When I woke up just now, I only cared about how to unlock the lock, and I greeted the emperor a hundred and eighty times in my heart, but he really didn't pay attention to what clothes he was wearing.

He looked down for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Who washed it for me?"

Osved snorted coldly: "The strange wound on your body, it splits and heals by itself, so that others can see it? Who did you say washed it?"

Kevin: "..."

In fact, when he heard this answer, Kevin felt a little sorry for "lack of an excuse to go out".

But when he raised his head, he found that for a moment, in addition to the usual lukewarm expression on Osved's face, there was a little unnoticeable unnaturalness. It just so happened that the flash of discomfort was caught by Kevin.

So Kevin, who was originally open-minded, also felt a little uncomfortable. After the two stared at each other for a while, he could only silently reveal the topic that was not quite right.

Fortunately, this feeling was like a silly cat scratching his face. After scratching it on his face, he withdrew without leaving too many traces.

Kevin changed to a more comfortable position and leaned on the head of the bed, raised his chin at Osved and said, "Well, I'm too lazy to reason with you about this, it's just the retribution for stunning all of you underground. What about food? I'm hungry. ."

Osved raised his eyebrows and walked into the dormitory with a silver plate.

Just as he was standing beside the bed and bent over to put the silver plate on the wooden bedside table, Kevin suddenly bounced up, raised his hand and twisted and twisted it, wrapping the thick iron chain around with lightning speed. to Osved's neck.

The emperor was dragged to the bed by him, and Kevin's strength was very clever, just enough to knock people down without suffocating them.

Taking advantage of Osved's failure to respond, he swiftly turned over and pressed him.

Kevin's kneeling right knee pressed on Osved's left wrist, his left hand clamped Osved's other hand, his right hand just happened to be caught between Osved's neck while pulling the chain, and he lowered his head condescendingly and asked, "Where's the key? On yourself, or on some guard?"

He pressed very skillfully, so that Osved would not be too uncomfortable, so he raised his chin, smiled briefly, and squinted: "What? It took me?"

"I have a way to tie these chains around you, and you can't run away if I can't untie them." Kevin raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't really like fighting people at such close range, it's too embarrassing. , what do you think? I'll beat you up once you get rid of these things."

"It's really a good deal." Osved said angrily, "I'm going to be beaten by you if I don't understand. I didn't suffer too much from this when I was a child. It's not bad."

Kevin: "..."

He was a little speechless by this stinky boy's rough-skinned temperament that he was not afraid of being beaten. For the first time, he reflected on himself, whether the so-called stick education was really inappropriate, and it was easy to teach such rebels.

For the past 100 years, he has always felt that he has adapted very well to the identity and power of ordinary people, and has no nostalgia for the divine power of the past. In today's world, everyone is the same, and the gods are the exceptions. No matter who it is, with abilities that are too much higher than ordinary people, there will always be some drawbacks.

But now, in the face of a rough-skinned and tough guy like Osved, he suddenly misses the time when he had supernatural powers. In the period of Radiant God, he would definitely hang the lawless emperor upside down on the top of the Radiant Temple with one finger, and let it hang for a month to make bacon jerky.

With such a posture, he was fascinated by himself, and the strength in his hands did not slacken.

But when he came back to his senses, he found that the emperor who was pressed down was staring at his face without turning around. When those shallow and almost transparent eyes stared at people, there was always an invisible interference force. , so that the person being stared at is not quite right from head to toe.

Kevin tilted his head and said angrily, "What are you selling, where's the key?"

Osved made an "oh" and said lightly, "It's hidden on me, take it yourself."

Kevin switched to pressing Osved's other wrist with his left knee and freed up one of his hands. First, he raised his hand and gave Osved a slap on the forehead. "I think you're going to rebel."

Osved sneered and said lukewarmly, "You don't seem to know who is rebelling."

