The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

Kevin's expression was complicated and his eyes were lost.

Oswald rarely saw this look on his face as if he was about to die, so he couldn't help squinting at him and said, "What are you looking at me for? What's your expression?"

"I'm getting older, my wings are hardened, and I have learned to use imperial power to suppress people." Kevin sighed pretendingly.

Oswald's veins twitched: "..."

He finally couldn't stand this bastard, and slapped the pen and the leather bag on Kevin's chest, holding the written scroll and walking away without looking back.

Clearing up this battlefield is difficult but not difficult, but it is not easy to say simple.

Those scattered weapons have been picked up by the Wujin cavalry, and they have been cleaned up intensively. There are about thirty swords, more than ten short sabers, and piles of arrows in a row.

Among them, Kevin's weapons are all engraved with the lion's head mark of the Golden Lion Kingdom, which is easy to identify.The rest of the iron swords should have come from the previous intruders, but no matter whether it was the iron sword with a simple style and no decoration marks, or the clothes on the row of stone statues that were so ordinary that they could not be found when they fell into the crowd, there was no way. Give Kevin them any information about the identity of the first interlopers.

So who would be the one who broke in?Was it sent by the Northern Emerald Empire?Or people from those small city-states in Leiyin City?Is it also to deal with the petrified strange disease caused by the insect plague?Or is it some other reason?

One question after another popped up in everyone's mind, but they couldn't find any answers for a while.

After packing up all the usable weapons, the Ugin Iron Cavalry followed Oswald's instructions and planned to gather the dead bodies of dryads strewn about on the ground together and set them on fire to avoid unnecessary complications.

As a result, they just moved a few pieces, and they cried out "ah".

"What's the matter?" Oswald doesn't like these sudden movements. In this respect, Kevin perfectly fits his temperament. After all, His Excellency Fassbender's psychological quality cannot be measured by ordinary people's standards .

The leader of Wujin Iron Cavalry this time pointed to the dryad corpse in front of him, and said to this side: "Your Majesty, this monster's corpse shattered by itself."

Oswald frowned: "What is broken?"

After checking a few vacant rooms, Kevin heard this sentence as soon as he walked around, and walked behind Oswald: "What's wrong?"

"Commander." The team leader saluted Kevin and said hello.

Right in front of his toes, there was a corpse of a dryad lying there curled up. Just looking at it, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Your Majesty, do you see anything special about this dryad?" The team leader had relatively more contact with Oswald on weekdays, and was not as afraid of him as others.

Oswald lowered his eyelids to take a look, then retracted his gaze in disgust, and said, "It's very ugly."

Leader: "..."

The young and handsome Emperor probably looks at himself too much on weekdays, and has always been insensitive to his appearance.He always thinks that he is not a superficial person and will not be fooled by a pretty face.But in fact, he is not very sensitive to his appearance just because his aesthetic starting point is a bit high——

In his eyes, people who are good-looking stay at the level of "personal appearance", and those who stand out are at most mixed with the level of "able to see", and the rest of them basically hover at the level of "not very good-looking" and "good-looking". Not even a human being." between.

Because the overall span is not large, it gave the emperor the illusion of "feeling more about connotation than appearance".

But this old dryad who was lying down really challenged Oswald's aesthetic limit, and he felt sorry for himself even if he took a second look.

The team leader coughed, pointed at the tree spirit with the tip of his sword, and said, "Your Majesty, take care."

As he spoke, he poked the dryad's body with the tip of his sword.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the dryad who had maintained its dead appearance suddenly turned into a pile of dust mixed with dead branches and leaves, and the whole thing collapsed.It just so happened that a gust of wind from nowhere swept across, and the dryad was like dust in the forest, dispersed in the air.

"Cough—" Oswald frowned, and coughed twice with his fists pressed against his lips.

Compared with Kevin, who has been struggling on the battlefield all year round, Oswald can be regarded as a clean freak.Although he had little contact with his relatives and elders since he was a child, and he was locked up in the old manor and almost no one cared about him, but overall he lived a life as a young master, and with the obsessive-compulsive housekeeper like Ian who taught him every day, he just wanted to be careless are difficult.

He especially hates this kind of dusty things, but from the sand ghosts before to the tree branches now, one or two like to grind their own corpses into powder, which is really harmful to others.

He gave a "tsk" in disgust, raised his hand and waved twice, sweeping away the dust and cloud and said, "What's going on here?"

The team leader shook his head: "I don't know, there was one lying here earlier, and it was just broken up before I spoke to you."

"Give me the sword." With a sullen face, Oswald took the long sword from the leader and flicked it among the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

After the dust is scattered, these things are no different from ordinary dead leaves piled up on the ordinary forest floor, and they are brown-black because of the slight humidity.

