There was a handsome young man standing in the way. He was very young. Judging from his appearance, it was hard to tell whether he was twenty years old or not. But he gave people a sense of oppression that did not match his age, whether it was because of those unusually sharp eyebrows or because of his overly tall stature.

Kevin said in his heart that it was fortunate that he braked quickly, and he had to raise his eyes slightly at this distance. After two steps forward, he should look up directly.

His eyes swept up and down, and in a very short period of time, he looked at the young man back and forth - from the neat short brown-black hair, to the full muscles of the arms and chest, to the long legs tucked into the riding boots... Tsk tsk in my heart Twice, there was a sigh of emotion:

Who are you?

It's not that he really can't guess who this person is, but that he really can't connect him with the bear child back then.

Time flies so fucking fast, this kid has grown so tall after eating feed!

He was stunned for a long time, until Osved changed from a skinny smile to a skinny smile. He narrowed his eyes and said, "The nobleman has forgotten things. It seems that Your Excellency Fassbender doesn't remember me anymore."

"Remember, we spent a whole vacation together, of course. I was just wondering whether I was lethargic for a few years or a few centuries, how can you be so big in a blink of an eye..." Kevin casually measured the position up and down his waist , gestured and said: "You came to me before, and the crutches are not tall. Two hairtails can make up one you."

Osved: ​​"..."

This bastard's skill has not diminished in the past. A good sentence comes out of his mouth and it seems to be a special thing. No matter how long or short a sentence is, it can always make people find the point of jumping.

After Kevin finished speaking, he realized that the bear boy of the year had now become the head boss, he coughed suddenly, turned his face away and silently shut his mouth.

Osved smiled suddenly, and said slowly: "The vacation I spent with Your Excellency was unforgettable, even now I occasionally dream of it. It's a great pleasure to see Your Excellency again... Anyway, welcome back."

Kevin listened to him silently, and had already translated this sentence in his heart: I will always remember the days when I was beaten up by you. After so many years, you finally fell into my hands.

Osved stared at the slight change in expression on his face for a moment, and then asked in a relaxed manner, "What's wrong with your face?"

Kevin laughed dryly: "It's alright, toothache, the roast was too tough last night."

When Osved heard this, he made an "oh", looked up and glanced around, and said to Mio, who was listening to the gossip silently not far away: "It's almost too late, let's get on our horses. If you don't mind, you can come to my carriage, I can't wait to catch up with you, Your Excellency."

Kevin refused without thinking about it: "No, why don't you be embarrassed, I'll just ride a horse vulture."

Mio yelled at him, embarrassed, "There's no more horse vulture left."

Kevin turned his head and squinted at him: "Then you are wronged and give me half of the position."

Mio patted the horse vulture's muscular neck, and said, "No problem, come on up, and buy another one when you pass by the wandering land. Can you see it, Your Majesty?"

Kevin lifts his foot to go there.

Hearing this, Osved also turned his head to look at Mio, and said word by word, "Okay."

Mio stared at him innocently for a long time, then suddenly realized something, slapped his thigh "Ouch" and exclaimed, "No, leg cramps! I can't move, Ouch-hush, why don't you still Get in the carriage, Kevin, I can't move you around—"

While he was talking, he was going to play, his calf was shaking, the whole person was lying on the back of the horse vulture, occupying all the positions that he could occupy, screaming.

Kevin: "..."

He was amazed at Mio's ability to say that he was going to die. He gave Mio two middle fingers to encourage him, and then shook his head and followed behind Osved, reluctantly and had to keep smiling.

The carriage stopped just outside the forest and was pulled by three pure black horse vultures. They were much stronger than ordinary horses. The manes on the back of their necks were thick and curly, and they covered the huge vultures on their backs. They were lean and beautiful.

Only then did Kevin realize that not only the Bronze Army elite squad, but also more than fifty heavy-armored cavalrymen, were lined up on both sides of the carriage, with a chilling aura.

Kevin: "..." Is this here to find someone or to rob?

He gave the cavalry a strange look before being pushed back into the carriage by Osved.

"Why this kind of battle?" Kevin asked back subconsciously.

"A man who has been dead for seven years suddenly sent a distress signal between the wandering land and the giant orc tribe, would you believe it?" Osved slammed the carriage door with his backhand, and said politely, "I have already changed this. The result of the idea."

Kevin said "Oh": "What was your idea before you changed it?"

Osved supported the top of the carriage with one hand, glanced at him from top to bottom, and said, "Let the Wujin Iron Cavalry come over and sweep it. No matter who is causing trouble, catch it and ask the mastermind first, and kill it on the spot if you don't cooperate."

"..." Kevin said: "Isn't there a priest's house? At least it can be estimated."

"The Priest's Academy?" Osved sneered, "Half a month ago, Carpenter stayed at the observatory all night, and he didn't know what the hell he saw, and suddenly he went crazy, his hair was disheveled, and he was running rampant, so he couldn't get off the ropeway. He fell down and fell to his death, and now he is huddled in the Pantheon all day long. When he sees whoever bites him, he won't say anything. Without him, the group of waste snacks left in the Priest's Court can't see anything at all, just yesterday's letter Sand also fainted from fright. Count on them to calculate the specific situation? It’s faster to dream.”

Kevin clicked his tongue twice, not knowing if it was a pity or what.

After a while, he reacted again, wondering: "Since you don't know anything about it, why did you change your mind?"

