The whole bedroom fell silent for an instant, and after about a century, Kevin was finally sure that the young emperor was so stunned that he couldn't even speak.

Although Osvid has been a bear since he was a child, thanks to the old butler Ian's obsessive-compulsive disorder, he is still very aristocratic in some aspects, such as "life can be given, face must not be lost" - even if the heart is turbulent, the sky is broken, and his face has to be tense, and he seems calm and calm. If you really can't hold it back, you just squint your eyes slightly, and the momentum and compulsion will come up at once.

It's a pity that this set is not very effective now, and he still didn't control it in the end, and his eyes widened a little wide.

Kevin rarely saw him look like a ghost, and thought it was quite interesting, so he couldn't help but owe another hand, knocked Osvid's chin with a dagger and said, "Scared? Aren't you full of guts and respect. ”

Osvid: "......"

After another century, he finally came back to his senses, squinted his eyes slightly, and whispered in an extremely restrained voice: "How can this be? ”

Kevin turned the dagger and raised his chin at him: "It's late, don't squint, the momentum can't be saved, don't pretend to be old and inactive if you're young." ”

Osvid, who didn't want to be lively at all, didn't bother to pay attention to Kevin's ridicule, and the topic was not taken away at all: "When did you find out that you have this ability?" ”

Kevin: "Forget, born to be like that." ”

"Born ......," Osvid muttered, his gaze swept over Ian's book of post-gods resting beside his bed, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Is it an atavism?" ”

The Erna tribe is known as the "relics of the gods" for a self-evident reason.

This continent has experienced the era of the old gods with bright stars, and after the fall of the gods, it has experienced a unique post-god era, and then after a hundred years of desolation, it has gradually formed its current pattern. In this long time, Erna has changed completely as a direct descendant of the legendary gods, and has not inherited any divine power.

But people always have some delusions: maybe one day there will be a few atavists.

This is a deep-rooted racial obsession, especially when it is violently suppressed by sand ghosts and kneeling for hundreds of years, this obsession is even stronger, and it is imperceptibly passed down from generation to generation.

Osvid's family environment when he was a child was relatively special, there were no parents and elders chattering in his ears, and the only old butler Ian who loved to talk to him liked to use the "Book of the Later Gods" as a requiem and eulogy, while he himself liked to read the "Divine Calendar" describing the era of the old gods as a bedtime story, so naturally he did not cultivate this obsession.

But Kevin's situation, except for "atavism", can't find any other more reasonable explanation.

"Atavism?" Kevin was stunned for a moment before he reacted, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe." ”

"You...... Can any wound heal like this? Osveld took a deep look at the skin of his wrist, "Wouldn't that be forever dead?" ”

Kevin shook his head: "Pretty much, but not quite." For now, as long as the heart is not nailed, it can be healed. ”

Oswid frowned: "What if it nails through the heart?" ”

"Of course, you'll kick your legs and break your breath."

"How do you know?" Osvid asked rhetorically, with a strange expression.

"......" Kevin wanted to slap his mouth.

"Since you've survived so far, you haven't been nailed through the heart—" Osveld's pale eyes fixed on him again, "So how do you know that?" ”

Kevin didn't think how to answer him for a while, and was about to give a reason when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Ian's voice sounded outside: "Young Master, the food has been delivered." ”

The question was interrupted, and Osvid gave an impatient "tsk" before saying, "Come in." ”

Several female officers rushed in with food, and also thoughtfully took a low table that could be rested on the bed.

While motioning to the female officer to put the food in order, Oswald sternly threatened Kevin: "If you dare to leak a little food crumbs on my bed, even someone will roll out with the quilt, wash it and come back." ”

Kevin took the spoon's hand and paused: "This is your bed?" ”

Osvid said angrily: "Otherwise? ”

"Where did you sleep after I lay down for three days and three nights?" Kevin's face was a little odd.

"Sleep a fart." Osvid rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I've been talking to Mio about the northwest garrison in front. Mankau was dead, and even if Sapir's old and immortal bedridden man could not have been indifferent to it. Besides, there are also strange things on the sand ghosts' side, how can they go back to hide from the rainy season with a silent help, and sit back and watch the income of the Northern Emerald Country? Demons will believe. ”

What he said was also what Kevin thought. It is impossible for sand ghosts to do unprofitable business, and they never talk about fair trade, and they have a lot of criminal records, which makes people have to guard against it. It's just that when the rainy season comes, the movement of the sand ghosts is greatly restricted, and all the advantages will turn into disadvantages. In such a situation, what other means can they use to harass other peoples?

Kevin didn't rest for long, he just shamelessly borrowed a nourishing meal, rolled back to the Bronze Army base camp, and returned the big bed to Osvid, who didn't have much rest.

