The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

The Northern Emerald Country stands in the ice and snow almost all year round, bordering the endless Xisar Ice Field to the north and the mighty and dangerous Kela River to the south.Wangcheng Feiling is located in the north of the center. It is cold and dry. Even in May, you can breathe into clouds when you walk outside.

Because there are several frozen veins under the city, the temperature of the ground is lower than that of the ground, and it is still humid.

The dungeon with the worst environment in the Northern Emerald Country was built in this kind of place, next to the Frozen Vein, not as good as a beast.

Kevin crossed his long legs, sitting on the uneven ground in a very comfortable posture, leaning against the cold stone wall of the dungeon, looking down at his right hand.

In this dungeon, apart from a few holes on the roof that are smaller than a fist, there is no place to connect with the outside world.There are very few wall lamps in the corridor, and the flames are not strong at all, which seems to be hanging for the last time.

Under the dim light, Kevin's right hand looked even more terrifying...

If that can be called a hand.

The complete flesh stopped abruptly at the wrist, and under the bloody wound was the white bones, even the white bones were not complete, half of the metacarpal bone was missing, and only two phalanx bones were complete, the remaining part was more than a dog gnawed Not as good.

Tsk, it's ugly.

Kevin looked down for a while, and laughed at himself: But at least there are a few bones.

You must know that a few minutes ago, there was not even half of the metacarpal that the dog gnawed on.

A skinny mouse suddenly drilled out of the stone crevice in the corner. Its hard hair brushed against Kevin's blood-dripping wound, and the taste was sour and wonderful.

Kevin took a silent breath, glanced at the mouse, flexibly moved his fingers, and flicked it a few steps away.

Just in the blink of an eye, his dog-gnawing metacarpal seemed to be a little more complete, with two extra knuckles on his middle finger.

The skinny mouse squeaked. It was unknown whether it was frightened by the touch of the bone or by Kevin himself. It ran in a different direction, but it didn't find the right way and bumped into Oswald's arm muscle. On, rolled two laps before running away in a hurry.

Oswald, who was lying on the ground, twitched his fingers twice, frowned and opened his eyes with just such a moderate impact.

He didn't understand the situation for a while, squinted his eyes and glanced around, and then sat up suddenly.

"Hiss—" He pressed the wound on the back of his head, took a deep breath, then raised his eyes and asked, "What the hell is this place?"

Kevin flicked his left hand very casually and said, "Obviously, in prison."

As for the unattractive right hand, it was hidden by him in the shadow behind him, so he couldn't see it from Oswald's perspective.

Kevin pointed to the logo engraved next to the keyhole of the anklet, and added: "In the dungeon of the Northern Emerald Country."

Oswald's face darkened completely: "The sand ghost tried his best to catch people, but in the end he was locked in the prison of the North Emerald Country?"

This seemed a little strange to them. You must know that the Northern Emerald Country is equivalent to the sand ghost's follower. They can help deter them, but don't expect them to really contribute.More often than not, the people in the Northern Emerald Country are busy and busy, and the sand ghosts are waiting for income.

Looking at it this way now, it seems that it has changed from a complete follower to an equal cooperation.

"With cooperation, the exchange of interests is indispensable. Maybe that old and immortal Sapir in the Northern Emerald Country suddenly gained some leverage, such as digging up a peerless treasure..." Kevin fiddled with the keyhole on the anklet, It seems to be studying how to smash it open.

"Speaking of benefit exchange..." Oswald frowned and said, "What happened to that sand ghost today? Whoever touches it dies, what kind of joke are you talking about?! Mutation?"

Kevin said casually: "Maybe this is the result of the exchange of interests."

Oswald: "..."

"Please don't use such a tone to make such horrible guesses, thank you." Mio's voice came muffledly from the next door along the mouse hole, "I just opened my eyes and heard your conversation, I still feel dizzy It's easier to worry about."

"Are you still alive?" Kevin asked in surprise.

Mio: "...I'm not completely worthless."

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other from next door, and after a while, Mio's voice moved to the wall, and it was much clearer: "To be honest, just one sand ghost like this will kill us so much!" There are many people, if there are more, then what kind of battle is there..."

