Kevin dreamed that he was digging soil in the thick fog and miasma of Andorha jungle. He pushed out the wet mud, dragged an obscure heavy object, lay down in the pit together, and sealed the mud himself. The ground was sultry and humid, making people sticky and sticky, like a thick layer of blood mud.

The rust-like smell of blood was getting heavier and heavier. He finally couldn't help pulling the dirt and sat up, only to see dead bodies everywhere. color. He looked down to the left and saw that the man lying in the pit with him was Osved.

"Wake up—" He was a little sad, and pushed Osved's shoulder hard, only to see the lying corpse sitting up.

Osved unconcernedly pulled out the arrow stuck in his body, then picked up a longbow on the ground, handed it to him, and said, "Can you stand here and shoot the chastity leaves on the other side of the courtyard? Try it for me. "

He propped himself up from the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that the battlefield had become the Parsons' garden, and the adult Osved was standing at the refreshment table, looking at him with his arms folded.

"Okay, let's try." He replied hesitantly, then squinted at Zhenshu in the distance, and pulled the bowstring steadily.

With the sound of the wind breaking, the long arrow was heavily nailed to the broad-leaved chastity tree, and the whole tree shook for a while, and fell in response.

He put down his bow, but found himself standing on the top of the mountain, the whole world was extremely quiet, as if he was the only one left, the huge sunset slowly sinking behind him, and the rest of the sky was golden red like blood.

Kevin woke up in the silent twilight.

He sat up, only to find that he had been moved at some point - this was obviously not Osved's study, but a large bedroom. A heavy and luxurious bedroom with black gold brass as the main decoration.

"You're finally awake," said an elderly voice.

Kevin turned his head and saw a meticulously dressed white-haired old man sitting on a chair beside the bed watching him quietly. The nasolabial lines on the corners of his mouth were so deep that they were almost carved into the bones, looking old-fashioned and severe. The old man had a book on his lap, and with Kevin's eyesight, he glanced at the corner of the book and saw the label: The Book of the Gods.

On the first line of the opened page was a sentence: Don't think of a dream as a nonsense and absurd journey, it always comes from somewhere.

Kevin pouted, looked away, and said to the old man, "Uncle Ian, long time no see."

It's been a long time indeed, since he left Parson Manor at the end of the spring break that year, he hadn't seen this old housekeeper again. didn't expect him to be brought into the palace by Osved.

With a face on the grave, Ian said, "Nice to see you again."

Kevin: "...Thank you." I really didn't see it at all.

"I'll go and call the young master." He was probably used to this name, but he couldn't change it for a while. He stood up and paused before adding, "Oh, it's Your Majesty."

Kevin lifted the quilt: "No, I'll go out with you."

Before his feet touched the ground, a tall figure had already appeared at the door of the bedroom.

"Retract your feet, people who have been in a coma for three days and three nights are not qualified to get out of bed and jump on the bed." Osved's voice came coldly, "If you don't want to continue to copy the code a hundred times."

Hearing this, Kevin quickly retracted his feet and said in surprise, "Three days and three nights?!"

Osved: ​​"Or what do you think?"

Kevin glanced outside through the window, the heavy rain had not stopped, and a thin layer of water mist had risen on the ground, almost the same as before he fell asleep: "...I thought it would only be half a day."

Osved replied contemptuously, "Huh."

Kevin: "..."

"Let them get something to eat, roast mountain rabbits, braised milk storks or something." Osved told Ian as he took off his rainy coat.

Old Ian saluted, and then said earnestly: "No, people who haven't eaten for three days and three nights can't eat these, I'll let them do something else. In addition, Your Majesty's recent diet is too meaty, I already informed them in the morning Changed the menu." After speaking, he walked away respectfully.

"..." Osved said blankly, "I must have had my brain in the sea before I brought him here."

Seeing the flesh of his mouth fly away, Kevin also twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "So he is now?"

Osved's face slumped: "Chief Servant."

Kevin: "..."

He stared at Osved for a while, then said in a snarky voice, "I see now, you're probably a masochist."

Osved: ​​"..."

