38 Chapter 38
Chapter 38
In the past few days, a large number of refugees from other places have poured into the borders of the Golden Lion Country. Mainly from the northwest, the Emerald Country, Leiyin City, and Peida City all account for a large proportion, and some of them are stateless people who live between the borders of various countries, among which there are many from the land of glass.
There is only one main purpose - to seek holy water.
Of the three water sacs that were brought out of the tomb of Phae, one of the water bladders was poured into the Suser River by Osvid, and the other two water sacs, one was given to the Behemoth Terran, along with some of the other insect equipment, for Dan to bring back, and the other Osvid planned to keep just in case.
"How did they come here, the military report sent back by the Red Iron Army stationed in the area of the Kra Changhe River didn't even have time to mention them." Osvid asked in a deep voice.
"Some of them came from the Ghost Moon Forest, and the rest are said to have gone farther, they don't know the purpose of the Red Iron Army's garrison, so they don't dare to rush over from the side of the Kra Changhe." Peter replied, "St. Antis is so well guarded that there are only a handful of people who can touch it." More on the one in Kotoha City. β
Standing on the city walls, Ausvid could see the neat streets of St. Antis in the distance, and some of the bazaars had begun to come alive again, and the main streets were bustling with people coming and going, and gradually returning to their former life.
He could vaguely see that at the corners of the streets, and even at the edge of the altar in the central square, there were some people squatting or sitting in ragged clothes, carrying large and small packages, men and women, old and young. Some even dragged their families over, and there were several children gathered around them.
"The Carat River goes around a little farther away, except for the Ghost Moon Forest, which is Eagle Mountain." Osvid said, "There are many fierce beasts in the Ghost Moon Forest, and there is also a living mountain pass in the Eagle Mountain vein, any place that comes over can give away half a life for ordinary people." β
Peter nodded: "So most of those refugees are gravely petrified, and I have seen a few old people and children who have been carried over by their families." The worst thing is a woman, her husband's head is a little taller than I may be, plus that tendon meat, the weight can be imagined, the whole body is so sand-stone that nothing else can move except for the face. She had come from the Ghost Moon Forest on her back. β
Peter sighed for a while as if he were not the one who usually walked up the street with a straight face.
Osveld pondered for a moment, then gave an order.
The next day, on the outskirts of each town, simple cloth tents were used to build refugee settlements and set up water distribution platforms. All refugees who have escaped have to go through the depot to register their names and origins, and then go to the water distribution station to receive a drink.
So this group of people stayed for a while.
The news that the Golden Lion has holy water spread far and wide, and soon attracted more people from other countries. The turnover is so obvious that it's hard not to get noticed. The kings of the two large city-states of Leiyin City and Peida City, as well as some of the smaller city-states around them, simply sent someone to deliver the letter and set off in person.
Only the Northern Emerald Kingdom can't pull face, old Sapir is said to be still in bed, he is suspicious, he doesn't like to be too close to others when he is sick, he only trusts his son, so all instructions are conveyed through his youngest son Both.
He couldn't see the situation outside in person, and Bot was an arrogant idiot, and after a series of orders, the entire Northern Emerald Kingdom was even more chaotic.
Sapir was very incomprehensible to the fact that some people had fled to the Golden Lion Kingdom to survive, and felt that this was a betrayal of the country, which he could not tolerate in an extreme way. So in a fit of rage, he imposed a ban on the country, ordering all borders across the country to be blocked, and all people were forbidden to cross the line.
When Osvid heard this, he ordered the spirit points of the Red Iron Army stationed in the Kra Changhe River to follow this trend, and it was impossible to prevent Qisapir from going crazy and biting.
Just when these large and small countries were in chaos, Kevin, who had been confined to his dormitory for many days, also had a problem.
That afternoon, the rain outside did not stop, and occasionally there were explosions and thunders, and I was very unstable at first glance. Osvid kept his left eyelid throbbing while he was in the antechamber, always feeling that something was going to happen, and he hurried to the inner courtyard after dealing with the refugees.
As he walked down the hallway, a scream from Cynya rang out from Kevin's house, and Osveld skipped his head and strode over.
In the room, the little girl hugged Kevin's arm, crying with tears on her face, and wailing.
