Kevin's expression was complicated and his eyes were wistful.

Osved rarely saw this look of death on his face, so he couldn't help but glanced at him sideways and said, "What are you looking at me? What is your expression?"

"I'm getting older, my wings are hard, and I've learned to use imperial power to oppress people." Kevin sighed with a pretentious sigh.

Osved's veins jumped: "..."

He finally couldn't stand this bastard anymore, slapped the pen and leather bag in his hand on Kevin's chest, and walked away without looking back while holding the written scroll.

It is not difficult to say that this battlefield is difficult to clean up, but it is not easy to say it is simple.

Those scattered weapons have been picked up by the Wujin Iron Cavalry and cleaned up in a concentrated manner. There are about thirty swords, more than ten short sabers, and piles of arrows.

Among them, Kevin and their weapons are engraved with the lion head mark of Golden Lion Country, which is easy to identify. The rest of the iron swords should have come from the previous intruders, but whether it is the iron swords with simple style and no decorative signs, or the clothes on the row of stone statues that are so ordinary that they can't be found when they fall into the crowd, there is no way to find them. Provide Kevin with any identifying information about the first intruders.

So who would the intruders be? Was it sent by the Northern Emerald Empire? Or the people from the small city-states of Thunder Sound City? Is it also to deal with the petrification disease caused by the insect plague? Or some other reason?

One question after another popped up in everyone's mind, but they couldn't find any answer for a while.

After packing up all the available weapons, the Ujin iron cavalry followed Osved's instructions and planned to pile up the corpses of dryads scattered on the ground and set them on fire, so as to avoid extraneous branches.

As a result, just after they moved a few of them, they cried out "ah".

"What's wrong?" Osved didn't like these sudden movements. In this regard, Kevin perfectly matched his temperament. After all, His Excellency Fassbender's psychological quality cannot be measured by ordinary people's standards.

The leader of Wujin Iron Cavalry's team raised his finger and pointed to the dryad corpse in front of him, and said to this side: "Your Majesty, this monster's corpse is broken by itself."

Osved frowned. "What is broken?"

Kevin checked a few vacant houses, and when he came around, he heard this sentence, and walked behind Osved: ​​"What's the matter?"

"Commander." The leader saluted Kevin and said hello.

Right in front of his toes, there was a corpse of a tree spirit lying there curled up, and there was no problem just looking at it.

"Your Majesty, look at this tree spirit, what's so special about it?" The leader had relatively more contact with Osved on weekdays, and no one else was so afraid of him.

Osved lowered his eyelids and glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze in disgust, and said, "It's very ugly."

Team Leader: "..."

The young and handsome His Majesty the Emperor probably sees himself a lot on weekdays, and has always been very insensitive to his appearance. He always believed that he was not a superficial person and would not be fooled by a pretty face. But in fact, he is not very sensitive to his appearance just because his aesthetic starting point is a little high——

In his eyes, good-looking people are all at the level of "personal", and the outstanding ones are at most "can see", and the rest are basically hovering between "not very good" and "unlikely". Not even a single person."

Because the overall span is not large, it gave the emperor the illusion that "self-feeling is more important than appearance".

But this old tree spirit lying down really challenged Osved's aesthetic limits, and he felt sorry for himself at a glance.

The leader let out a "cough", pointed at the tree spirit with the tip of his sword and said, "Your Majesty, you are optimistic."

As he spoke, he poked the dryad's body with the tip of his sword.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the tree spirit, which had still maintained its dead appearance, suddenly turned into a pile of dust and powder mixed with dead branches and rotten leaves, and the whole thing collapsed. It happened that a gust of wind from nowhere swept through, and the tree spirit was like dust in the forest, dispersing in the air.

"Cough—" Osved frowned, clenching his fist against his lips and coughing twice.

Compared to Kevin, who has been on the battlefield all the year round, Osved is simply a clean freak. Although he had very little contact with relatives and elders since he was a child, and was confined in the old manor, almost no one cared about him, but generally speaking, he was still living as a young master. In addition, he had an obsessive-compulsive butler like Ian who taught him every day. It's hard to pay attention.

He especially hates this kind of dust, but from the previous sand ghost to the current tree branch, one or two likes to grind their own corpses, which is simply detrimental to others.

With a disgusted "tsk" on his face, he raised his hand and waved it twice, sweeping away the dust and mist: "What's going on here?"

The leader shook his head: "I don't know, there was one lying here before, who was just scattered before I spoke to you."

"Give me the sword." Osved frowned, took the long sword from the leader's hand, and poked it among the remaining dead branches on the ground.

