The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

As soon as he moved his head, the blade on his neck unceremoniously pressed a little tighter.Kevin could even feel that the skin under his throat was cut, and a trace of blood oozes out.

Although he claims that he "basically can't die", the pain still hurts, and the pain is no less severe than others.

Kevin frowned in a "hiss—" and before his sight recovered clearly, the sound of water splashing and then stopping abruptly sounded in his ears one after another—the rest of Ben and Nick also came down one after another.

"Fass—dammit!" Nick was probably a little dizzy with the water, and just about to open his mouth to confirm Kevin's location, he also received the high-level treatment with the tip of the knife against his throat.

The sound of sobbing chills sounded one after another, and they were all cut off halfway, and swallowed back into the throat.

There was a strange "ho ho" sound, like someone whispering in a strange language.

The water droplets on Kevin's eyelashes finally dried, and his vision became clear.The monsters that fell from the top of the mountain before appeared in his vision again.

The monster that pressed the tip of the knife against his neck, regardless of his eyes being open, brought that ugly face to Kevin's neck, and took two deep breaths, as if trying to smell something. .

Seen from this angle, the monster's face looks even more terrifying—the overly protruding eyeballs are covered with a gray-white film, so that the black eyeballs can't be seen at all, only the small pupil in the middle of the eyeballs remains .The skin on the face was like the rest of it, like old tree bark, and in some places there were even bristly buds.

On the whole, this monster looks like an old dryad walking.

Probably because of the thick skin, the old dryads had little expression on their faces, appearing silent and fierce.

In addition to the few dryads holding down the crowd with knives, there are also a few who seem to be the leaders standing aside, pointing and pointing at the elite squad that is restrained on this side, talking about something.

Among the top people in the legion, there are always a few who have some rare skills, such as ventriloquism.

Nick's lips remained unmoved, and he asked in a very low ventriloquist, "Can anyone translate what these psychopaths are talking about..."

Kevin also responded to him in ventriloquist, speaking low and fast: "I guess, someone has already broken in here before us. The range of activities of these things is far away from this entrance, and they will not easily approach here during the day. Because they don't like places with sunlight."

Nick: "...Tell me, is there anything else you don't know?"

Kevin: "Thanks for the compliment."

Another officer student who knows ventriloquism said Wukelian: "Please, can you chat at another time. Are they discussing how to kill us?"

The leader of the old dryads heard the movement, stopped his words, turned his head and cast a gloomy glance to this side with his white eyes.

Nick and the others shut up immediately, staring at their noses and mouths.

The leader stretched out his thin fingers that were forked like branches, and shook the two middle fingers together, as if using this gesture to give some kind of order.

Before Kevin and the others could react, the dryads who were holding their knives against them raised their elbows with lightning speed, and slammed them hard on everyone's heads.

Everyone rolled their eyes and fainted.

At that moment, Kevin actually had the ability to break free from the blade to block it, but his neck would inevitably be injured, and the blood spurting here could not be stopped in a short while, and it would be troublesome to heal.

In the end, Kevin didn't take any action. After bearing the blow from the dryad, he let the flow take its course and passed out.

Because he actually understood the conversation between the tree spirit leaders, they didn't intend to kill the elite team immediately, but planned to bring them back to the place where they lived.

And there, it is almost at the "gateway" of the real Tomb of God Phae.

For an extremely lazy person like Kevin, even being knocked out would not be a problem if he could hitch a ride.

The recovery speed of sanity was within Kevin's estimation.When he fully woke up, the dryads had just moved the group of them to the settlement.

Kevin controlled his breathing, trying to look like everyone else who wasn't awake.The dryads didn't realize that there was a traitor among the "holding the corpse", and dragged and dragged the entire elite team into a not-so-spacious place.

Kevin opened his eyes after the sound of their "cheeping" conversation faded away.

The top of this place is like an arched cover, which is completely composed of intertwined thick vines, opposite-growing branches and leaves, and some thorny thorn branches, thick and tight.

Let's call it a "cave".

There are several palm-sized sacs hanging on the wall of the cave. The sacks are almost transparent and so thin that they can be broken if poked, like casings peeled off from the intestines of animals.

In those casing bags, there are handfuls of fluorescent bugs bulging around them, which have been cultivated into natural lights.

Hanging a few casing bags is quite bright.

With this light, Kevin scanned around.

There are piles of berries piled up in the corner of this cave, clusters of flowers with stamens hanging on the two walls, and the corpses of various unknown creatures.

It's not the whole body, the flesh and blood are all separated.The skins were piled up in one place, and the meat was torn into strips, dangling in the air.The skulls were turned upside down one by one, and all of them were filled with something, obviously used as a container.

Not surprisingly, this should be the storage house of the old dryads.

Or a kitchen in another sense.

When those old dryads went out from the kitchen, they tied their hands and feet tightly with thorny vines. With a little movement, those spikes would scrape and stir in the flesh, causing burning pain.