After hearing this, Osved stared at the square table in the carriage without saying a word, as if he was very interested in the silver wine glass on the table.

Kevin narrowed his eyes.

This look is exactly the same as when he was a child. Every time Osved shows this expression, it shows that he is a little guilty...

As soon as Kevin remembered the bear he had when he was a child, he unceremoniously stabbed Osved with the hilt of a short knife, and urged with a stern face, "I want to ask you something."

"..." Osved didn't react for a while, and he said subconsciously after being stabbed: "After receiving the notification from the priest's office, I will take someone to your cemetery."

Kevin: "..."

Osved: ​​"..."

After the two were silent for a few seconds, Kevin sneered with a dark face: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you are amazing! You learned to dig graves and lift coffins, right?!"

Osved replied without hesitation: "Otherwise! If you don't confirm it, then you rush out recklessly? Why are you so interesting?"

"I've always been so interesting—" Kevin lifted his foot to give him a slap.

It's a dream to expect a gentleman in the army to be gentle. Except for a deceptive gentle face, there is no other place in Kevin's body that can be related to "gentleness".

As a result, as soon as his foot was lifted, Kevin suddenly came back to his senses from the inertial mode: "..." It's over, the sole of the shoe is facing the emperor, how to put it down casually...

"..." Osved finally remembered his current identity. He stared at the soles of the shoes parked in front of him for a while, and laughed: "After so many years of dizziness, it's not easy for Lord Fassbender to kick his legs so high. what."

Just as Kevin and Osved looked at each other, the carriage door was tapped three times.

Kevin put down his legs without saying a word, turned his head to open the door: "Who—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the little lion clambered onto the carriage and said, "That curly hair will neither let me go, nor allow me to climb the horse vulture, so he has to drive me into the carriage."

"Curly? Which curl?" Kevin looked out, and saw Mio in front of him turned his head and waved at him.

Fortunately, you still have a little conscience.

Kevin murmured in his heart, and dragged the boy into the car without saying a word.

Osved let out a "tsk", frowned and said impatiently: "Why, you don't bother the little brat anymore, and you still take the initiative to bring one when you go out?"

The boy blinked and didn't ask for a seat. He leaned against the corner familiarly, sat down cross-legged, and said, "No, I was beaten several times by him yesterday."

Kevin: "..." What kind of blindness did you sue a stranger?

The boy turned his head and sneezed towards the door, rubbed his itchy nose, and said in a loud voice, "But he showed me yesterday that I wasn't the worst, and he used to bring a little boy about my age. Child, that one is worse than me, and I don't know which unlucky person it is."

Unlucky Osved: ​​"..."

Kevin grabbed the eldest's vinegar berry from the fruit bowl on the table and stuffed it into the boy's mouth unceremoniously, blocking him tightly.

The boy was so sour that he burst into tears, and he really didn't care about making trouble.

Osved said slowly: "Show off..."

Kevin looked serious: "No."

Osved gave a short snort, rubbed his shoulders around him, sat down firmly, resting on his knees with one hand, picked up a map flat on the table with the other and continued to look, ignoring Kevin again. This man was sitting very stiffly, with his knees open domineeringly, as if he would feel wronged for his long legs if he closed it a little.

In short, he occupied the entire horizontal seat by himself, the only place in the carriage to sit.

Kevin swept his gesture back and forth twice, and simply leaned against the door of the car and said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, you have to put me in the carriage, where are you going to let me sit?"

Osved lifted his eyelids and took a sip from the half glass of fruit wine on the table. Just as he was about to speak, the wagon wheel made two muffled noises, and the car suddenly moved.

The horse vulture that pulls the cart cannot fly because it is too strong, but the huge pair of wings is the best help when moving forward. As soon as the wings were lifted, the strong wind was hunting, and the carriage immediately galloped.

Kevin, who was leaning against the car door, was caught off guard and was thrown out by inertia, knocked over the square table, and smashed heavily on Osved, knocking off the silver cup in his hand.

Kevin hurriedly stood up with his body propped up, adjusting to his balance in the rush of lightning.

He managed to stand still, and found that not a drop of the knocked fruit wine was left, and it was all poured into Osved's crotch, probably as a retribution for him to occupy two seats with his legs crossed.

Osved's face was instantly black as the bottom of a pot: "..."

He looked down and said to Kevin, "Have you run away from home? Why don't you just have a longer range and fly directly out of the carriage?"

Kevin subconsciously wanted to say "Your skin is itchy again, aren't you?", but fortunately he was pulled back by reason before he exited.

It was rare for him to look back, and he didn't expect Osved to point him to a seat, so he simply sat down on the spot, leaning against the wall of the carriage, just like the boy. Closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, he thought a little worriedly: can't help but want to beat the emperor, how can this be good.

The wheels were spinning so fast that Kevin jerked for a while before actually falling asleep.

When he woke up again, the sky outside was already dark blue and the light was dim. At some point, he was covered with a blanket, or the thick blanket used in winter, which wrapped him tightly from neck to feet, making him sweat and almost going crazy.

Kevin: “…………………………”

Such a wicked thing, no one else can do it after Osved!

Kevin rolled his eyes, opened the blanket and wanted to slap him, but saw that the young emperor who was sitting in the car had disappeared, not only that, but even the boy in the corner disappeared.

He frowned, tensed his nerves, and listened for a while with his breath, only to find that it was quiet outside the car.

No, to be precise... Silence - the kind of silence that even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace, making one can't help but get goosebumps.