Kevin is very good at dealing with bear children, and he is very good at dealing with this kind of soft little girl. With a big expression, he patted her hairy head while comforting her with a smile: "Eh-what are you crying about, don't cry, you are ashamed of my snot in one hand?" Well? I didn't cry with blood on my hands, but you howled first. β
In just a few days, the little girl developed a deep affection for him, and the degree of intimacy was probably second only to her black-faced uncle.
Comforted by this bastard's indiscriminate manner, Sinia not only did not stop, but howled even more.
The arm that Kevin was holding was already a blur of flesh and blood, and he couldn't see it below the elbow, and the flesh of his fingers had been lost and only bones remained, like a slender chicken claw.
Afraid that she would be even more frightened by looking at it a few more times, Kevin simply covered her eyes.
The little girl struggled to reveal one eye and tried to grab Kevin's arm, afraid to touch his wound. In a hurry, she cried so much that she was the one who broke an arm.
"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, I'll tease you." Kevin's voice was still a little funny, and his fingers like chicken claws flexed and stretched a few times, making a slight bone collision sound, as if this would speed up the blood flow and heal as soon as possible.
After a few moments, however, his brow finally furrowedβnot only did the hand show no signs of starting to heal, but even the hand that was covering Cinya's eyes was not quite right, and several small cuts were cracked from the elbow.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to play with someone else, little girl......" Kevin withdrew his hand from holding her.
When he raised it to the side, the hand was also dripping with blood, and the flesh was gone.
That's what Osvid saw as soon as he entered the door.
"What's going on?!" Kevin heard him ask in a tight voice.
"It's just in time, hurry up, take this girl away, the snot is about to run to my bones." As soon as he saw someone come to help, Kevin's bastard breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he actually joked, "My blood is enough to give her a bath, and I'm not happy to let her stay away." β
"Let go." Osvid, no matter who he spoiled, was still very intimidating when he had a straight face, and he reached out to hug Sinia and wiped her tears.
As soon as the little girl opened her eyes, she met her uncle with a black face: "......"
She flattened her mouth and sobbed, and let go of her hand in a daze.
Kevin: "......"
Osveld carried her to the door in three or two steps, handed it to the female officer who had been recruited, and turned to go back to the room.
"Law...... Won't the puja die? Sinia asked, tugging at his sleeve and whimpering.
"Law?" Osveld was in a hurry, and he didn't react for a while. Sinia is generally called only by the first syllable of the name, and the surname is called for the first time.
He was stunned for a moment, and was about to drive people away, when he heard Kevin in the room raise his voice and reply: "Borrow your auspicious words." β
Osvid: The bastard ...... is starting to speak again.
"It hurtsβforget it." Osveld felt that he was probably a little unclear in his brain, and he subconsciously wanted to ask nonsense like "does it hurt", but his hands were gone, could it not hurt? But when asked, this person will definitely wave his hand and say: "Tickling is just that." β
"Shut the door." Kevin hung his hands like chicken paws and said to Osvid, "Don't scare the guards outside the door. β
Osvid closed the door with his hands behind his back, then double-clicked in the pocket of his coat close to his chest, and found a key in a hidden compartment.
"Isn't the keyhole blocked...... Kevin didn't react.
He blinked, and watched as Osvid walked up to him with a stinky face, his brow furrowed and his head bowed, his hands hanging as if he wanted to touch but didn't know where to start.
"It's not easy for me to scare the emperor so much that his hands tremble." Kevin teased again, stretched out his two hands in front of Osvid, moved his white bones as if to scare him, and asked, "Do you look like gnawing clean chicken feet?" If you want to touch it, you can touch it, this bone really doesn't feel anything. β
"......" still had the heart to make such a joke at such a time, and Osvid gave him a blank look.
He carefully gripped Kevin's hand bones, then turned the chain on his hand, bypassed the blocked keyhole, flipped the lock over, revealing a more hidden hole underneath, and inserted the key in his hand.
There was a "click", and the handcuffs opened in response.
It wasn't until he opened the other handcuff with the same caution that Kevin exclaimed in amazement, "You've spent all your brains on this thing, haven't you?" β
Osveld was afraid that the handcuffs would rub against his phalanges again, so he closed the situation and set it aside. He didn't answer Kevin's words, just stared at his hands and asked, "Didn't there be no more wounds in the first two days?" What's going on today? β
In the past two days, Kevin's body has not appeared in any wounds, big or small, and Osvid even thought that he had fully recovered, and planned to lift the ban on him today, but now this situation has appeared again.
