Kevin's expression was complicated, and his eyes were confused.

Osveld rarely saw this death-like look on his face, and couldn't help but glance at him and said, "What do you want me to do?" What's your expression? ”

"I'm old, my wings are stiff, and I've learned to use imperial power to oppress people." Kevin pretended to sigh.

Oswid's muscles jumped: "......"

He finally couldn't stand this bastard thing anymore, slapped the pen and the brown leather bag in his hand on Kevin's chest, and walked away without looking back.

It is not difficult to say that this battlefield is difficult to clean up, but it is not easy to say that it is simple.

The scattered weapons had all been picked up by the Ugin Iron Knights, and they were cleaned up in a concentrated manner, lined up with about thirty swords, more than a dozen short sabers, and piles of arrows.

Among them, Kevin's weapons are engraved with the lion head mark of the Golden Lion Country, which is easy to identify. The rest of the iron swords should have come from the previous intruders, but neither the simple iron swords with no decorative signs, nor the ordinary attire on the row of stone statues that could not be found when they fell into the crowd, could not provide Kevin with any information about the identity of the first batch of intruders.

So who will be the intruder? Was it sent by the Northern Emerald Empire? Or people from the small city-states of Thunder City? Is it also to deal with the petrification strange disease caused by the insect plague? Or is it something else?

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

After packing up all the weapons they could use, the Ugin Iron Horsemen did what Osvid had instructed them to gather together and set fire to the corpses of the tree spirits that were strewn all over the ground, so as not to cause any trouble.

As a result, they had barely moved before they screamed "ah".

"What's wrong?" Osvid didn't like these startled movements, and in this respect, Kevin was a perfect fit for his temperament, after all, Lord Fassbinder's mental quality could not be measured by ordinary people's standards.

The leader of the team of the Ugin Iron Rider raised his hand and pointed to the corpse of the tree spirit in front of him, and said to this side: "Your Majesty, the corpse of this monster has broken by itself. ”

Osvid frowned: "What do you mean broken?" ”

After inspecting a few empty houses, Kevin heard this sentence as soon as he walked around, and walked after Osvid: "What's wrong?" ”

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

Directly in front of his toes, the corpse of a dryad was curled up and lying there, and there was nothing wrong with the appearance.

"Your Majesty, do you see this tree spirit as anything special?" The team leader has relatively more contact with Ausvid on weekdays, and is not as afraid of him as others.

Osvid lowered his eyelids and glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze in disgust, and said, "It's very ugly." ”

Team Leader: "......"

His Majesty the Young and Handsome Emperor probably looks at himself too much on weekdays, and he has always been very insensitive to his appearance. He always believes that he is not a superficial person and will not be fooled by a beautiful face. But in fact, he is not very sensitive to looks just because his aesthetic starting point is a little high-

In his eyes, the good-looking people all stay at the level of "being a person", and the particularly prominent ones are at most mixed to the level of "can be seen", and the rest of the people are basically hovering between "not very good-looking" and "not even a person-like".

Because the overall span is not large, it gives the emperor the illusion that "he feels that he values connotation rather than appearance".

But this lying old tree spirit really challenged Osvid's aesthetic limits a bit, and he felt sorry for himself when he looked at it more.

The team leader coughed, pointed at the tree spirit with the tip of his sword and said, "Your Majesty, you are optimistic." ”

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

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the tree spirit, which had remained in 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 by, and the tree spirits were like dust in the forest, dispersed in the air.

"Ahem—" Osvid frowned, clenched his fist against his lips and coughed twice.

Compared to Kevin, who has been on the battlefield all year round, Osvid can be regarded as clean. Although he has had little contact with his relatives and elders since he was a child, and he is almost ignored in the old manor, he is still living as a young master on the whole, and with an obsessive-compulsive housekeeper like Ian who □□ every day, it is difficult for him not to pay attention to it.

He especially hates this kind of dusty thing, but from the previous sand ghost to the current tree branches, one or two like to grind their own corpses, which is simply harmful to others and not to themselves.

He snorted in disgust, raised his hand and waved it twice, swept away the dust and mist, and said, "What's going on?" ”

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

"Give me the sword." With a tense face, Osvid took the sword from the leader's hand and flicked it among the remaining dead leaves on the ground.

When the powder was gone, it was no different from the ordinary dead leaves that had piled up on the floor of a normal forest, glowing brown and black with a slight dampness.

The Ugin Iron Horsemen, who were in charge of clearing the battlefield, had all encountered such a situation - the corpses of the dryads had been left unfor a while, and then they had changed into what they had seen in Osvid.

