The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

The entire bedroom fell silent for a moment, and after about a century, Kevin finally confirmed that the young emperor was so shocked that he could no longer speak.

Although Oswald has been a bear since he was a child, but thanks to the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the old butler Ian, he still looks like a noble young master in some aspects, such as "life can be given, but face must not be lost"-even if the heart is turbulent, His face also had to be tense, appearing to be composed and calm.If you really can't hold back anymore, just squint your eyes slightly, and the momentum and coercion will come up all at once.

It's a pity that this method is not very effective now, he still couldn't control it in the end, and his eyes widened a bit.

It was rare for Kevin to see him seeing a ghost. He thought it was very interesting, so he couldn't help but owed him another hand. He tapped Oswald's chin with a dagger and said, "Scared? Aren't you wearing clothes all over your body?" How dare you, Your Majesty."

Oswald: "..."

After another century, he finally regained his soul, narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered in an extremely restrained voice: "How could this be?"

Kevin twirled the dagger and raised his chin at him: "It's late, don't squint, your aura can't be saved, don't pretend to be old and not lively when you are young."

The lively Oswald didn't want to be bothered to answer Kevin's teasing at all, and the topic was not taken away at all: "When did you find out that you have this ability?"

Kevin: "Forget it, it's just born like this."

"Naturally..." Oswald muttered, his eyes just glanced at the volume of "Book of the Empress" that Ian placed next to the bed, and a thought flashed through him: "Could it be an atavism?"

The Ona tribe is called "the relic of the gods", and the reason is self-evident.

This continent experienced the age of the old gods where the stars were shining, and the era of the post-gods after the destruction of the gods. After a hundred years of barrenness, it gradually formed the current pattern.During this long period of time, Ouna, as a direct lineage of the legendary gods, changed completely, and failed to inherit any divine power.

But people always have some delusions: Maybe someday there will be a few atavistic elements.

This is a deep-rooted racial obsession, especially after being violently suppressed by the sand ghost and kneeling for hundreds of years, this obsession is even stronger, and it has been passed down from generation to generation in a subtle way.

Oswald’s family environment was quite special when he was a child. There were no parents or elders to nudge him. The only old butler Ian who liked to nagging him liked to use "Book of the Post-God" as a requiem and eulogy, while he himself liked Treating the "Divine Calendar" describing the age of the old gods as a bedtime story naturally did not cultivate this obsession.

But for Kevin's situation, apart from "returning to ancestors", there is no other more reasonable explanation.

"Returning to ancestors?" Kevin was stunned for a moment before he realized, shrugged and said, "Maybe."

"You... can heal any wound like this?" Oswald took a deep look at the smooth skin on his wrist, "Wouldn't that mean you will never die?"

Kevin shook his head: "Almost, but not all. At present, as long as the heart is not nailed, it can heal."

Oswald frowned: "What if the nail pierces the heart?"

"Of course I'll kick my legs and die."

"How do you know?" Oswald asked with a strange face.

"..." Kevin wanted to slap his mouth.

"Since you've lived till now, it means that you haven't been nailed through your heart—" Oswald's light-colored eyes fixed on him again: "So how do you know this?"

Kevin didn't think of how to answer him for a while, and was trying to make an excuse when there was a knock on the bedroom door.Ian's voice sounded outside: "Master, the food is here."

The questioning was interrupted, and Oswald gave an impatient "tsk" before saying, "Come in."

Several female officials filed in with food, and thoughtfully brought a low table that could be placed on the bed.

Oswald signaled the female officer to arrange the food, and threatened Kevin seriously: "If you dare to leak a little food crumbs on my bed, you will even get out with the quilt, wash it and come back."

Kevin paused with his hand holding the spoon: "Is this your bed?"

Oswald said angrily, "Otherwise?"

"Where did you sleep after I lay in bed for three days and three nights?" Kevin looked a little strange.

"Sleep ass." Oswald rubbed his brows and said, "I've been talking to Mio and the others about the garrison in the northwest. Mankao is dead, even if Sapir's old man is bedridden, he will It is impossible to be indifferent to this matter. Besides, there is something wrong with the sand ghosts, how could they silently help and go back to hide from the rainy season and sit and watch the North Emerald Country benefit? Ghosts will believe it."

What he said was also what Kevin thought.It is impossible for sand ghosts to do unprofitable transactions, and they never talk about fair transactions. They have a lot of criminal records, which makes people have to guard against them.It's just that when the rainy season arrives, Sand Ghost's actions will be greatly restricted, and all advantages will turn into disadvantages.In this case, what other means can they use to harass other races?

Kevin didn't rest for a long time. He only had a shameless meal and then packed up and rolled back to the Bronze Army base camp, returning the big bed to Oswald who hadn't had much rest.