Kevin shrugged his shoulders and shook his head and said, "I don't know either, I was telling a story to your little girl, and suddenly it became like this." β
"Why hasn't it healed yet?" Osvid frowned, staring intently at Kevin's hands, barely blinking, looking very closely, as if trying to see every slight change.
"I don't think it will heal for a while." Kevin tried to move the tips of his fingers, but found that he was even more sluggish than before, almost uncontrollable, "It's been a while since now, and in normal times, the skin and flesh should have grown at least half." β
"Has this happened before?"
Kevin thought about it for a while, waved his hand and said, "How many years have I lived, how can I remember it so clearly, probably yes." β
As soon as Osvid heard him say such ambiguous words as "maybe", "probably", "probably", his anger rose upward. It's as if he doesn't care not only about pain, but also doesn't even care about life or death.
If you can live, you will live, and if you are stabbed in the heart or encounter some other danger one day, you will die. Osvid even felt that Kevin's psychology was completely contrary to ordinary people, as if the physical body was not an important thing in his eyes at all, and he didn't know if it was because he had lived too long and felt that it was enough, or for some other reason.
But whatever the reason, this attitude seemed infuriating to Ausveld.
"You don't care about your own body at all?!" Oswid couldn't help but ask coldly, "Is there any solution?" Since you've lived so long, what can you do?! β
Kevin looked at him in surprise, "Why did you blow up all of a sudden?" β
Osvid: "You! β
He choked on a word, looking like he was so angry that he didn't know what to say, he stared at Kevin coldly for a while, and then couldn't help but bow his head and wipe his face, and said firmly: "Forget it, you just think about whether there is a way to deal with it, what you need or who you need, I can send someone to find it." β
Kevin stared at his half-drooping eyelids for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "If I'm not mistaken...... You were teased when you were a child, and a few times you said that when you grow up and see me again, you must make me laugh and cry and go back. Why did you change sex now, and you were willing to run errands for me? β
With a pair of finger bones left, he barely straightened out most of his blood-soaked clothes, and said, "I found that I really can't understand the thoughts of the little ghost, how much difference can I have when I was a child and when I grow up......"
"......" Osvid saw that he was starting to talk nonsense, and he couldn't get out for no reason, so he had to raise his eyelids and block him: "Don't be difficult for your bald chicken paws, as if you can still wear this dress after you finish it." β
Seeing that he finally had a mean mind, Kevin said, "This is your usual style." β
Osvid: "......"
"Don't look at me with a brick face," Kevin finished speaking, seeing that Osvid's face was even more stinky, and he said with a smile again: "After being buried underground for so many years, I can cheat the corpse, this bit of broken skin and rotten flesh is nothing." I've probably had this situation before, and it's always going to be okay in the end anyway, so I didn't care. I probably haven't explained to you that wound healing can be affected by many factors. β
Osveld raised his eyes when he heard this: "What factor? β
Kevin raised his hand and gestured out the window: "For example, the environment, such as the weather, than-"
"You can talk as you speak, can you not gesture with your two paws?" Osvid stared at his fingers for a long time with an indescribable expression, worried that the joints were not tightly connected enough, and that if he moved two more times, those joints would fall off one by one.
"Tsk-" Kevin squinted at him, "why are you in such trouble?" I don't feel my fingers a little bit anymore, but I can stay flexible with two movements, do you have an opinion? β
Osvid said coldly: "Yes." β
Kevin: "Hold back." β
As if he had suddenly remembered something, he chuckled narrowly, raised his hand and scratched the tip of his index finger on Osvid's chin: "Or ...... Are you actually afraid of this kind of thing? Your Majesty the Handsome and Mighty Emperor, have you ever been scared to cry by ghost stories when you were a child? β
The feeling of the tip of the bone cutting through the skin is a little uncomfortable.
