When it comes to putting people in trouble, Lord Kevin Fassbender dares to recognize second place, and probably no one in the entire continent can recognize first. Osved had a little bit of politeness and cleanliness, and he was blocked by the word "mould". How to see how his fingers were awkward, and he couldn't look directly after his brain.

He glanced at him inexhaustibly, turned his face away, glanced again, turned his face away again, and finally could only stare at the culprit inexhaustible.

Kevin looked back innocently: "What's the matter? This season is humid and humid, what's the fuss about growing mold?"

Osved said unbearably, "Shut up."

Kevin raised his eyebrows, a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth, revealing the vile nature of this bastard to the fullest.

I knew for a long time that he was not a thing, but I didn't expect that at such a time, he could be so not a thing. Osved only thinks that he's just getting into the water before thinking about someone like this... otherwise.

Of course, Kevin is not the kind of person who really can't tell the situation. He laughed for a while, and then said with a conscience: "Before going down the cliff, Ben was forced to change back to the beast form, because Betan Day is here."

Although the general environment of Golden Lion Country is not close to the giant orcs, successive emperors have also kept their distance from this race, at least on the surface. But it does not mean that they do not understand the habits of these giant orcs. On the contrary, because of conflicts and wars, the Golden Lion Country people are very aware of some special festivals, rituals and habits of the giant orcs.

Osved naturally knew what Betan Day was like. However, he also knew that the giant orcs were a very exclusive race when it came to finding a mate. To be precise, the essence is not actually xenophobia, but that they are very picky. From the perspective of the giant orc race, the people of other races are short and thin, and their physiques are not very good. Broken or crushed to death?

The racial stupidity of the giant orcs and the nature of revering the strong also play a role in this aspect. I feel that for the people of other races to live longer, and for future generations, both men and women can still become natural warriors, or Solve it yourself.

Therefore, the hybrid blood of the giant orcs is almost non-existent.

Before that, Osved only knew that every Betan Day, no one of the giant orcs was spared, and all had to be transformed. But he has never considered the issue of pure blood and mixed blood, let alone that one day, Betan Day, who belongs to the giant orc family alone, will actually have a relationship with him.

"But... what I just said was just a dream I had." Osved frowned slightly, endured the discomfort of "growing mold", stared at the tips of his fingers and said, "What can a dream mean? It can't be regarded as a Let’s just say, after all, I have no memory of them, not even my mother, let alone my grandparents.”

He said it felt ridiculous to himself.

Kevin leaned against the wall to relax his hands and feet that Osved had strangled for a long time, with a nonchalant look: "Don't you all have a copy of the Book of Gods? There are many people who believe in Gods of God. If I remember correctly, There is a sentence in the book of the gods: don't treat the dream as a nonsense and absurd dream, it always comes from a place."

"..." Osved was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him with a strange expression, only to feel that there were several meanings in his words, "What is 'you', you are taking yourself directly from the race. It’s like going out. But—you still read the Book of Gods?”

"That's not true, I accidentally read it in Ian's old butler's book." Kevin couldn't help but ask, "You sound very surprised, why? I can't read the Book of Gods. "?"

Osved snorted a short sneer from his nose: "A person like you who wants to go to the sky will see that kind of thing? The god-related things are too tender, I can just fall asleep when I see it, and you can see it. There are ghosts. But—"

Kevin didn't say a word to him, but when he heard the word "warm", his expression became slightly complicated for a moment, and he quickly relaxed and asked, "But what?"

"I've actually always been curious about your attitude towards the old gods, do you believe in the old gods?" Osved finished, paused, and added with a blank face, "Stop talking about the nonsense that you like Fae. "

Kevin shrugged: "Actually, I have never quite understood what you mean by 'belief'? There is no doubt about their existence, so your 'belief' means believing that they still exist and can give people salvation and punishment? "

"Almost..." Apart from being a Fae fan, Osved doesn't have any special feelings for gods, so he can only understand other people's beliefs, "Some people always ask for help when they encounter hardships they can't get rid of. There is something that can support them to survive. After all, in the eyes of many people, the power of man is too small, but God is different. Besides, these hundreds of years have indeed been chaotic enough."

Kevin curled his lips into a smile, not sarcasm, but a little helpless, "It's quite conceivable. If it means that, then I don't believe in anything but myself."

What he said was actually very shameless, after all, this bastard used to be a god himself.

"Sure enough—" Osved raised the corners of his mouth silently: We are half a catty, and we are in the same line.

It can be seen that the young Lord Fassbender was very easy to subtly influence others in his thoughts, and the core of Sven's skin was inadvertently skewed Osved, whose three views had not yet been formed.

He actually likes to listen to Kevin say some thoughts in his heart, no matter how trivial. Probably because Kevin always wanders between the two extremes of being rude and doing serious things, whenever he opens his mouth, he is either looking for a call or talking about serious business, and he rarely mentions anything related to himself. 's private affairs.

All in all, it is not very lifelike.

Although Osved doesn't give a shit about anyone, and keeps talking with him all day, he's actually very happy to see him show a life-like or personal side in front of him, whether it's picky eaters or complaining about some people and things. As long as it's a side that others can't see, he likes it very much.