He slammed the door shut with a cold face, then strode over to the bed and pulled the armchair. When I sat down, I couldn't help but explain hard: "If I hadn't brought old Ian here, he would have died. I'm annoying him, yes, but it doesn't mean I want him to die."

Kevin opened his mouth and wanted to make fun of him, but he was stopped by Osved before he said: "Shut up, I don't have your share of words. Now I'm asking you, what's the matter with you?"

"What's going on?" Kevin was taken aback.

"From the time you came out of the Andorha jungle until now, you've been awake except for a few fights, and you've been sleeping almost all the time." Osved said.

Kevin laughed dryly and rubbed his sore neck, "Probably... I'm not getting enough sleep."

Osved sneered: "If I remember correctly, you told Mio that you were in a coma until this year and woke up this year. People who have slept for several years told me they didn't get enough sleep, and fooled the ghost?"

Kevin: "..."

"The next time you talk nonsense, you'd better find a piece of paper and write it down, so as not to turn your head and forget it and slap yourself in the face." Osved leaned back in the chair, squinting at him with his arms crossed, "So I think you are very It is necessary to explain the whole thing again."

Kevin thought for a while and said, "Okay... I don't know why I didn't die in the first place, and why I woke up in the dense forest of Andoha. Just when I opened my eyes, I just saw a starving lion pounced over. , oh, that stinky boy from Ben. Of course I couldn't have given him such a cheap price, so I cleaned him up—"

"Wait a minute." Osved had no interest in how he organized his class. "You said you saw a lion when you opened your eyes? Where are you lying?"

"On the ground." Kevin said.

"Just lying there without covering?" Osved said, "There are not many large beasts in Andoha, but some are insects, which are eaten by both the living and the dead, and are affected by the fog and miasma. All are poisonous, so if you bite a bite without applying medicine It must fester and purulent, what about your wound?"

Kevin: "..."

"So where exactly are you lying?" Osved asked again, tilting his chin.

Kevin said helplessly: "Underground."

Osved frowned. "Underground? What is underground?"

"It's just digging a hole and burying it in the ground."

Osved: ​​"..."

This description is very strange. Can a living person be buried in the ground?

"No matter how much you fake death, you should be dead if you are buried for a while." Osved said this with a sullen face, and suddenly remembered another thing, "I was still in Parsons Manor when you died in battle, and I didn't see it with my own eyes. , but I heard Mio mention it later. He said that he was there for the entire funeral. After the coffin went down, he and several officers of the Bronze Army stood in front of the tombstone for a whole day, and did not leave until dusk. The coffin is so big If the space is stuffy all day, can you still live?"

Kevin: "..."

Osved's eyes are lighter in color than when he was a child, almost transparent, like the most shrewd snow wolf in the Mogao Icefield.

"Okay...you wait." Kevin got out of bed on the other side, closed the window tightly, then walked over to Osved and asked, "Is there any weapon that I can take advantage of? Like a dagger or a knife? Fruit knives are the same."

Osved: ​​"..."

It sounds like he is trying to usurp power.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything else, just borrowed it." Kevin added.

"Try another step with your bare feet." Osved told him to roll back on the bed, stepped aside, found an Ugin dagger behind the full-length mirror and threw it to him.

Kevin caught it, flicked the dagger scabbard, and slashed his wrist without blinking an eye.

"What are you doing?! Crazy?!" Osved snatched the dagger.

"Eh—take it easy." Kevin waved his hand nonchalantly, raising his wrist in front of him, "Look carefully."

Osved was reluctant to shut his mouth, but his face was still not very good-looking, probably still thought Kevin was a little crazy. He stared at the bleeding wound with a dark face, ready to call someone in to give Kevin medicine to stop the bleeding.

But after a while, his expression changed.

Because the wound had stopped bleeding on its own, and in just a few seconds, most of it had healed. It was a very wonderful process. The cracks in the skin were re-kneaded together at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was no scab, as if it had never been scratched.

If it weren't for the two drops of blood left on the ground, Osved would have suspected that he was sleepwalking just now.

Kevin shook his intact wrist in front of him: "Do you now understand why I lied to fool people?"