Osvid raised his hand and wanted to slap his claws away, but when he got closer, he was afraid that the ghost's claws would be slapped apart, so he hurriedly paused and replied angrily: "Let your fart and spread rumors when you open your mouth." I haven't shed a tear for as long as I can remember, take it back in my hand! β
Kevin was addicted, raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand, and continued to point out the window with those paws, "What did you say just now?" I forgot about it when you interrupted me. Oh! The weather, but also the seasons. Spring and autumn days heal faster, and you see that the trees and fruits outside also grow faster, a truth. In winter, it is too cold, and the bleeding is easy to stop, but the wound is easy to freeze, and if it is broken, you have to manually cut off a little by yourself, which is very troublesome. As for summers like now, the temperature is high, the humidity is heavy, and the meat is easy to rot when left dry, and by the way, it will attract some wormsβ"
He was reliable in the front, but when he started the analogy in the back, it became more and more unpleasant, and he listened to Oswald's eyebrows beating but he always accidentally followed his words to make up for it, and after making up two paragraphs, he couldn't help but interrupt: "Okay, I know, if you continue to describe it, I'll gag your mouth." Healing is influenced by external factors...... You're not making it up? β
Kevin put away his joking expression slightly and shook his finger: "I'm serious with you." β
After he finished speaking, he also took the initiative to say: "Although your kid finally found out that he had unhandcuffed me, I probably still have to nest in the house for the past two days, otherwise I can scare a group by going out for a walk." β
Osvid wished he hadn't gone out for a bounce, so naturally he had no objections.
Kevin thought for a while, and there was nothing more to explain, so he waved his hand to drive away: "What are you doing here, what should you do." β
Osvid had never seen an injured person so alive waving his skeleton in his life, and for a moment he didn't know what attitude to treat him, and he hesitated and didn't want to leave. He swept around his head and asked, "Are you sure you don't have anything you need?" β
"Probably not, oh yesβ" The old man glanced at his rag-like bloody clothes, raised his chin and ordered, "Get a bucket of water, I'll take a bath." β
Oswid: ".........................................."
Have you ever seen a man with both arms rotten standing straight in front of you and asking for a bath?
No.
Usually both arms are rotten like this, and you should faint if you don't die.
Osvid almost wanted to scold, but when he saw Kevin's invulnerable appearance, he instantly smothered and said angrily: "You still take a shower like this?" Two claws can draw a few strokes on the body to hook out the flesh, and endure it for a day to die? β
Kevin looked like he was alive: "I heard that you are the one who has a habit of cleanliness, little master." β
"I'm on vacation today for uncleanness! You are the blood that rolls in a bed, I can bear it, it is just a blink of an eye to let people change to a new set, you just stay honest. Osveld said.
Kevin clamped the corners of his clothes and trembled: "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, or I'll change with you, and you can try it all night with a bloody body?" β
He was only wearing a slim thin shirt, but at this time he was soaked in blood and almost stuck to his body, and his waist and abdomen were all stretched, and the lines of thin muscles could be faintly seen. If you think about it, it really doesn't feel good.
Osvid relented: "Your arm can't get wet, so let's have someone prepare water, and you wipe your body with a towel dipped in water, change your clothes, and spend the night first." β
"Okay." Kevin readily agreed.
Osvid told Kevin to take shelter in the room, and then summoned a few quick chamberlains, and replaced all the blood-stained things on the bed, and even wiped the floor clean.
The hot water was almost ready-made, and the chamberlain set the temperature and brought it into the room.
"I'll just come later, you guys go out." Osveld took the towel, blasted everyone out, and closed the door again.
Those chamberlains are all well-behaved, they don't look at what they shouldn't see, and they never say anything they shouldn't say. So Kevin stayed in this house for a few days, and out of this hallway, no one knew.
Kevin heard the door knock and came out of the room, and said as he walked over, "Put the towel here, you are busy with your go." β
Osvid ignored him at all, only soaked the towel in hot water at just the right temperature, and without raising his head, he threw a sentence at Kevin: "Take off that rag." β
Kevin: "......"
"If you wipe your body, you won't be able to control the emperor." Kevin laughed dryly, raised his hand and waved, coaxing him to get him out.
As a result, Osvid did not retreat but advanced, and was already standing in front of him, carrying a towel with a little heat in one hand, and sneered: "At this time, you know that I am the emperor again?" β
"I'm not used to-" Kevin's dry words were blocked back by Osvid before he could finish his dry words.
"You didn't take a bath for a few days when you were asleep, why didn't I see you have any opinions? I see you're quite used to Emperor Lao's drive. Oswald said, picked his chin, and said with the advantage of his size: "You have two arms less than your skills now, and you don't have to struggle with strength, didn't you just shout that you can't stand the blood?" Can you stand it again? β
Kevin: "......"