It's probably pretty sick too. Osved mocked himself inwardly.

But Kevin obviously didn't have the interest and patience to keep talking about these things, and his focus soon turned to Osved.

"It's warmer than before?" He wanted to drag Osved's hand to see what happened to the white hair, but he felt that his hand was warm - at least the temperature of his palm had returned to normal unconsciously, but he didn't know if it would be. It will not continue to rise, and it will repeat the previous alternation of cold and heat.

Osved made a sound of "um". When he was talking, he was not paying attention to himself. Now that Kevin pulled him back, he realized that he, who was still cold and stiff like a popsicle just now, has slowly recovered.

But the worst thing is... he has more white hairs on his hands.

When he thinks of Kevin's metaphor of "growing mold", his whole person is not well, and there is a faint urge to chop off his hand.

"It's okay, it's not ugly." Kevin, this bastard, not only has no empathy, but put on a calm expression, raised his hand to touch the tuft of white hair, and said, "Sometimes you don't know it yourself. How many things do you remember, and not all the dreams are ridiculous and unfounded, I think you are not far from the change... tsk, it's pretty touchable."

This bastard didn't get enough of it after touching it twice, so he tugged it again as if playing, and asked shamelessly, "Does it hurt?"

The emperor looked at him angrily, "What do you think? Your Excellency, are you addicted to your debts?"

Kevin wanted to ask Osved if something similar happened in the past, but now he knows it's definitely gone if he doesn't ask, otherwise he wouldn't be staring at the white hair with a stiff and surprised face.

He owes his hand to his hand, and it's not just a joke. After touching it twice, he raised his eyebrows and guessed: "If it's really the giant orc bloodline inherited from your grandfather, then your grandfather will definitely not be able to run away. Ferocious beast, this hair quality... It's not a white lion, a demon tiger or a snow wolf. Not bad, it's not a loss if it changes."

Osved: ​​"..." Can you please stop talking?

The young emperor really couldn't imagine that he would change from a human to a non-human, how could he not lose money? Besides, even if the dream is real, his grandfather, a pure-blooded giant orc, can be the same as his half-blood? In case it changes out to be missing arms and legs, or is the same as when Dan was stupid, and everything else has changed, but the head remains the same, can you still see it? !

If he is the only one staying in this secret passage now, the changes will also change, but there is someone next to him, and what is even worse is that he still has some other thoughts about this person.

What idiot would be willing to show his ugliness in front of someone he likes?

Osved thought arrogantly: Whoever loves to show it will show it, I don't show it anyway.

"The white lion's fur looks rougher than yours, so rule it out." Kevin didn't know anything about Osved's mental activity, and was still analysing the possibility as if he was playing with it.

"How do you know so much about hair? Perverted?" Osved slapped his idle paw away angrily, clenching his fingers into his palm to prevent him from seeing it.

"I've raised a lot before." After Kevin said, he thought for a while, and felt that it was not good to put gold on his face, so he corrected it slightly and said, "Standing."

The Radiant Temple once raised a lot of beasts. It was said to be raising a large valley in front of and behind the temple for those beasts to grow freely. Occasionally, he came to stand by and admire them, or lovingly. Touch their big heads. This person's taste is very vulgar and straightforward, and there is only one standard - the higher the value, the more like it. Therefore, most of the people who have been stocked by him are the more powerful and handsome lions, tigers, and wolves.

The lion is not very particular, the tiger wants the fangs, long fangs, and the rebellious temperament. The wolf prefers the snow wolf on the plateau, with a white body, calm eyes, and a shrewd heroic spirit. Kevin once felt that this kind of creature was simply his temperament, and this word was chased and complained by the goddess Thenis for two years.

He even raised a Sirius who was more beautiful than Xuelang. In addition to the temperament that Xuelang should have, he also had a pair of wings. It is a pity that there were not many in the world at first, and it is estimated that they have completely disappeared. After all, the age of the old gods is long gone.

"Okay." Kevin clapped his hands and stood up. In fact, he also felt that mixed blood, especially Osved, who only had so little blood, should not be affected by Betan Day as much as ordinary giant orcs, and it should not be possible to transform. A few more tufts of hair become claws and so on, so the analysis just now was just to tease him.

"Is the body temperature normal? Just leave when it's normal, don't waste it here." Kevin didn't hesitate to help this time, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to pull up the uncle, who was relying on him. Meteor strode ahead.

After all, the road of the secret road is artificially hard chiseled, and it is uneven. Occasionally, there will be stagnant water that seeps in from nowhere, forming a shallow depression in the depression. So that the footsteps, splashes, the breathing of the two, and the echoes were mixed together, and it did not appear to be quiet.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Kevin suddenly realized that Osved's footsteps had slowed down behind him, as if he had been left behind for a while.

"What's the matter with you?" He stopped, turned around and asked, but a protruding and curved stone wall blocked his view.

As a result, at the same time, he heard a strange sound from behind the stone wall...

Thinking about it carefully, it's like the sound of feather-winged things hitting the stone wall...

Kevin's heart suddenly jumped: because of the light of the fluorite, he saw a huge shadow cast on the wall opposite the stone wall. No matter how you look at it, it is not what a person would look like.