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Chapter 16
Spring in the old Parson family estate is actually very good. There is a broad-leaved chaste tree in the back garden. The huge shade of the tree can always cover the refreshment table, and the sunlight that leaks is just right. And fresh berries jutting out of the fence, juicy bright red, beautiful, though they were always bald.👎🏿
Osved is the master of the trick.👎🏿
Because he has nothing else to do except read books and destroy flowers and fruits.👎🏿
The eight-year-old young master of the Parsons' old manor is gloomy and difficult. This is what the few servants in the manor often say in private. But in fact, they didn't have much contact with Osved. Except for the daily routine of preparing three meals and tidying up the house, they hardly appeared in front of Osved.👎🏿
No one is playing, and it is forbidden to go out. These two points are enough to drive an eight-year-old boy crazy. What's more, he is still in a state of being abandoned in disguise - the Parson family has already moved to the new manor, where there are his father and three older brothers who don't even know what they look like.👎🏿
What they left to Osved was the old house, a few unwary servants, and Ian, an old butler who always likes to keep a straight face.👎🏿
Ian is a nit-picky guy, and he's not used to a lot of things - curtain fringes that aren't straight, dinner plates that aren't symmetrical, table lines that are a little skewed. He especially disliked Osved, because the unlucky boy didn't follow the rules at all.👎🏿
Said to be a housekeeper, in fact, Ian is more like a rigid and difficult to serve a teacher, his life's work is to stroke Osved from hair to heel, twist it into a neat straight line.👎🏿
The abnormal growth environment made Osved enter the rebellious period early, which probably stemmed from instinct, just as the hoof kicked harder, it was easier to attract attention. It's a pity that he did not attract the attention of the elders of the family, but he did attract Kevin's advice.👎🏿
Kevin got it from Ian. Because the picky old housekeeper found that the eight-year-old Osved was no longer what he could screw.👎🏿
"Hello little guy, I'm Kevin Fassbender, and I'm teaching you swordsmanship and fighting from today." This is what Kevin said when he first appeared in front of Osved.👎🏿
At that time, Kevin looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was in the transition period between juvenile and adulthood. He was wearing the standard underwear of the Reserve Corps, with a narrow waist and narrow legs, like a saber in a sheath.👎🏿
Although His Excellency Saber is sitting at the tea table, with Erlang's legs crossed, eating shortbread, his posture is not very solemn. But there's no denying that Osved's first impression of him was very good.👎🏿
Young boys always hold an inexplicable yearning and admiration for those big boys who look sharp and calm.👎🏿
Kevin patted off the shortbread crumbs in his hands, and rolled his eyes, "I heard that you hate being patted on the top of your head. It's a coincidence that I don't like it either." He stood up and took two steps forward, then Bent down, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile, "I hope I won't make you feel bad."👎🏿
His fingers were long and clean, as good-looking as he looked.👎🏿
Eight-year-old Osved, still not fully awake from his nap's sleepiness, stared at the hand for a while before reaching out to hold it.👎🏿
He put on a young master's face and said, "I don't hate you." He quite liked it.👎🏿
In the shade of the tree, the spring spotted bird chirped, and Osved woke up.👎🏿
Sitting on the large bed, he pinched his eyebrows, and when he heard the muffled thunder outside, he suddenly lost the interest in continuing to sleep, so he simply pulled a piece of clothes and put it on, and strode out the door.👎🏿
It was not yet dawn, and it was pouring rain outside.👎🏿
He waved at the night guard in the corridor, indicating that he did not need to follow, then walked around the corner and walked to the door of the study.👎🏿
The door of the study was left open, and the people inside were lying on their stomachs, lying on the table and falling asleep.👎🏿
Osved: "..."👎🏿
He simply folded his arms and leaned against the door, waiting for a while, wanting to see when Lord Fassbender would discover his arrival.👎🏿
Probably because the scene in the dream just now was too gentle and peaceful, Osved rarely lost the anger in his heart, and seemed extremely patient.👎🏿
It's a pity that Kevin slept so soundly for some reason that he didn't mean to wake up at all.👎🏿
Osved listened to the sound of the rainstorm outside the corridor, watched him for a while, and finally stood up straight and walked into the study.👎🏿
Kevin leaned his face on his left arm, his right hand rested on the open code, a stack of parchment was pressed under the code, and there was a pen on the edge. clutter.👎🏿
Osved squinted at Kevin for a moment, then raised his right paw from the Codex and lined the Codex aside to reveal the paper underneath.👎🏿
Sure enough, not a single word was copied!👎🏿
But the paper is not blank, except that there is no word, everything is there.👎🏿
His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was sitting in the solemn study room and drew a bunch of monsters and monsters on fine parchment with Emperor Jingui's pen.👎🏿
Osved was fortunate enough to have seen Kevin's painting skills a few times. With his extraordinary imagination and understanding of Kevin, he guessed that there were mountain rabbits that were fatter than pigs, and giant turtles that were uglier than kings. Stupid bear-faced lions, plucked vultures, black eagles like chickens...👎🏿
There is also a huge fork next to it, which vividly expresses a word - beasts are not as good.👎🏿
Osved: "..."👎🏿
Eight or nine times out of ten, this complaint is also directed at him. After all, it is really not something that people can do to punish the code for copying a hundred times.👎🏿
He gave Kevin a sidelong glance, took out the parchment angrily, and was about to use a pen to mark "I have read it, plus a penalty", when he found that Kevin had also drawn something on the parchment below.👎🏿
It should be a human face, with two eyes drawn large and small, very asymmetrical, with a stubborn nose in the middle. There are also a bunch of messy vertical lines next to it, and don't know if this is a trace of modification or if want to cast a shadow on the nose.👎🏿
Under the shadows, a very ugly mouth could be vaguely seen.👎🏿
What the hell is this?👎🏿
Osved stared at the paper for a long time, and then discerned the tree and the table from behind the face, and the style of the painting was still hard to look at.👎🏿
Shade? table? people?👎🏿
Putting these things together, a scene flashed through Osved's mind. He pondered for a while, and his face darkened instantly.👎🏿
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!" Osved bent a knuckle and tapped the table hard.👎🏿
"Huh?" Kevin snorted, frowned and opened his eyes, looking at him sleepily and blankly.👎🏿
"What are you drawing?" Osved flicked the piece of paper.👎🏿
"Um..." Kevin went back again, and answered vaguely with his eyes closed on his arm.👎🏿
Parsons' backyard.👎🏿
Osved leaned in and heard him say that.👎🏿
It is not enough for this ancestor to miss the time when he can be beaten by raising his hand, and he has to draw it down. Since the painting is of the backyard of Parsons Manor, it is self-evident who this person is not a ghost or a ghost.👎🏿
Osved: "..."👎🏿
The scene in the dream just now reappeared in Osved's mind. He remembered what he said when he first saw this ancestor, and he wanted to go back and rip his tongue out.👎🏿
Like a fart! If you don't hate it, there will be ghosts.👎🏿
"Get up!" Osved tapped the table again.👎🏿
Kevin frowned, waved his hand, and said vaguely, "I'll talk about it later, I'm too sleepy."👎🏿
Osved frowned. "You have the final say or I have the final say?"👎🏿
Kevin didn't even bother to wave this time, so he didn't speak at all.👎🏿
"Hey—" Osved glared at him for a while, and wanted to scream again, but found that Kevin's breathing grew longer, and he seemed to be really asleep again, but his frowning brows hadn't gone away, full of a kind of sympathy with him. Tiredness that doesn't match the usual day.👎🏿
Osved snapped his fingers, feeling something was wrong.👎🏿