He rolled his eyes silently, and said in his heart that it was against you, and he was about to kick the emperor out of the door when he raised his foot, but the emperor's eyes quickly suppressed his movements: "You don't find a chance to beat me for a day, don't you?" β
Osvid said: "Tsk - I'll only help you wipe the blood on your back, and you can hook the front one with your claws." β
Extraordinary times are not the case. Although Kevin is not used to being so close to people, whether he is a god or a human, after all, the claws are inconvenient, and the part behind him is really not hooked. So he snorted, retracted his feet angrily, and said, "Okay." β
Once the negotiation is agreed, Kevin becomes very crisp. His claws were quite sharp, and he peeled off the bloody clothes in three or two strokes, revealing a thin but not thin upper body.
His shoulders, back, chest and abdomen are covered with beautiful muscles, a thin layer, not sloppy, but every bit is just right. This look is not deliberately practiced, but condensed in years of actual combat.
Kevin saw Osveld reheat the half-cool towel with his eyes down, and his eyelids swept behind him.
Despite his mental preparation, he felt goosebumps crawl down his neck and down his temples as the hot towel and the other person's fingers touched his back.
I don't know why, but the atmosphere in the room suddenly became very weird.
Kevin, who had been frank before, and Osvid, who was sharp-tongued, suddenly had nothing to say.
There was hardly any sound in the room for a while, except for the sound of the two of them breathing out of sync, and the sound of wet water from the towel touching their bodies.
Kevin's problem is with his two arms, and the location of the flesh and blood is basically distributed on the chest, especially on the waist and abdomen.
With no arm to draw on, Osveld had to rest his hands on Kevin's neck and shoulders, four hands hanging over his shoulder bones, and his thumb pressed against the back of his neck.
The soft texture of the towel rubbed down the muscles of the shoulders and back, and finally concentrated on the side ribs to the lower back, grinding the blood there one by one. And the thumb pressed on the back of the neck also rubbed the skin slightly.
For a moment, Kevin felt very strange, he felt that all the sense of touch in his body was gone, and only the small piece of skin on the back of his neck and the back of his waist were still felt. Tell him clearly what kind of texture the towel is, and ...... Osveld's thumb had a thin layer of calluses, somewhat rough.
I don't know why, the towel behind my waist suddenly stopped after wiping it for a while, and the thumb on the back of my neck slowly rubbed it twice......
"Almost." Kevin suddenly turned his head and glanced at Osvid, and when he saw that he was stunned for a moment, he simply took the towel in his hand and said, "Just a little blood stain is washed so slowly, and when you finish wiping it all, the sky should be bright." β
He habitually sneered, then took two steps behind Osvid, raised his foot and kicked it lightly, and raised his chin at the door, "You can go." β
Osvid was kicked lightly in the calf, and then he reacted, he followed Kevin's strength and took two steps forward, glanced back at Kevin, and said lazily: "Throw it away when you run out, you're really welcome, Lord Fassbinder." β
Kevin walked over and re-soaked the towel, wiping the blood stains on his chest and side while lifting his eyelids and saying, "I've always been like this, you know it on the first day?" β
Osvid snorted through his nose: "I know you're not a thing, but I don't know you're not a thing." β
"Get out of here." Kevin scolded angrily, and picked up something from the side that he didn't know what it was, and casually threw it towards the door. After throwing it, he didn't see if it hit the back of His Majesty the Emperor's honorable head, so he lowered his head and wiped his body.
As Osvid stepped out the door, Kevin's toss flew past his face and landed on the ground a little ahead. Osvid covered the door with his backhand, took two steps to pick up the thing, and instantly turned green.
It was a boot.
Two seconds later, the emperor's angry shout vaguely sounded outside the door: "You actually threw me with your boots, don't you want to live anymore?!" β
His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was still very arrogant on this day, but he couldn't be proud the next day, because after a night's sleep, his two bony ghost claws were finally completely unconscious and uncontrollable.
He couldn't even sit up on the bed, his two skeletal arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.
Kevin: "......"
Fortunately, since he was confined here, His Majesty the Dear Emperor has developed the habit of running here every morning and dusk according to the rule of three meals, which made Kevin once think that the place where he lived was not a dormitory, but a roll call report hall.
The chickens didn't have the time to be on his feet.
