy the entire continent.

This is a well-known weakness, and Sand Ghost did not hide it. He smiled slightly mockingly: "This bottle is enough for you to control. The rainy season lasts for four months. It is really too long for us, and we can do a lot. It's over, I hope that when we return to the mainland, we can see that you have done everything well, and don't forget the agreement with us."

"How could it be?" He laughed in a sharp voice, rubbing his hands together, and said after deliberation: "Then let me try first? Let me pick one..."

He dragged his tail tune, rubbing the soles of his feet on the damp ground of the dungeon, as if he was turning around and looking at each cell, hesitating which unlucky ghost he should choose.

Kevin heard him take two steps this way, and his heavy breathing due to excitement almost touched the door of the cell: "How about the Golden Lion Kingdom?"

He tapped the glass bottle lightly with his fingers, as if thinking about it.

The sand ghost probably couldn't stand such a grumpy character, so he clicked his tongue and said, "Hurry up, but let me remind you in advance, this thing is not easy to control, and don't shake your hands, if the bottle is broken, all previous efforts will be wasted. You were on your knees crying."

Hearing his words, the shrill voice seemed to be a little more cautious. He took two steps back and turned to the opposite cell, "Then try the one from here first. I'm a small priest of the Spirit Race. It doesn't matter if it fails."

Kevin heard a soft rustle over there, followed by a silence that held his breath.

Just when his twisted neck began to feel sore, a shrill voice suddenly whispered: "Come on, stand up!"

Kevin: "..." Have you never seen anyone stand up in eight hundred lifetimes, so surprised?

Of course he knew that the so-called standing up was not that simple. He should have used the contents of the bottle on the little spirit priest, and the effect was good.

"Is he conscious?" asked the shrill voice.

Sand ghost: "Of course, otherwise how can I pretend."

It seems that like the heavy armored cavalry before, they borrowed their skins to pretend to be the real master.

After thinking about it in his mind, Kevin almost understood the intention of the Northern Emerald Country. If the contents of the bottle could have this effect, then he would arrest a few people to change the skin of any race he wanted to deal with.

If you are a soldier, you can go back and mess up the army; if you are a person in the court, you can approach the superior; if you directly capture important figures such as those in power, it will be more convenient!It can be replaced without bloodshed!

Where did this witchcraft come from?Kevin was puzzled.

"Will you be obedient if you are conscious? Let him strangle the other one to death." A sharp voice suggested darkly.

Sand Ghost: "The bottle is in your hand."

"Oh, let me try—you, go and break his neck." The shrill voice lowered its voice, and it sounded light and sinister, extremely vicious.

"Okay." A strange voice replied, it should be the spirit priest who was overwhelmed.

After a while, there was a crisp sound of bones, and the high-pitched voice suppressed excitement: "Okay, okay, great."

Sand Ghost asked: "Now you know the effect? ​​It feels good to try it yourself? There are so many people in the dungeon, you can do whatever you want. I should go back after I finish my work. When I came just now, the sky was already quite gloomy."

As soon as the words fell, there was a whistling sound in the corridor, and it quickly returned to silence.

The shrill voice didn't move for a long time, and didn't know what it was thinking. After a long time, it murmured again like a sigh: "Okay."

Kevin: "..." It sounds like a pervert.

The footsteps of the shrill voice hesitated for a while, and finally came towards Kevin and the others.The aisle of the dungeon is not spacious, and it is only a few steps away from the prison door.

Kevin could feel the man stretching out his hand through the door, fingers getting closer to him.

The ghost knows if there is anything weird in his hand.

Because of the sideways head, the man could only see the back of Kevin's head.

Relying on the safety of the perspective, Kevin slightly opened his eyelids, but found that Oswald was half-closed, motionless over his shoulder, staring at the position of the cell door.

Kevin: "..."

Suddenly seeing such a situation, he was startled.But the high-pitched voice was not noticed, and I don't know if it was too excited or what.

Just when Kevin held his breath, Oswald's eyes suddenly opened, and he jumped up like a leopard. Kevin immediately understood, and turned his head and was slapped.Hearing a crisp sound of "snap", Kevin's slap hit Jian Sheng's wrist impartially, his fingers softened, and a glass bottle in his palm rolled to the ground.

At the same time, Oswald had already passed Kevin to the door of the cell, grabbed Screamer's neck fiercely, twisted and pulled.

boom--

Screaming's head slammed hard against the metal door rail, bleeding out from the knock.

A tall and thin figure suddenly jumped out from the opposite cell and rushed towards this side.He was wearing a white linen robe, which looked like a shroud, and looked like a withered ghost.This costume is aesthetically pleasing to know that it belongs to the Spirit Race.

That covered priest!

At the critical juncture, Kevin did not forget the previous lesson. After the heavy armored cavalry was pierced, the sand ghosts who jumped out would die whoever touched them.

He took off the long sword hanging from Jian Sheng's waist, and pushed Jian Sheng forward, just in time to bump into the screaming priest.

At the moment of the collision, Kevin raised his hand and struck a sword, fast and ruthless.

And Oswald picked up the glass bottle rolling on the ground, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

In the blink of an eye, because of Oswald's loud shout, the priest who was wrapped up stopped his charge. At the same time, Kevin's long sword pierced in from behind the screeching voice, and protruded from his chest. Entering the priest's heart, he stabbed the two of them directly.

bingo!

Years of entanglement with sand ghosts has enabled Kevin to practice the ability to kill with one move.When the sword went down, he knew clearly that Sand Ghost's heart had been pierced.

A shrill and hoarse trombone sounded, and Oswald threw Kevin away without saying a word.

The whole skin of the pierced spirit priest exploded, and the sand scattered everywhere, but those that splashed towards Kevin and the others were all blocked by the shrill body.

Kevin was thrown to a corner away from the cell door by Oswald, and watched as the screaming voice collapsed from the beginning and turned into a beach of sand on the ground.

With such a commotion in the dungeon, the guards at the door would be dead if they didn't come.

The two stood up, smashed the keyhole of the cell door three times, five times, two times, went straight to the next door, and smashed Mio's cell door.

"Fuck me to death! Hey - wake up! Don't pretend to be dead!" Mio jumped up, took the metal rod and poked his ankle chain vigorously, while pushing and shoving his colleagues The three giant orcs in the cell.

The sound of metal armor colliding and rubbing sounded one after another, and noisy human voices came from the other end of the aisle—obviously, the guards rushed in!

Worst of all, it sounds massive.

Mio shook his hand poking the keyhole: "..."

Oswald: "Has that idiot Sapir sent all the troops in the city to guard this prison?!"

Mio looked like a pill: "How likely is it that I squeezed myself out of the gas hole?"

Kevin: "Hehe, stop dreaming."