The bronze barracks were a little deserted compared to previous years, and within two days of the start of the rainy season, some people's vacation period had already ended. Kevin learns from Osvid that Mio had returned to the desert frontier with a 10,000-strong defense force before he woke up, lest the sandghosts make a surprise attack.

Also sent out were the Red Iron Army, one of the three legions, who were stationed in the area of the Kra Chang River on the orders of Osvid, keeping a close eye on the movements of the Northern Emerald Country.

Kevin's return still caused a lot of commotion, and although the three legions had changed blood over the years, the reputation of the "youngest and most victorious legion commander" was so great that it was impossible to be forgotten so quickly.

Of course, it is impossible for him to commit suicide by cutting his wrists in public, and it is impossible to widely advertise that he is a unique plug-in. With Osvid's acquiescence and addition, he took out the nonsense that had fooled Mio before, refined it, blocked one by one, and quickly persuaded others other than Osvid.

Even the class that dug him out of the ground with his own hands was about to be brainwashed successfully.

"So, you still don't know who rescued you from the coffin and moved you to Andorha?" Ben asked Kevin as he drew his bow and aimed at the bull's-eye.

"yes, I don't know." Kevin was full of sympathy for the silly white sweet of the hereditary nature of the giant beastman race, and at the same time slapped Ben's wrist on the wrist: "A little to the left, it's a southwest wind today." ”

Ban howled: "Don't tell me about such complicated things in the south, east, west, and northwest, your brain is going to explode!" I've been in this position all morning, when can I release the arrow? Well? Can you adults talk a little bit about credit, and say okay for a while? I'm going to break my hand! ”

Kevin turned a deaf ear to his howl and turned his head to correct Angel's movements.

Angel is the white rabbit boy disguised as a spirit race. He had planned to leave the Ugin Hanging Palace and settle down in the town of St. Antis, just as he had originally promised. But on the morning of leaving, he met Osvid's little niece.

Her Royal Highness Sinya, who had just turned four, fell in love with Angel at a glance, grabbed his clothes and asked him to pretend to be a ghost and dance a big show, chased him around and had fun, and then refused to let Angel go.

Although Osvid was not very happy, he couldn't stand Sinia hugging his thighs and crying, so he had to ask people to carefully check Angel's background again, while pinching his nose and letting him stay.

In the rainy season, sunny days are hard to come by, and it is great to be able to last for half a day.

The heavy rain that had just stopped in the early morning did not hold back in the afternoon, and fell like a torrent.

"These insects are really tireless, and they don't hide from such heavy rain......" Kevin grumbled as he swept away the small flying insects that were about to fall on him. He ordered the endurance practice of archery to be replaced with horseback fighting in the rain, and hurried out of the camp gate and onto the ropeway.

Ben stayed to train with the Bronze, and Angel was behind him like a little tail - Kevin was going to the palace to find Ausvid, and he was calling for Sinia.

"Your Excellency is here? The young master is waiting for you in the study. Ian never changed his name, so he simply stopped struggling and kept calling young master and young master. Osvid didn't care about that, so he let him go.

"Okay, I'll go over now. Oh my God, it's raining and these bugs are all in the hallway. Kevin frowned and waved a few times.

A group of black worms the size of sesame seeds were scattered by him, and after a few circles, they approached tirelessly, and they hated it very much.

There are usually not so many such flying insects, but this year they have somehow suddenly flooded and almost became a disaster.

Mio's daily letters always contain exaggerated complaints, such as "There are so many flying insects in the military tent that they can lift me up", "I casually crushed the insects to death when I slept last night". The Red Iron Army in the area of the Kra Changhe River was even more miserable, where the humidity was the heaviest, and there were only a lot more insects and ants.

Although this little black worm flies silently, it is not as noisy as the hard-billed mosquito and the like, but it is also a master who can bite, and a small rash will be caused by a bite, which is hot and itchy, and very uncomfortable.

"Yes, this is much more difficult than the hard-billed mosquito, and the anthelmintic medicine that was laid out two days ago did not do much for them." Ian replied, and then instructed the other chamberlains to sprinkle the powder in the corner of the corridor, trying to make these damn bugs less.

Almost everyone has been bitten, even Auswald, after all, insects don't care if you're an emperor or not.

Kevin is relatively better, he has also been bitten, but he has a strange self-healing power around his body, those rashes always start to disappear as soon as they appear, and they disappear in the blink of an eye, and naturally they will not itch to death.

He walked around the chamberlain, who had spread the powder, and walked towards the study. Angel paused slightly, and nodded his eyebrows and lips at the flying insects in the sky, which was the usual prayer of those who believed in the gods of the after-gods.

"Praying that the bugs don't bite people is not as fast as slapping them to death." Kevin said in passing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a few screams from the other side of the study, which made his eyebrows skip a beat: "What's wrong?!" ”