So when Osveld pushed the door in early in the morning, Kevin, who was paralyzed in bed, put all the strange feelings of last night behind him, and he nodded at Osveld with rare kindness: "Morning, Your Majesty." β
Osvid didn't notice the problem at first, leaned against the door and crossed his arms and said, "It's the first time in my life that I've seen someone lying on the bed and greeting someone. β
Kevin rolled his eyes, "Didn't you see that?" β
"How long are you going to rely on? Breakfast was ready for them, and they were going to bring it over. Oswig asked.
Kevin: "...... Come do me a favor. β
It was unprecedented, and Osvid raised his eyebrows and said with a new look: "What's the matter, say." β
"I probably can't get up, my hands don't feel it, you help me to sit up." Kevin said.
Osvid: "......"
He was almost stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up straight, strode to the side of the bed and bent down to look at Kevin's finger bones: "What do you mean I don't feel anything?" β
"Didn't move one night, rusty." Kevin came up with a very reasonable explanation, "Stop talking nonsense, get me up." β
Instead of sneering at him, Osveld frowned, held his head and sat him up.
"Okay, okay, just lean on the head of the bed, I'm okay elsewhere." Kevin said.
"Waist forward." Osvid said, shoving a pillow behind Kevin so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, the breakfast for His Excellency the Commander is ready." The chamberlain outside the door reminded in a low voice.
Instead of letting the chamberlain in, Osvid went and brought the plate himself and placed it on the bedside table.
Kevin: "......"
Osvid: "......"
The two looked at each other for a while, and Osvid finally couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and said, "It seems that Your Excellency can't do it yourself." β
Kevin silently glanced at the plate full of hearty food, and then at Osvid, only to think that this bastard had four big words written on his face, "I like to hear it." Obviously, this product is very keen to see people succumb.
"You're glad I didn't follow you as a kid and become an earth-shattering bastard. Otherwiseβ" Osvid said nonchalantly, "it must be at such a time when you put the food to your mouth and say, 'If you want to eat, please me.'" β
Kevin: "...... Are you out of the blue? β
There are people who still owe so much, there are probably not a few in the whole world, and even the emperor can't help but marvel at him.
Osvid smiled inwardly and his face was tight, and with a condescending and noble face, he brought the food on the tray to Kevin's mouth one by one.
The one who was served was not conscious at all, and commanded very calmly:
"Shrimp soup, two bites."
"Give a sweet fruit."
"A bite of rye bread."
"Don't do this."
Osveld stared at the two puran leaves on the silver fork: "...... You've lived for so many years and you're still a picky eater, okay? β
Kevin didn't understand: "How long you live is directly related to whether you eat this thing or not?" β
Osvid: "To be reasonable, you need to eat a little more." β
Kevin sneered, not caring: "The skin of my two arms hasn't been sealed yet, and the blood has just been replenished on them, and the breach should have flowed here, are you stupid?" β
"What kind of crooked reasoning are you?" Osvid was furious when he saw him like this.
In any case, the great and handsome former god of light and current commander was extremely disgusted with Puran leaves, and he described it this way: "The smell of this thing always reminds me of the green soft worms that nest deep in the soil of the dense forests of Amdoha." β
Osvid: "......"
After listening to this nonsense, he felt that this morning's breakfast could be completely saved, and he probably wouldn't feel hungry.
"Your Majesty, your face is also quite ugly, or you should make up for it." Kevin dragged the syllables and spoke very obscenely.
Who the hell is it because of the fucking ugly face?! Osvid glared at him fiercely, and then ate the two puran leaves that had been lying for a long time with a green face.
"There are also two stone fruits on the Songta fish fillet, so you can solve it." Kevin was very embarrassed and said, "Just fork the fish fillet for me." β
Osvid: "......"
At the end of breakfast, all the things on the plate that Kevin was not happy to eat went into Osvid's stomach, and His Majesty the Emperor, who had no appetite, poured an ear of cyan soft worms and flying pulp spiders, and left with a belly of vegetable leaves and fruits, with a black face.
Before leaving, I had to help Uncle Kevin take away the dinner plate and turn the pages.
Fortunately, the days of this mental and physical double torture did not last long, as Kevin himself said: "No matter how scary the injury is, there will always be a time when it will be better, and there is nothing to worry about." β
When he was paralyzed, the emperor changed his tricks and mixed all kinds of things that nourish blood, flesh and bones into the food of three meals a day, and even coaxed and threatened to stuff it into his mouth, and had to help solve the problems he didn't eat, which was very hard.