"Heh—" Kevin raised his hand and grabbed a piece of rye bread from the silver plate on the bedside table, stuffed it into Osved's mouth without saying a word, forcing him to shut his mouth and said, "In order for you not to say anything untidy, Block it for you first, you're welcome."

Osved: ​​"..."

After that, Kevin rolled over Osved in a slashing manner.

He rummaged through quickly and crisply, as if he only needed to touch the tip of his finger to know if there was any possibility of hiding something here. He was comfortable finding it himself, but Osved, who was rummaging through it, was a little speechless.

"Hey—what are you doing?" Kevin tapped his finger twice and took the rye bread impatiently, "I'll give you a chance to say a word."

Osved coughed twice, and said angrily: "Can you not be so gentle when you are looking for something? My hairs stand up when I touch it."

"Trouble!" Kevin shook his head, dropped the sentence, and blocked the Emperor with rye bread again.

Osved really has the feeling of beeping a dog.

After being protested by the emperor, Kevin finally started a little harder. The ancestor even complained after touching the upper body: "Why are the emperor's clothes so complicated? Are you tired of wearing them..."

With that, he reached for Osved's pants again.

Before turning it over twice, Kevin took the bread again in annoyance: "What's the matter with you, my dear majesty?"

Osved didn't say anything this time "..."

He glanced at his waist with his eyes, stopped on Kevin's hand just right, and stopped on himself again, then raised his eyes to look at Kevin, looked at Kevin with an embarrassed and speechless look: " What do you say?"

How should put it, His Majesty the Emperor sometimes thinks easily, but his expression is very subtle, so that Kevin, whose expression is very crooked but his thoughts are very subtle, can't grasp the point for a while.

Osved couldn't bear it any longer, and said bluntly with a green face: "You just look for things, can you not be so filthy?"

Kevin: "..."

What the hell am I dirty again? !

He was thinking about "keys and keys" all over his body, and he didn't care about anything else. He was thrown a "dirty" hat by Osved so hooded, and only then did he realize that he didn't touch the right place.

So he made an "oh" after realizing it, withdrew his hand, and apologized very insincerely: "I'm sorry, who asked you to lock me up, I was so angry that I didn't pay attention."

After he finished speaking, he patted Osved soothingly, and said casually, "Okay, don't blow it up, I'll change the place."

Osved: ​​"...where did you shoot?"

Kevin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slyly: "Young people, it's understandable to get excited easily."

Osved: ​​"..."

The man fumbled and found a key under the leather buckle on the edge of Osved's boots. He laughed, held the key and shook it in front of Osved, saying, "You can really hide it, Your Majesty."

Osved ignored him and said, "Since I found the key, why are you holding on to me like this, open your lock."

Kevin lowered his eyelids and casually said "Yeah", while keeping his posture of suppressing Osved, he used the key to stab the keyhole on the handcuffs in this posture.

It was probably because he had finally found the key and was a little proud. The great Lord Kevin Fassbender actually felt that the key was a little strange the moment he squeezed it, but he just wanted to unlock it quickly without thinking about it.

He felt that at most, he had found the wrong key, and if he couldn't open it, he would continue to threaten Osved.

When he shoved the key into the keyhole with difficulty, he found that the key fit the keyhole, except that it was "tight" a little, so he didn't think much about it, and naturally he didn't notice the emperor who was pressed eyebrow expression.

Kevin squeezed the key and twisted it lightly. It felt a little stagnant, but he didn't twist it, so he added another force.

As a result, with a "pop" sound, the key that seemed to have no problem was easily broken into two pieces, and the keyhole was tightly blocked.

Kevin: "..."

This is good, the keyhole is blocked, unless the thing inside is pulled out, or the whole handcuffs are directly destroyed, otherwise it is impossible to untie it.

Just when he was in a daze, the emperor, who was easily suppressed by him, suddenly turned over and lifted Kevin with greater force, turning his back on the guest.

In the blink of an eye, the two switched positions.

