Kevin: "......"

Osvid didn't hear his response, turned his head and glanced at him again, "What, do you think my idea is ridiculous?" ”

Kevin laughed dryly: "...... No no. ”

"Although it may seem that God's time has passed, in fact things related to God have been emerging." Osvid casually pointed to the observatory of the Priesthood that was thrown in the distance, "Let's not talk about the priests, they are born to know things that ordinary people don't know, can see scenes that ordinary people can't see, and can even predict some future events and the rise and fall of the country, which are obviously left over from the time of God." The same is true of the Elvens, although their witchcraft is more derived from acquired abilities, but the part of the talent is obviously also derived from the legacy of the gods, although they belong to the collateral lineage. ”

He rarely said a few more words, and Kevin couldn't help but turn his head to look at him: "Are you trying to prove that the traces of God are still there?" ”

Oswid paused, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's not just proof...... If it was Phae, I hope he still exists. ”

Osvid's perception of the Old Gods has always been better than the Old Gods, and Kevin feels something. He also has a much better opinion of Phae than any other god, and Kevin knows it, but he doesn't quite understand why.

In the past, when he was the god of light, he didn't care much about these things, but later he became an ordinary person, so he didn't care about other people's evaluations and thoughts. But now, with his elbows resting on the iron railings of the tower, his chin loosely supported by his crooked fingers, he looked at Osveld for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Why?" ”

Osveld was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

Kevin said, "Why do you like Phae? Because he is the god of light? ”

The arrogant and awkward emperor seemed to be very unaccustomed to discussing his preferences for a certain person so bluntly, to be precise, he was not used to easily using the word "like" to evaluate anyone, but when Kevin asked him so coldly, he didn't know how to refute the word, and he didn't know what more appropriate words to use instead.

So he only bypassed the word lightly, replaced himself in his mind, and then replied: "There is no reason, is there a reason to see who is pleasing to the eye or who is not pleasing to the eye?" All I know about Phae comes from the Divine Calendar, and there are so many late additions to even books like that strictly speaking, that what I see is probably not the most real picture of Phae, or just one of his partial representations. But at least—"

He slowed down as he spoke, and raised his eyes to look at the panoramic view of the imperial city of St. Antis: "When I was very young, at least when I saw the stories related to Phae, I felt that one day I could become strong enough and omnipotent. So I hope that such a courageous deity will last a little longer. ”

Kevin was stunned for a moment, and finally couldn't help but cry and ask, "Why do you live longer?" Let more people be as brave as you, and be brave enough to look around for fights? ”

Osvid glanced at him angrily, and said, "Then the premise is that you have to meet someone like you, otherwise this kind of potential for fighting will generally not be stimulated." Besides, I didn't say that I wanted him to live as a god of light for so long, according to the aftermath of the divine calendar, after the death of the gods, it may be the beginning of another new life, and they may become any ordinary people in this world, or they may choose to sleep forever and never open their eyes. I hope he can become the former, and as an ordinary person, he can feel the world created by them - tsk, what kind of eyes are you? ”

Kevin finally couldn't help laughing, he patted Osveld on the shoulder, and said, "You have a tense face all day long, looking like everyone owes you a treasury, I didn't expect it to be quite emotional." ”

"You don't have an itchy mouth if you don't squeeze me two sentences a day?" The young emperor condescendingly threw him a squint.

"Have you been listening to what Dorne has to say? He said that the scene that Priest Mowgli had seen was that there were countless corpses at the feet of the man who appeared to be Fae. Kevin said, "You're writing a mood essay here now, aren't you afraid to look back and find that the real Fae has subverted all your cognition?" ”

Osveld frowned slightly.

What he cared about the most in Dorne's words just now was actually this, there were countless corpses at Fae'er's feet, and there were still blood stains on his body, and his appearance was closely related to the fate of the Golden Lion Country...... According to the logic of ordinary people, this is almost a faint implication that the reappearance of the world is probably not as noble and holy as the world thinks, and the world is compassionate.

“…… I'm not convinced. Osveld said slowly in a calm voice, "Even if that scene is real, I think there is something else in it. ”

Kevin raised an eyebrow and didn't answer immediately. Looking at the expression, it seems to be pondering something.

After a moment, he suddenly asked without a proper face, "Huh?" I ask you, what would you do if Fae himself or after being born again was me? ”

Kevin didn't regard him as a high-ranking emperor at all, his arm hung directly on his shoulder and hooked him loosely, looking like a joke, and his clear eyes were slightly bent.

Osvid was stunned by his cold face, his eyes first fell on his dark eyes, and then quickly moved away, looking at the distance expressionlessly and sneering: "Heh, then I'll die." ”

Kevin sneered, let go, and straightened up again.

