The steps under his feet were fluttering again, and his dizziness became worse.
Kevin quickly gave him a hand, and said angrily, "Admit that you can die if you are sick?"
Oswald nodded solemnly: "Yes."
Kevin: "..."
The great former Guangtou once gave birth to such a thing as "conscience". Seeing the emperor's stubborn appearance, he wanted to give him two kicks. But he thinks that, as an elder, he should show full understanding and tolerance to young people once in a while—let them be tough if they talk hard, anyway, it won't be him who faints when the time comes.
"Okay, okay, you are not sick, you are burning heart, okay?" Kevin let go of his hand slightly angrily, "Take two steps and try to see if you can keep a straight line. If you can, we will continue on our way. Rest here for a while."
Oswald: "...you can't tell the difference between drunk and dizzy."
His Majesty the Emperor stopped this sentence, walked away with a cold face and raised his chin, looking very proud. However, just two steps away, Kevin grabbed his wrist and said, "Okay, let's rest here for a while." If he walked any further, he might hit the wall with his head tilted.
"No!" Oswald rejected the proposal with a wave of his hand.
Kevin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Who was it that said you were not in a hurry to go? Now you don't need to rest now. After all these years, your rebellious psychology hasn't recovered, right? Do you want me to treat you again?"
Oswald snorted.
"Okay, my legs are so tired that I can't even take a step. Your Majesty the handsome emperor, please sit down where you are, and rest for a while?" Kevin folded his arms and squinted at him, Talking lukewarmly, he thought to himself: For the sake of your kid's illness...
Oswald knew in his heart that this bastard was rarely given a step, and if he didn't roll down the steps, he might really have to do it later. So he didn't hold back any more, and gave a deep "hmm" and hummed, "That's fine."
Kevin: "..." It's really enough to kick your nose and face, saying that you are fat and panting.
The two didn't pay attention anymore, and sat down directly leaning against the wall.
Oswald didn't think he was serious when he was holding on just now, but when he relaxed now, all the symptoms became more serious and rushed forward. Dizziness, dizziness, dizziness. The heart and the blood vessels connected to it all over the body felt abnormally full, as if they were inflated with air and might explode at any time.
Although Kevin has been running on him with his mouth, he is still worried in his heart. It's funny to say that the reason for his worry is actually exactly the same as Oswald's blunt reason - he just stayed up all night. With Oswald's physique and physical quality, how could there be such a big reaction? ! This is obviously not some kind of fatigue, nor is it a simple fever.
For the convenience of marching, this secret road was built not too narrow, just enough for a vulture with half-spread wings to pass through. Kevin sat across from Oswald, with his elbows resting on his bent knees, stroking the lines on the handle of the dagger while staring at Oswald.
Seeing the emperor with his eyes closed and his head drooping, his brows furrowed, and his thumb slowly pressing down on the sun xué, he no longer had the energy to speak.
How will it be affected...
Kevin ran through the people who appeared and what happened that day and night in his mind—his appearance does not seem to be accumulated over a long period of time, and the sudden illness can only be caused by some sudden appearance of. What could it be…
Is it the secret hidden in the water platform of the official court? Or was it that a certain minister or conductor in the meeting of twelve secretly moved? Or is it-
Angel
Kevin couldn't help but think of the young man he met on the corridor of the Hanging Palace early in the morning. He was holding a bunch of Doro sacred flowers in his hand and said that he had brought them to show Xinya. What's wrong with that flower
Thinking about it carefully, it was after that that Oswald felt his eyes darken for the first time.
But there was no abnormality in himself who was also present, and Xinia seemed to be alive and kicking...
In fact, Kevin has always had complicated thoughts about Angel. On the one hand, he felt that the origin of this young man was not clear, and he seemed too tactful and reserved, not as straightforward as Ban, so it was not easy for people to trust him completely. But subconsciously, like the little girl Sinia, he felt that Angel was gentle and harmless, making it unbearable to be wary of him.
That's why he has kept Angel living in the barracks, trying to keep him under his nose as much as possible, so that he won't be obviously alienated and guarded, and on the other hand, he can control his actions.
But so far, this kid has never had anything suspicious.
If it wasn't Angel, then