Kevin didn't care about the pain, he moved his body slightly to make himself lean more comfortably.

Nick and the others were lying around in a haphazard manner, overlapping like sacks, and Squad's feet were just across an officer's face.

In the corner of the wall behind them, there are seven or eight stone statues standing motionless for no reason.Those stone statues were pressed against the wall with their backs to Kevin. It looked like they were dressed in human form. They might have been carved by the dryads, or they might have been moved from the tomb of Phae.

I just don't know why it's in a place like the kitchen.

Kevin still wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly there were a few rustling footsteps outside the door, from far to near, and finally stopped on both sides of the kitchen door, as if they were here to guard the door.

They didn't pay attention to the situation inside the door, they just chatted without saying a word outside.

Probably felt that the captives in the room did not understand their language, so the two chatted without shyness.

It's just a coincidence that there happened to be someone in the room who could understand most of the words.

"How long are we going to stand here stupidly? Don't we change shifts?" Kevin heard one of them ask.

The other replied slowly: "Stop complaining, everyone else is busy, who will stand guard if we don't? Do you want to be sent outside?"

"I don't want to! Even if it's rainy season outside, the sky is annoyingly bright. I don't want to change my skin."

"That's it. There are too many people breaking in recently, so don't expect to be idle." The slow one said.

"The two groups of people captured look the same, are they the same group?"

Slowly: "The taste is different. Haven't you heard of it? Among those who have just been captured, there is one with a very special taste."

"How special?"

Slowly lowering his voice, he said mysteriously, "Like 'that one'."

Another dryad gasped: "Isn't that what we're looking for?"

"That's right, the one caught this time plus yesterday's batch is just enough for a living sacrifice, and the one with that special smell should be enough to last for many years."

"Oh, no wonder the two of us are here to watch."

"Don't look at how many times you can afford to run before peeling off the skin for bloodletting? After all, it's hard to find one that tastes so similar."

Kevin: "..."

Uncover the skin and let the blood out? !The leader of the cheating dryads only said that they are still useful, and they will be brought back first before discussing, without mentioning that the so-called usefulness is actually such a thing...

The corner of Kevin's mouth twitched, feeling that he was being lazy this time.He himself doesn't care, he can get away whenever he wants to go, but lying here and there is enough.

He looked outside without saying a word, and then at the people lying around him, silently thinking about his plan to leave here.

The dryads outside were very busy for what they called "living sacrifices". Kevin heard them coming and going, looking for dead branches, stone flakes, and boiling water...

It's like eating meat around the stove.

Taking advantage of the commotion outside, Kevin found a sharp corner of a raised rock on the ground, and while grinding the cane on his hand, he tried to wake up the others.

"Huh...what's the smell?" A low hoarse voice hummed.

Kevin glanced out vigilantly. The dryad outside the door was talking to those who were busy coming and going, so he didn't hear this sentence.

Kevin heaved a sigh of relief, and kicked the officer who had just opened his eyes with his toe.

The officer woke up instantly, suddenly realized his situation, and immediately shut up.Then he stared at the feet lying across his face with a sad face.

He frowned and turned his head sideways, and Ben's feet rolled to the ground.With this movement, Ben also woke up.

The senses of beasts are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and their vigilance is also high.Ben was on guard as soon as he opened his eyes, and he relaxed a little after he spotted Kevin.

"Is this the monster's lair?" The officer asked silently with exaggerated mouth shapes.

Kevin nodded, and also mouthed: "Monster Kitchen."

officer:"……"

He paused, then pointed out with his chin, and asked, "What are they doing so loudly?"

Kevin replied, "We're going to be sacrificed to you."

officer:"……"

It's hard to talk about it today.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Do you know what the sacrifice is?"

This is also what Kevin wondered, what can these dryads sacrifice?

The officer himself said again: "Could it be Fae, the God of Light?"

Kevin shook his head without hesitation: "Impossible."

"How is it impossible? Is there anything else that can be sacrificed here besides Faer? It's gone!" The officer couldn't figure it out.

Kevin opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he heard a commotion outside the door, and a few dryads rushed over and shouted: "Someone! Someone broke in!"

The tree spirit guarding the gate said slowly: "What's your name? Haven't there been too many people breaking in these two days? It's enough to catch them back. Wouldn't it be better if there were more sacrifices?"

"It's different, it's not the same! This time—" it was interrupted by a distant hawk before it could finish speaking.

Kevin questioned with an "ah".

The officer looked tense: "What's wrong?"

Kevin: "This hawk cry sounds familiar—"

The next second, a more familiar voice came from a distance: "I was dizzy by the waterfall! I can't keep my direction! What the hell is this place? What are these sneaky tree forks?" Son? They are so annoying! Is the instruction map that the little white-faced commander drew for you reliable? If you don’t give me a look, I’m worried!”

In the gap between the words, the voice has moved from far to near.So another voice was also caught by Kevin.

The man replied coldly and arrogantly: "No."