He lazily leaned against the iron railing, staring at the layers of black roofs of different heights and heights of the imperial city, until he saw the end of the sky, far to the untouchable place, and his dark eyes were as clear as a layer of glass.

The playful look on his face was half-hidden, and he said meaninglessly: "It's good that someone can give courage, the more the better." ”

This sentence made Osvid a little confused, he glanced at Kevin, and was about to ask again, but he slapped him on the shoulder: "Big things should be a fart scenery, go, go back to your ministers and commanders to discuss matters!" ”

This man's hands look white and thin, he is a Sven embryo, but the strength of his hands is amazing, and a slap can almost spit out people's lungs.

Even if Osvid didn't spit out any dragon liver and phoenix gall, he felt that his internal organs were shocked, and he immediately glared at the bastard thing, and replied: "Who told you that I just looked at the scenery simply?!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to scoop him up and threw him onto the vulture's broad back. Kevin Fassbinder, who had always been arrogant and ignorant of the seriousness, hung in front of Osvid like a human-shaped sack, and almost knocked his lungs out in the gallop of the vulture.

Get even.

That night, Ausvid summoned his ministers and the commanders of the base camps of the legions, and convened a round table of twelve.

He spoke what the priest had interpreted. When they heard that there were traces of Fae in the Old Castle of the Rose, almost everyone else at the round table, except for the Emperor and Kevin, who knew in advance, almost fainted.

When they heard that the appearance of the God of Light was related to the survival of the country, most of the people could no longer sit still.

The crowd had been discussing the vast map of the continent all night, and the flags representing the distribution of forces had hardly stayed in one position for long, and had been moving and changing. The ministers and legion commanders had different ideas, and it was difficult for the conservative and radical sides to agree on the same opinions, and the high belief in God was different from the same emphasis on God as history.

Nearly ten people in the meeting of twelve people were spitting stars, and their voices were almost hoarse.

The rest of the people who have less to say, one is the emperor who makes the main decision, and the other is Kevin.

Kevin changed his usual tone of running trains, he held his hands loosely, rested on the table, quietly listened to the different opinions of different people, and never opened his mouth a few times from beginning to end.

Because in this matter, he is too subjective and biased, and there is nothing to discuss at all.

Eventually, at dawn the next day, the flag on the map was decided by Auswyd.

The Ugin Iron Cavalry stood still, and together with the Imperial City Patrol Cavalry, they were responsible for guarding the base camp; The ten Red Iron Armies originally arranged in the area of the Kra Changhe River were still stationed there, keeping an eye on the border between the Golden Lion and the Northern Emerald Kingdom. The twelve bronze armies stationed in the west also did not change their arrangements, keeping an eye on the critical border with the Sand Ghost Desert.

All the remaining forces were regrouped, and two teams were gathered to disguise themselves as caravanserans, and made a detour from the Mirage to the Old Rose Castle. The other troops are all stationed in Dada City, where there is a direct shortcut to return to the Imperial City, to the Kra Changhe River, or to the western desert.

It's just that the leader of the "caravan" to the old castle of roses has not yet been completely finalized. It is said that it is safe and safe, it is the most common road for caravans, and it is relatively far away from the desert of the ghost town where the sand ghosts are located, which is suitable for camouflage, and the chance of being attacked is relatively small. But to say dangerous is dangerous, because there is a mirage there......

Because the discussion was in the morning, Osveld simply ordered someone to prepare breakfast and sent it directly to the conference room, so that those who had stayed up all night could take a break and relax their brains and throats.

As soon as Osvid picked up the cup and took a sip of mint tea, Kevin patted him on the shoulder and called him out.

"How?" Osweed said as he walked, "There's something you don't want to eat for breakfast?" ”

Kevin said angrily: "I really don't eat that star-footed fish, but what does this have to do with me calling you out?" ”

"Who knows, what if you think it's too embarrassing for a dignified bronze commander-in-chief to be picky eaters in front of the public? Want to privately beg me to help you fork that thing away and eat it? Osvid poked him lukewarmly, "That thing is good for people like you who bleed all day, you have to eat it if you don't eat it." ”

"Nope." Kevin stood still in front of the hallway, first categorically rebuffing his request, and then confidently making his request: "Over there at the Old Castle of Roses, I'll go." ”

Osvid frowned when he heard this: "Don't dream, I still remember how you were injured before, how long has it been, and you want to go to a place like mirage?" There are no doors! ”

Kevin didn't even bother to explain the reason, and still couldn't refuse: "I have to go." ”

"Why?" Osvid simply couldn't figure it out.

"You're like Phaed, too." Kevin casually offered a reason.

Osvid: "......"

For a moment, the emperor's heart was filled with an unhappiness that was easy to ignore.