After the dust was scattered, these things were no different from the ordinary dead leaves accumulated on the ordinary forest floor, which were brown-black due to the slight dampness.

The Ujin Iron Cavalry, who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, had encountered such a situation - after those dryad corpses had been displayed for a while, they changed when they touched it, becoming what Osved and the others saw.

It didn't take long for the ground here to be covered with a thin layer of dead leaves, and the dust was buried in the soil.

"I actually think this is what this place is supposed to be like," Nick couldn't help saying.

The crowd listened and neither laughed nor refuted, because they felt the same way.

"The ashes of this thing are a bit unique..." Dan thought about the half of the red fruit he ate just now, maybe he had absorbed this kind of thing, and his face suddenly turned greener.

The little lion class patted him pretending to be old-fashioned, and said earnestly: "It's all in your stomach, so don't think about it."

Dan: "..."

Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. He feels that this kid has not learned anything else from the little white-faced commander. He has learned to chat first, which is really great!

"What are these tree branches..." Osved returned to the eaves, stared at the layer of dead leaves from a distance, and asked in a low voice.

Kevin shrugged, as if he didn't quite know. But after a moment's pause, he still said, "You said... what could be the people who live and live next to the cemetery?"

Osved thought for a while and said, "Gravekeeper?"

Kevin didn't speak.

His beautiful black eyes were like a layer of organic glaze under the reflection of the fire of the insect sac, moist and translucent. Because of the slight drooping of his eyes, the thick eyelashes cast an arc-shaped shadow under the lower eyelid, adding an indescribable complex meaning to his eyes.

Osved gave him a strange look, wondering why this looks like he was going to die again. He remembered that he didn't ask a question before, and the bastard seized the opportunity and blocked him. This time, I can't be fooled again, and asking him again is a fool.

Who knew that this time Kevin just looked at the dead leaves for a while, then turned his head and walked away, without any plans to continue talking.

Osved: ​​"..."

The entire Golden Lion Country probably belongs to Lord Fassbender alone who dares to hang the emperor there and walk away...

In front of this cave-like settlement, there is a winding path. On both sides of the path, there are also trees and dense grasses. The first half of the road is also illuminated by insect lamps, but the second half is not. Welfare.

From a distance, from bright to dark, it is pitch black, and the end is unknown. It was as if there was a huge black beast's mouth on the other side of the path, waiting for someone to walk in.

Kevin stood at the end of the winding path, stared at the darkness for a moment with his arms crossed, and then picked a bug lamp on the side of the road. Just as he was about to take a step, he heard the sound of rustling footsteps stepping on dead leaves behind him.

"You're going to take a look ahead?" Osved's low voice went from far to near.

Kevin turned his head and raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "um", and nodded: "What? Your Majesty wants to be together?"

Osved's face was still cold under the light of the insect lamp, because of the protruding brow bone and the deep eye socket, he was handsome and aggressive. He turned his head and raised his hand, as if he wanted to call the Ujin Iron Cavalry and the giant orcs to go with him.

"It's nothing to shout about." Kevin pressed his hand down and shook the bug lamp in his hand, "There's nothing wrong with the front, just see if there are any signs, lighting is enough."

Osved's almost transparent eyes narrowed slightly: "It's okay to put anything in your mouth..."

With a sneer in his mouth, he reached out and picked a bug lamp by the side of the road, raised his chin, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Kevin laughed and strode forward.

The pouch that wraps the bug lamp has been processed, and it looks very nice to hold in the hand. It is very elastic when it is swayed and swayed with the rhythm of walking.

Osved hadn't bothered to look at this thing carefully before, but now he couldn't help but hold the lamp in front of his eyes and scan it in a circle, "What is this thing made of?"

"Large intestine." Even though he could say casing, Kevin chose such a word.

Osved: ​​"..."

He almost threw the filth in Kevin's face.

As soon as Kevin turned his head, he saw Osved's green face, and asked with the corners of his mouth raised, "Young master's cleanliness again?"

Just fucking know this bastard is on purpose!

Osved resisted the urge to throw the bug lamp out, turned his head with a handsome face, looked down at Kevin, who was beside him, and said with a cold smile: "You just pretended to be Fassbender. Your Excellency, have you ever seen a young master who is a head taller than you?"

He would have minded that Kevin teased him in a tone inclined to his elders, and being called that now was even more accurate. The last word "small" was bitten very hard by him.

Kevin pouted: "So what? Except for the giant orcs, everyone is almost a head shorter in front of you."

He walked while talking, and after a while, he stopped his steps with a flick of the insect lamp, and sighed, "Ah, here we are."