Who can beat them? !

Not to mention the Golden Lion Country, the Northern Emerald Country, all races in the entire continent, they can step on them.

"But they are still cooperating with the Northern Emerald Country." Oswald said, "So there is something wrong with this, either their state is not as difficult to deal with as it seems, or there is something that is holding back the Northern Emerald Country Or in someone else's hands."

Kevin was still fiddling with the anklet, and after listening to "En", he agreed.

Speaking of hands...

Oswald suddenly raised his head and said to Kevin, "Where's your right hand?!"

Kevin: "...Is your topic jumping a little high?"

He threw away the anklet, raised his eyes and said to Oswald in puzzlement, "Okay, why did you suddenly ask me about my right hand?"

"What nonsense--" Oswald saw him talking about the topic, his face sank, and without a word, he leaned over and clamped Kevin's right arm behind him.

"Just ask carefully, what's the problem if you don't agree with me?!" Kevin was dragged helplessly by him, and he stretched out his right hand, "So what's wrong with my right hand?"

The position of the two of them has changed during the pulling, and a little thin moonlight leaked from the eye above the head, just shining on Kevin's right hand.

I saw that his fingers were long and well-proportioned. He held the sword all year round without leaving any calluses. With a slight movement, the muscles and bones on the back of his hand would stand out. Apart from being thinner and paler than Oswald's hand, there was no other difference. difference.

"How is it possible..." Oswald's expression became very complicated in an instant, and he couldn't tell whether he felt more relieved or more in disbelief, "I clearly saw—"

"See what?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.

To see your right hand wrapped in sand...

Oswald opened his mouth and swallowed the words again. He frowned and hesitated. Did he really see clearly in the tense situation before?Is it really just a matter of angle?

Still don't feel right...

But if it was really wrapped in sand, this right hand would have disappeared long ago, so how could it be so intact, without even a wound...

Oswald muttered in his heart, but forgot what he wanted to say. He stared at the right hand for a while, and then said in a daze: "Why is your hand so cold? ?”

"..." Kevin: "Are you worrying a little too much?"

Oswald was expressionless: "I think you probably need to go back to the academy and take etiquette classes again, such as learning how to talk to the emperor in order to live longer."

Kevin smiled very bachelorly: "It's a pity that His Majesty the Emperor is in prison with me. It's hard to say whether he can get out alive."

Oswald: "..."

He stared into Kevin's eyes for a while, then suddenly dropped the bastard's right paw, took out a round bone carving pendant hanging close to his neck, pressed a certain corner, and heard " "Click", the pendant split into two halves, with a hollow groove in the middle, and three black "little beetles" were placed in the groove.

"Xinsha..." Kevin said in surprise.

The cowhide bags hanging on their bodies were either lost or taken away. They never expected that this person left some things that could be used.

Oswald poured out one, crushed it without a word, and said to Kevin slowly: "The chance of getting out alive is probably a little higher than you expected, now you can think about it and go back." Learn manners."

Kevin: "..."

After he finished speaking, he went through it on his own, turned over all the places on his body that could be turned over, and rummaged through Kevin's clothes by the way, and finally found a metal ring on Kevin's waist button that was used as a buckle. He raised his head He said to Kevin who was very speechless: "Hold up your pants."

Kevin rolled his eyes: "...the trousers won't fall off even if you pull this ring, thank you for worrying."

Without saying a word, Oswald pulled the thin metal ring, twisted it out of a break with his bare hands, then straightened it, and poked it into the keyhole of the anklet to fiddle with it.

Kevin listened to the "click" of the keyhole with a complicated expression, and it came loose.

"When I was a young master, I became an emperor when I grew up. Tell me, where did you learn this skill?" Kevin poked his keyhole and sighed, "It's a good thing that the guards here don't Love wanders around in dungeons."

"But definitely guard the exit." Oswald said and wanted to poke the keyhole of the door again, when he heard a sudden gust of wind blowing in from the aisle, making a "huh" sound.

The two paused for a moment, then leaned back against the wall in the blink of an eye, tilting their heads and silently pretending to faint.