I mean... you're actually afraid of this kind of thing? Your Majesty the handsome and mighty emperor, have you ever been scared to cry by a ghost story when you were a child? "
The feeling of the tip of the bone scraping against the skin was oddly unnerving.
Oswald raised his hand and wanted to slap his claws away, but when he got close to him, he was afraid that he would slap the ghost's paws apart, so he stopped in a hurry, and replied angrily: "Fart your fart, just open your mouth!" Rumors. I haven’t shed a tear since I can remember, take it back!”
Kevin finished his mouth addiction, raised his eyebrows and closed his hands, continued to hold his paws and pointed out the window: "What did you say just now? I forgot when you interrupted me. Oh! Weather, and seasons. Spring and Autumn The sky heals faster, and you can see that the trees and fruits grow faster outside. The winter is too cold, and the blood is easy to stop, but the wound is easily damaged by freezing. If it is damaged, you have to cut it off manually, which is very troublesome. Yes. As for the summer like now, the temperature is high and the humidity is heavy, the meat is easy to rot easily if it is left to dry like this, and it will attract some insects by the way—"
He was reliable in the front, but it became more and more outrageous when he used metaphors later. He heard Oswald's brows beating, but he always accidentally followed his words to make up. Decided: "Okay, I understand, if you continue to describe it, I will stop your mouth. The healing process is affected by external factors... Are you really making it up?"
Kevin slightly put away the joking expression, and shook his finger: "I'm serious with you."
He said that he also took the initiative and said: "Although you finally found out with conscience and released me from the handcuffs, I probably have to stay in the house for the next two days, or if I go out for a walk, I will faint."
Oswald wished him not to go out for a walk, so naturally he had no objection.
Kevin thought for a while, and there was nothing to explain, so he waved away people: "What are you doing here, what should you do?"
Oswald had never seen such an injured patient waving his skeleton so vigorously in his life. For a moment, he simply didn't know how to treat him, and he hesitated and didn't want to leave just like that. He scanned his mind and asked, "Are you sure you don't need anything?"
"Probably not, oh yes—" The old man glanced at his bloody clothes like a rag, lifted his chin and said, "Please get me a bucket of water, I'll take a bath."
Oswald: "..."
Have you ever seen someone with two rotten arms standing upright in front of you asking for a shower
No.
Usually both arms are rotten like this, and they should faint if they don't die.
Oswald wanted to scold, but when he saw Kevin's invulnerable appearance, he became annoyed for a moment, and said angrily, "Are you still taking a bath like this? Scrape your two paws on your body a few times." If you can pull out shreds of meat, you can endure it for a day and die?"
Kevin looked as if he had seen a ghost: "I heard that you are the one who is obsessed with cleanliness, young master."
"I'm an unclean freak on vacation today! Even if you're blood rolling, I can bear it. It's only a blink of an eye for someone to change a new one. You just have to stay there." Oswald said.
Kevin gripped the corner of his clothes and trembled: "You don't have a backache when you talk, how about I change it with you, and you are covered in blood and stuffy for a night?"
He was only wearing a thin thin shirt, which was soaked in blood and almost stuck to his body. His waist and abdomen were stretched, and the lines of thin muscles could be vaguely seen. If you think about it in another place, it really won't feel good.
Oswald backed down: "Your arm can't get wet, so how about it, I'll have someone prepare water, you wipe yourself with a towel dipped in water, change your clothes, and make it through the night first."
"Alright." Kevin readily agreed.
Oswald asked Kevin to hide in the room for a while, and then recruited a few swift-handed servants to replace all the blood-stained things on the bed, and quickly wiped the floor clean.
Hot water was almost ready-made, and the servant had adjusted the temperature and brought it into the room.
"I'll just come from behind, you guys go out." Oswald took the towel, kicked everyone out, and closed the door again.
Those internal servants all abide by the rules, they don't look at what they shouldn't, and they never say what they shouldn't say. So Kevin stayed in this room for a few days, and no one knew about it when he left this corridor.
When Kevin heard the door knock, he came out from the inner room, walked over and said, "Put the towels here, you can do your work."
Oswaldgen ignored him, just soaked the towel in hot water at just the right temperature, and threw a sentence at Kevin without looking up: "Take off that rag."
Kevin: "..."
"If you wipe your body, you won't be able to control the emperor." Kevin laughed dryly, raised his hand and waved