"The feng shui turns." Osved pressed Kevin's wrist and said condescendingly.

Kevin glanced at the blocked keyhole, then glanced at Osved, and said numbly, "What did you use to make this key?"

Osved: ​​"Homemade by Golden Lion Country, the most brittle alloy."

Kevin just wanted to give him a kick: "I'm so full to do this kind of thing!"

Looking at it this way, everything just now was obviously planned by the emperor. Kevin thought about it and felt a pain in his liver.

Osved, who was on top of him, didn't go down for a long time. He even leaned down, got very close, and said in a very provocative and very low tone: "Is this quiet? Eat well, dear Fassbender. Your Mightiness."

don't know why, but Kevin feels that the current Osved has changed a lot from before he went to the tomb of God. Although he still likes to be angry with him, he is no longer provocative with his chin raised at a distance. He seems to like being so close. Find a fight.

His voice was so deep that Kevin could almost feel the resonance in his chest, which was easy to give the illusion of being too close. Kevin raised his head a little uncomfortably and said, "Okay, stop, what can I do if I don't stop? Hurry up and get down, do you know that you are heavy?"

Osved nodded in satisfaction, got out of bed and walked to the side armchair to sit down, propping his temple loosely with one hand, waiting for Kevin to accept his fate and eat.

Kevin threw the chain twice in annoyance, sat up and changed into a comfortable position, bent one leg, picked up the wine glass on the plate and took a sip.

This man has a strange temper. One second he was trying to kill the emperor and cut off the chain to escape, and the next second he was drinking wine and eating with his elbows. If these iron chains were removed, just looking at his posture and expression, he would probably only think that this was an elegant and unassuming nobleman enjoying lunch.

He slept for seven days, and it stands to reason that he should have been hungry long ago, but he still ate slowly, as if this unhurried calmness was innate and etched in his bones.

There was a fight just now, and now he was able to chat with Osved calmly. He swallowed a mouthful of fruit wine, and suddenly remembered something and asked Osved, "Have you tried holy water? How does it work?"

Osved nodded and said, "It looks pretty good so far. There is good news from all over the place. Ian's neck can be turned, and the traces of Sinnia's sand and petrification have faded from his shoulders to his wrists."

He said and pointed to his ear again: "If it didn't recover, according to your rebellion just now, this ear should have been shattered into scum."

Kevin glanced at him and reassured him, "Yes."

Osved suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "There are ceremonies in St. Antis these past few days and evenings. The people who have recovered have spontaneously organized and planned to worship the relief of Radiant God in the central square for seven days."

Kevin was stunned for a moment, then continued to eat, commenting very jerkily: "It's just idle, and I worship some old gods."

"Fae means different things." Osved raised his eyebrows and replied, "I brought back two things from the tomb of the gods, intending to—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the waiter at the door: "Your Majesty, the Imperial City Patrol Army has sent an urgent report again."

Osved: ​​"..."

"Come to me and smirk again?" Osved said bitterly: "Why am I so idle? Let him go back and be stupid to his wife and children."

The inner waiter carefully tilted his head and lowered his eyes. "Not this time. The commander said that a large number of refugees are coming here."

"Refugees?" Osved asked with a frown. "What refugees?"

"The specifics are not very clear, you should ask Your Excellency Commander." The inner waiter said.

Osved: ​​"Got it."

He stood up and lifted his feet to go out.

Kevin shoved a small berry into his mouth with one hand, and tugged at the chain with the other. The stretched chain was just in front of Osved's feet.

"Half of the talk?" Kevin said angrily, "What was the second half of that sentence? What did you bring back from the tomb of the gods, what are you going to do? Briefly summarize it in one sentence."

So, Osved said succinctly: "I brought back Fae's footprints and another signature of something I don't know. I plan to find time to rebuild a tomb for Fae in the future. It may not be so grand, but at least... It can be worthy of the light. word."