It didn't take long for the ground to be covered with a thin layer of dead leaves, and the powder was lost in the dirt.

"I actually think that's what this place is supposed to be." Nick couldn't help but say.

When the crowd listened, they neither laughed nor retorted, for they felt the same way.

"The ashes of this thing are really a bit chic......" Dan thought about the half of the red fruit he had just eaten, maybe he didn't absorb this kind of thing, and his face suddenly turned even greener.

The little lion class pretended to be old and patted him, and said seriously: "It's all in your belly, don't think about it." ”

Dan: "......"

The one who is close to Zhu is red and the one who is close to the ink is black, he thinks that this kid has not learned anything else with the little white-faced commander, and he has learned to chat first, which is really good.

"What the hell are these branches......" Osvid asked in a low voice as he returned to the eaves, staring at the dead leaves from afar.

Kevin shrugged, looking like he didn't quite know that either. But after a pause, he still spoke: "You say...... What could it be that lives next to the cemetery? ”

Osveld thought for a moment and said, "Grave keeper? ”

Kevin didn't speak.

His beautiful black eyes were like a layer of organic glass under the reflection of the insect cyst fire, moist and translucent. Because of the slight drooping of his gaze, the thick eyelashes cast an arc-shaped shadow under the lower eyelid, which added an indescribable complex meaning to his gaze.

Osveld gave him a strange look, and wondered how this was as if he were going to die. He remembered that he had asked a question before, and this bastard seized the opportunity to block him from his back. You can't be fooled again this time, and it's stupid to ask him again.

Who knew that this time Kevin just looked at the dead leaves for a while, then turned his head and left, and had no intention of continuing to speak.

Osvid: "......"

The entire Golden Lion Kingdom probably belongs to His Excellency Fassbinder alone, who dares to leave the emperor there and leave by himself......

In front of this cavernous settlement, there is a winding path, which is also lined with trees and dense grass, and the first half of the road is lit by insect lights, but the second half of the road is devoid of this benefit.

From a distance, it turned from light to dark, and it was pitch black, and there was no end in sight. It was as if there was a huge black beast's mouth resting on the other side of the path, waiting for someone to walk in by themselves.

Kevin stood at the end of the winding path, staring at the darkness with his arms crossed for a moment, and then picked up a bug lamp on the side of the road. He was just about to take a step when he heard the rustling of footsteps on dead leaves behind him.

"You're going to go ahead and have a look?" Osvid's deep voice came from far and near.

Kevin turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "um", and nodded: "What?" Your Majesty wants to be together? ”

Osvid's face was still cold in the light of the insect lamp, and he was very handsome and aggressive because of the protruding eyebrow bones and deep eye sockets. He turned his head and raised his hand, as if to call the Ugin Iron Rider and the Behemothman with him.

"Nothing to call on." Kevin pressed his hand down and shook the insect lamp in his hand, "There's nothing wrong with the front, just see if there are any signs, it's enough to have lighting." ”

Osvid's shallow, almost transparent eyes narrowed slightly: "Anything is in your mouth......"

He sneered in his mouth, reached out and picked up a worm lamp on the side of the road, raised his chin, and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Kevin laughed and strode forward.

The bag wrapped in the insect lamp has been processed, and it looks strange and beautiful in the hand, and it is quite elastic with the rhythm of walking.

Osvid hadn't bothered to look at this thing closely, but now he couldn't help but bring the lamp to his eyes and scan it in a circle, "What is this thing made of?" ”

"The big intestine." Obviously can say casing, but Kevin chose such a word.

Osvid: "......"

He almost threw this filth in Kevin's face.

As soon as Kevin turned his head, he saw Osvid's unacceptably green face, and asked with the corners of his mouth curled, "Little Master has cleanliness again?" ”

I just know this bastard thing did it on purpose!

Osvid resisted the urge to throw the worm lamp out, turned his head with a handsome face, looked at Kevin who was side by side with him condescendingly, and smiled coldly: "You can also talk about it, Lord Fassbinder, have you ever seen a little young master who is a head taller than you?" ”

He already minded Kevin teasing him in a tone that favored his elders, and being called like this at this time was even more accurate. The last "small" word was bitten very hard by him.

Kevin pouted, "So what?" Except for the Behemoth, almost everyone who comes in front of you is more than a head shorter. ”

He walked as he spoke, and after a while, he stopped with a flicker of the insect lamp and sighed, "Ah, it's here." ”