But the hard work still worked, and Kevin's complexion improved at a visible rate in the past few days, and after three days, his two arms finally began to grow flesh at a slow rate.
And in these three short days, other things have also changed a little -
The Northern Emerald Kingdom has become chaotic because of Sapir's feudal decree, and while the petrification disease is spreading, I don't know who has listened to some witchcraft rumors in the evil books, believing that the blood of babies is the purest thing in the world, and can deal with this strange petrification disease.
Once such rumors spread, the consequences were unimaginable, and Sapir, a madman, was forced to do something more out of the ordinary, and the Golden Lion Country, which was close to the Northern Emerald Country and had a long-standing grudge with Sapir, had to prepare.
At the same time, the kings of the visiting city-states made an agreement with Ausvid that on the one hand, the Golden Lion State would provide enough drinking water to relieve the petrified plague, and on the other hand, the city-states and the Golden Lion State formed an alliance to encompass the Northern Emerald State, which had been the dominant country for 700 years.
It seems that the situation is not too gloomy. Compared with the Golden Lion Country, which has allies and the people are happy, the situation of the Northern Emerald Kingdom, which is surrounded by internal and external difficulties, seems to be a little more embarrassing.
But Auswid was extra cautious. Although he is not from the Behemoths, he sometimes has a bit of a so-called "beast intuition", and he always feels that things are not as smooth as they think......
He vaguely felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
It has been raining for a long time in the past few days, and every morning it is almost a hot and dry sunny day, and it is not until almost evening that a wave of thunderstorms rolls violently, and the flickering thunder and lightning reflect the whole town and even half of the continent in the light and dark, vaguely giving people a sense of instability.
The day Kevin started to grow flesh, not even the evening thunderstorm fell.
And this thunderstorm is always very capricious, and it stops for many days.
After Kevin's two arms were restored, he moved back to the base camp of the Bronze Army from the inner courtyard of the Hanging Palace, and took the soldiers in the camp and the little lion squad to practice day by day.
Half a month later, an urgent message from the Priest's Court finally reached Osvid's desk, with only one line on it: "The rainy season has ended early, and there is a very strange situation in the western desert, please move to the observatory and come and see for yourself." β
When he received this urgent report, Kevin happened to come over to make a routine report, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was dragged by Osvid onto a vulture and along the long iron ropeway, only to the observatory at the highest point of the Seminary.
As soon as they entered, the two of them were stunned by the scene inside-
The old priest, who had been in charge of the main business, was running along the edge of the observatory with his feet in a messy manner, and at the same time he could not say two words, and his voice would suddenly increase in size, as if he were crazy.
The two young priests tried to stop him, but they failed, and they were very embarrassed.
"What's going on? Let me come, just show me this kind of thing? Osveld wasn't sure for a moment what the situation was.
One of the young priests said, "No, no, Your Majesty, after Priest Mowgli sent you an urgent report, he was lying on the side of the observatory and didn't know what he saw again, and suddenly he became like this. β
"Which side?" Osveld asked with a frown.
"Here." The young priest pointed to a black water platform on the edge of the side facing the cliff, "This one in the south, but we came over and saw nothing." β
On the observatory of the Shenguanyuan, there is a black stone water platform in the southeast, south, and northwest, and there are dark cracks at the bottom of the water platform. Some of the cracks are intertwined with golden dots, some large and some small, dense and staggered. From afar, it looks like the most complex starry sky.
Osvid leaned over to the southern water platform and looked inside, and found that it was calm and uneventful, and there were no visions.
He frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "What strange situation did the old priest give me in his urgent report?" β
The young priest pointed to the water platform to the west and said, "It's here, the signs are still there, but it's very faint." β
Osveld strode over and bent down to look, and saw that at the bottom of the blackstone water platform, in the upper right corner, there was a faint circle of patterns that seemed to be gathering dust, slowly being diluted by the water.
"What kind of pattern is this?" Osvid vaguely felt that it was a bit like a human face, but because it was so faint and a little distorted, it was not easy to recognize.
The priest pointed to a certain condensation point in the pattern and said, "This was originally a circular totem, but now I can't see it clearly." β
"What totem?" Osvid asked.
The priest said: "The immortal bird, Your Majesty, is the immortal bird that symbolizes the god of light, Fae. β
Kevin looked up sharply: "...... How so? β