The Ugin iron cavalry who were in charge of cleaning up the battlefield all encountered such a situation-after the corpses of the dryads were left for a while, they changed when touched, and became what Oswald and the others saw.

So that it didn't take long for the ground here to be covered with a thin layer of dead leaves, and the powder was submerged in the soil.

"I actually think this is what this place should be like." Nick couldn't help but said.

The crowd listened, neither laughed nor refuted, because they also felt the same way.

"The ashes of this thing are really unique..." Dan thought about the half of the red fruit he ate just now, and maybe he absorbed this kind of thing, and his face turned greener.

The little lion class pretended to be old-fashioned and patted him, saying earnestly: "It's been in your belly for a while, don't even think about it."

Dan: "..."

Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. He thinks that this kid has learned nothing else from that little white-faced commander. He first learned to chat, which is really great!

"What are these tree branches..." Oswald returned to the eaves, staring at the layer of dead leaves from a distance, and asked in a low voice.

Kevin shrugged, looking like he didn't quite know.However, after a short pause, he still opened his mouth and said, "You said... what might be the one who lives next to the cemetery?"

Oswald thought for a while and said, "Gravekeeper?"

Kevin didn't speak.

His beautiful black eyeballs are covered with a layer of organic glass under the light of the worm sac, moist and translucent.Because of the slightly drooping eyes, the thick eyelashes cast a curved shadow under the lower eyelids, giving his gaze an indescribably complex meaning.

Oswald gave him a strange look, and thought to himself, why does this look like he is about to die again.He thought that he had asked a question before, and this bastard seized the opportunity and blocked him.This time, I can't be fooled again, and I would be an idiot if I asked him again.

Unexpectedly, this time Kevin just looked at the dead leaves for a while, then turned his head and left, with no intention of continuing to talk at all.

Oswald: "..."

The entire Golden Lion Kingdom probably belongs to His Excellency Fassbender who dared to leave the emperor there alone...

In front of this cave-like settlement, there is a winding path. On both sides of the path, there are also tall trees and dense grass. In the first half of the road, there are insect lamps for lighting, but in the second half, there are no such Welfare.

Looking from a distance, from light to dark, it is pitch black, with no end in sight.It was as if there was a huge black animal mouth on the other side of the path, waiting for someone to walk in.

Kevin stood at the end of the winding path, folded his arms and stared at the darkness for a moment, then picked a bug lamp on the side of the road.Just as he was about to take a step, he heard the rustling of footsteps on dead leaves behind him.

"Are you going to look ahead?" Oswald's deep voice moved from far to near.

Kevin turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him, said "Yes", and nodded: "Why? Your Majesty wants to go together?"

Oswald's face was still cold under the light of the insect lamp, because of the protruding browbones and deep eye sockets, he was handsome and aggressive.He turned his head and raised his hand, as if he wanted to call the Ugin iron cavalry and the giant orc to go with him.

"It's nothing to worry about." Kevin pressed his hand down and shook the bug lamp in his hand. "There is no problem in front, just to see if there are any signs. Lighting is enough."

Oswald's shallow, almost transparent eyes narrowed slightly: "It's fine to put anything in your mouth..."

With a sarcasm in his mouth, he reached out and picked up a bug lamp by the side of the road, raised his chin, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Kevin laughed and strode forward.

The sac that wraps the bug lamp has been processed, and it looks pretty good in the hand. It is quite elastic when it is pulled and pulled with the rhythm of walking.

Oswald didn't bother to look at this thing carefully before, but now he couldn't help but bring the lamp to his eyes, and scanned it in a circle, "What is this made of?"

"Large intestine." Obviously he could say sausage casing, but Kevin chose such a word.

Oswald: "..."

He almost threw the filth in Kevin's face.

As soon as Kevin turned his head, he saw Oswald's extremely green face, and asked with the corner of his mouth upturned: "Young master, has he committed another cleanliness?"

Just fucking knew this bastard was doing it on purpose!

Oswald resisted the urge to throw the worm lamp out, turned his head with a sullen face, looked down at Kevin who was standing beside him, and said with a cold smile: "You're just trying to show off." Your Excellency Fassbender, have you ever seen a young master who is a head taller than you?"

He didn't mind Kevin making fun of him in a tone that was biased towards the elders, but now he was called so, and he was even more accurate.The last word "small" was bitten very hard by him.

Kevin curled his lips: "So what? Except for the giant orcs, everyone is almost a head shorter in front of you."

He walked while talking, and after a while, he shook the worm lamp and stopped, sighing: "Ah, we're here."