Kevin listened, took the small berry's hand for a while, looked up at Osved, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

He threw the iron chain in his hand, and the chain blocking Osved sag to the ground. He waved his hand without raising his head, and said like a puppy: "Okay, let's go."

The emperor didn't care about his bastard actions, he strode out the door, and turned to look for the cavalry.

Kevin threw a small berry into his mouth, chewed it twice, then leaned back and leaned on the head of the bed in a trance.

Although the young emperor owes a lot of money, when he is in his heart, he is always able to poke at other people's points...

Maybe it was because the key that was broken in the keyhole was really difficult to get out, or maybe it was because Osved said that his energy was still not fully recovered, and Kevin actually stayed in this bedroom for several days. Even when Osved asked someone to bring the tub into his room for him to take a bath, he accepted it without much protest.

It made the emperor a little uncomfortable.

As Osved said before, he would still suddenly have large wounds that rot to the bone and healed little by little. It's just that it's much better and the frequency is much slower than when it was in the tomb of the gods.

During the few days he stayed in the dormitory, aside from Osved, the little prince Sinnia was the most diligent. Because Ban and Angel are not the people who live inside the palace, they have been kept outside the palace for the past few days.

Sinnia's arm was in good shape, and Osved lifted her ban, allowing her to roll around like a live ball as before.

Angel was away, Osved was busy with affairs, so her favorite object of harassment became Kevin. Every day she grabbed a book and came over to ask Kevin to tell stories, and occasionally told Kevin herself.

"I was miserable a while ago, my uncle locked me in the room, and I was not allowed to get out of bed." The little girl brought this up and complained to Kevin every day, "But Grandpa Ian was even worse, my uncle said that his neck was even worse. He is still not allowed to go out until he is completely healed, so he is still lying down."

Kevin: "..."

Through this kind of generalization from face to point, he finally understood that Osved likes to lock up anyone who is worried until the other party is no longer in danger. Really... such a big and crazy pervert, not even the elderly and children. Let go.

After the complaint, Sinnia clambered onto the bed in twos and threes, crossed her short legs and sat opposite Kevin, handing over the book: "Here - I want to hear this today."

Kevin picked up the book cautiously, touched his hand with old ashes with a look of disgust, and couldn't help laughing and crying: "What kind of grave did you dug this antique from, little girl?"

Sinnia slapped her thigh: "Tell me!"

Kevin had no choice but to nod and mutter, "Okay, let's talk. Hey—just like your uncle."

However, he flipped through the pages of the book twice, his hand stopped, and he stared at one of the pages for a while before saying: "Old God... how can you, a little girl, like to listen to this kind of old sesame and rotten millet. The story."

Sinnia laughed: "It's fun!"

"Tell me from the beginning?" Kevin flipped the book roughly twice, then simply closed the book and threw it aside, "Come on, I'll recite it to you."

Sinnia looked at him admiringly.

In the end, Kevin, this bastard, really did memorize it. He was even more emotionless than Shunen. He didn't even have a pitch fluctuation. He recited a long paragraph without breathing.

"...the beautiful and holy goddess Thenis said: 'May your life be as bright as flowers and as tough as thorns, and give you the name Morley, which means light and eternity in the divine language'." Kevin was very perfunctory when he endorsed, everything is beautiful The adjectives came out of his mouth with sarcasm.

However, Sinnia is not very picky, so she can still listen to such a story. She interrupted when she heard this, and asked, "Who is Morley? Why haven't I heard it in other stories before?"

Kevin looked at her and said with an "oh", "Morley was his old name, and flowers and thorns were his original symbols. Later, when he grew up, for some reason, he put his name with the past. Buried, thinking that God does not need a name, the symbolic totem has also been replaced by the sun and the moon.”

Sinnia tilted her head: "Then how do others call him if he doesn't have a name?"

Kevin replied, "He gave himself a new name, the Queen God."