The Bronze Barracks was a little deserted compared to previous years. Two days after the start of the rainy season, some people's vacation had already ended.Kevin learned from Oswald that before he woke up, Mio had already returned to the border of the desert with a [-]-man guard to prevent the sand ghost from ingeniously launching a surprise attack.

The Red Iron Army, one of the three legions, was also sent out. They were stationed in the area of ​​the Carat River in accordance with Oswald's order, closely watching the movement of the Northern Emerald Country.

Kevin's return still caused a lot of commotion. Although the three major legions have changed their blood over the years, the reputation of "the youngest and most victorious legion commander" back then was so famous that it was impossible to be forgotten so quickly.

Of course, it is impossible for him to perform suicide by cutting his wrists in public, nor is it possible to advertise that he is a unique cheat.With Oswald's acquiescence and supplementation, he brought out the nonsense that had fooled Mio earlier, trimmed and perfected it, blocked one by one, and quickly convinced other people besides Oswald .

Even Ban who dug him out of the ground with his own hands was almost brainwashed successfully.

"So, you still don't know who rescued you from the coffin and moved you to Andorha?" Ben asked Kevin while drawing his bow and aiming at the bull's-eye.

"Yes, I don't know." Kevin was very sympathetic to the genetic stupidity of the giant orc race, and at the same time slapped Ben's wrist: "Go to the left, today is the southwest wind."

Ban Hao said: "Don't tell me about such complicated things as southeast, north, south, and north, your brain will explode! I have maintained this posture for the whole morning, when can I shoot arrows? Huh? Can you adults speak some credit, How about after a while? My hand is going to be broken!"

Kevin turned a deaf ear to his howling and turned to correct Angel's movements.

Angel is the white rabbit boy who pretended to be an Eldar.He originally planned to leave Ugin Suspended Palace and go to the town of St. Antis to settle down, just like the original agreement.But on the morning of leaving, he ran into Oswald's little niece.

Her Highness Sinia, who had just turned four years old, caught Angel at a glance, grabbed his clothes and asked him to pretend to be a ghost, and had a great time chasing and hiding. Afterwards, she refused to let Angel go. gone.

Although Oswald was not very happy, but he couldn't stand Xinya holding his thigh and crying, so he had to ask Angel to check his life history carefully, and pinched his nose to let him stay.

In the rainy season, sunny days are hard to come by, and it is amazing to last half a day.

The heavy rain that had just stopped in the morning did not hold back in the afternoon, and it fell down again like a pour.

"These bugs are really tireless, and they don't hide from such a heavy rain..." Kevin swept away the small flying bugs that were about to fall on him, and complained.He ordered to replace the archery endurance practice with horseback fighting in the rain, and hurried out of the camp gate and onto the cableway.

Ben stayed to train with the Bronze Army, and Angel followed him like a small tail-Kevin was going to the palace to find Oswald, and he was because Sinia was calling.

"Your Excellency is here? The young master is waiting for you in the study." Ian still couldn't change his address, so he stopped struggling and kept calling him young master.Oswald didn't care about this at all, so he let him go.

"Okay, I'll go there now. My God, when it rains, all these bugs gather in the corridor." Kevin frowned and waved away a few times.

A group of black insects the size of sesame seeds were scattered by him, and after a few circles, they tirelessly approached again, extremely annoying.

There are usually not so many of these flying insects, but this year they suddenly overflowed and almost became a disaster.

Every day Mi Ao sent back letters with exaggerated complaints, such as "there are so many flying insects in the military tent that I can lift me up", "I crushed all the insects to death casually while sleeping last night" and so on.The Red Iron Army in the Kela River area is even worse, where the humidity is the heaviest, and there are only a lot of insects and ants.

Although this kind of small black bug flies silently, it is not as noisy as the hard-mouthed mosquito, but it is also a master of biting. When bitten, a small rash will appear, which is hot and itchy, very uncomfortable.

"Yes, this is much more difficult to deal with than hard-mouthed mosquitoes. The insect repellent that was spread two days ago has little effect on them." Ian replied, and then directed other servants to sprinkle the powder on the corner of the corridor, trying to make them Fewer of those damn bugs.

Almost everyone has been bitten, even Oswald is no exception, after all, bugs don't care whether you are the emperor or not.

Kevin is relatively better. He has also been bitten, but he has a unique self-healing power. Those rashes always start to disappear as soon as they appear, and they disappear in the blink of an eye.

He walked around the servant who was spreading the powder, and walked towards the study.Angel paused for a moment, and nodded his eyebrows and lips to the flying insects in the sky, which was the usual prayer gesture used by those who believed in the post-god.

"Praying that the bugs don't bite people is worse than slapping them to death." Kevin said by the way.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a few screams from the servants from the study, which made his eyebrows twitch in shock: "What happened?!"