The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

The spring in the old Parson family manor is actually very good. There is a broad-leaved Chamomile tree in the back garden. The huge shade can always cover the refreshment table, and the sunlight that leaks down is just right.And the new berries poking out of the bars were pretty juicy bright reds, though they were always going to be plucked bald.

Oswald is the master who destroys fruit with his hands.

Because he has nothing else to do besides reading books and destroying flowers and fruits.

The eight-year-old young master of Parson's old manor is gloomy and difficult, which is what the few servants in the manor often say in private.But in fact, they didn’t have much contact with Oswald. Apart from preparing three meals and tidying up the house every day, they hardly appeared in front of Oswald.

No one playing around, no going out, these two points are enough to drive an eight-year-old boy crazy.What's more, he is still in a state of being abandoned in disguise - the Parson family has already moved to New Manor, where his father and three brothers who don't even know what they look like are there.

All they left to Oswald was an old house, a few servants who didn't wink, and an old butler Ian who always had a stern face.

Ian is a person who likes to criticize, he can't understand many things - curtain tassels that are not straightened, dinner plates that are not symmetrical, table lines that are a little crooked.He especially disliked Oswald because there was nothing about the wretched boy who behaved according to the rules.

He said he was a housekeeper, but actually Ian was more like a rigid and hard-to-serve teacher. His life's work was to stroke Oswald from his hair to his heels, twisting it into a straight line.

The abnormal growth environment caused Oswald to enter the rebellious period early, which probably originated from instinct, just like kicking the hoof harder, it is easier to attract attention.It's a pity that he didn't get the attention of the elders of the family, but got the training of Kevin.

Kevin was found by Ian.Because the picky old housekeeper discovered that the eight-year-old Oswald was no longer something he could handle.

"Hello, little guy, I'm Kevin Fassbender, and I'm in charge of teaching you swordsmanship and fighting from today." This is what Kevin said when he appeared in front of Oswald for the first time.

At that time, Kevin seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, in the transitional period between a teenager and an adult. He was wearing the uniform of the Reserve Corps, with a narrow waist and narrow legs, like a saber in a sheath.

Although His Excellency Saber was sitting at the refreshment table, with his legs crossed and eating shortbread, his posture was relaxed and not serious.But it is undeniable that Oswald's first impression of him was very good.

Young boys always have an inexplicable yearning and admiration for those big boys who look sharp and calm.

Kevin patted the shortbread crumbs off his hands, and rolled his eyes, "I heard that you hate being patted on the top of your head. Coincidentally, I don't like it either." He stood up and took two steps forward, Then bent down, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile, "I hope I won't annoy you."

His fingers were long and clean, as good-looking as he looked.

The eight-year-old Oswald hadn't fully woken up from the sleepiness of his nap, stared at the hand for a while, and then reached out to hold it.

With a young master's face, he said, "I don't hate you." He quite liked it.

In the shade of the tree, the spring spotted bird chirped, and Oswald woke up.

He sat on the wide bed and squeezed the space between his eyebrows. Hearing the muffled thunder outside, he suddenly lost interest in continuing to sleep, so he simply pulled on a piece of clothing and put it on, and strode out the door.

It was still dawn, and it was pouring rain outside.

He waved at the night guard in the corridor, gesturing not to follow, then walked around the corner and walked to the door of the study.

The study door was wide open, and the people inside were lying on their stomachs, lying on the table and had already fallen unconscious.

Oswald: "..."

He simply folded his arms and leaned against the door, waiting all day long, trying to see when Fassbinder would notice his arrival.

Probably because the scene in the dream just now was too gentle and peaceful, Oswald rarely lost his anger and seemed extra patient.

It's a pity that Kevin didn't know why he slept very deeply, and he didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

Oswald listened to the sound of the rainstorm outside the corridor, watched him for a long time, finally stood up straight, and walked into the study.

Kevin rested his face sideways on his left arm, with his right hand resting on the open code, a stack of parchment was pressed under the code, and there was a pen on the edge, and the tip of the pen rubbed several spots of ink on the paper. Very messy.

Oswald squinted at Kevin for a while, then raised his hand to remove his right paw on the code, and put the code aside, revealing the paper underneath.

Sure enough, not a single word was copied!

But the paper is not blank, there is everything except no words.

His Excellency Kevin Fassbender sat in the solemn study room, and drew a bunch of monsters and ghosts on the fine parchment with the emperor Jingui's pen.

Oswald was lucky enough to see Kevin's painting skills a few times back then. With his extraordinary imagination and understanding of Kevin, he guessed that there were mountain rabbits fatter than pigs and giant armor uglier than bastards on the paper. Sea turtles, lions with stupid bear faces, plucked vultures, chicken-like black eagles...

There is also a huge cross drawn next to it, which vividly expresses a word-beasts are inferior.

Oswald: "..."

This complaint is most likely directed at him, after all, it is really not humanly possible to punish him for copying the code a hundred times.

He squinted at Kevin, pulled out the piece of parchment angrily, and was about to use a pen to write "read it, add penalty", when he found that Kevin had also drawn something on the parchment below.

It should be a human face, the two eyes are drawn one big and one small, very asymmetrical, and there is a nose with a jagged line in the middle.There are also a bunch of messy vertical lines next to it. I don't know if they are traces of modification or want to shade the nose.

Under the shadow, one could vaguely see an extremely ugly mouth.

What the hell is this?

Oswald stared at the paper for a while, and then distinguished the tree and the table from behind the faces, and the style of the painting still made it impossible to look directly at.

shade?table?people?

The combination of these things made a scene flash in Oswald's mind.He pondered for a while, and his face instantly darkened.

"Tap! Tuck! Tuck!" Oswald bent one of his knuckles and slammed on the table.

"Huh?" Kevin snorted, frowned and opened his eyes, looking at him sleepily and blankly.

"What are you drawing?" Oswald flicked the paper.

"Hmm..." Kevin fell back again, resting his pillow on his arm and closing his eyes, he answered vaguely.

The Parsons' backyard.

Oswald leaned closer and heard him say this.

It's not enough for this ancestor to just remember the time when he could be beaten by raising his hand, but he has to draw it down.Since the painting is the backyard of Parsons Manor, it is self-evident who this ghost-like thing is.

Oswald: "..."

The scene in the dream just now resurfaced in Oswald's mind. He remembered what he said when he saw this ancestor for the first time, and he almost wanted to go back and pull out his tongue.

Like a fart!If you don't hate it, there will be ghosts.

"Get up!" Oswald knocked on the table again.

Kevin frowned and waved his hand, and said vaguely, "I'll talk about it later, I'm too sleepy."

Oswald frowned: "You have the final say or I have the final say?"

Kevin didn't even bother to wave his hand this time, so he didn't speak at all.

"Hey——" Oswald stared at him for a while, and wanted to call again, but found that Kevin's breathing was long again, and he seemed to have fallen asleep again, but his frowning brows hadn't parted yet, full of breath. A tiredness that didn't match his usual.

Oswald snapped his fingers, feeling something was wrong.