It flew past his face and landed on the ground a little ahead. Oswald closed the door behind his back, took two steps to pick up the thing, and instantly turned green, it was a boot.
Two seconds later, the emperor yelled faintly outside the door: "You actually threw your boots at me, don't you want to live?!"
His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was still very arrogant one day, but he couldn't be arrogant the next day, because after a night of sleep, his two ghostly bone claws finally completely lost consciousness, and he was not affected by it. Take control.
He couldn't even sit up on the bed, his skeleton arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.
Kevin: "..."
Fortunately, since he was imprisoned here, my dear emperor, he has developed the habit of running here every morning and evening according to the three meals, which made Kevin think that the place where he lived was not a dormitory, but a living room. Roll call hall.
The chicken didn't even have his time.
So when Oswald opened the door early in the morning and came in, Kevin, who was paralyzed on the bed, put all the series of weird feelings of last night behind him, and he nodded kindly at Oswader and said: "Morning Ah, Your Majesty."
Oswald didn't notice the problem at first, leaning against the door and crossing his arms, he said, "It's the first time in my life that I saw someone lying on the bed and greeting someone."
Kevin rolled his eyes: "Didn't you see it now?"
"When are you going to wait? They have prepared breakfast, and they are going to bring it over." Osway asked.
Kevin: "...do me a favor."
It was unprecedented for him to ask for help on his own initiative. Oswald raised his eyebrows and said with a curious expression: "What's the matter, tell me."
"I probably can't get up, I can't feel my hands, you help me sit up." Kevin said.
Oswald: "..."
He was almost stunned for a moment, then immediately straightened his body, strode to the bedside and bent down to look at Kevin's finger bones: "What do you mean you don't feel it?"
"It didn't move all night, it's rusted." Kevin thought of a very reasonable explanation, "Stop talking nonsense, get me up."
Oswald didn't taunt him anymore, but frowned, holding his head and sitting him up.
"It's fine, it's fine, just lean against the head of the bed, I'm fine in other places." Kevin said.
"Lump forward." Oswald said, tucking a cross pillow behind Kevin to prevent him from being too uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, breakfast is ready for Your Excellency Commander." The servant outside the door reminded in a low voice.
Oswald did not let the servant come in, but went to bring the dinner plate by himself and put it on the bedside table.
Kevin: "..."
Oswald: "..."
The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Oswald couldn't help raising one corner of his mouth, and calmly said: "It seems that you can't do it yourself."
Kevin silently glanced at the plate full of sumptuous food, and then glanced at Oswald, only to feel that the four words "Happy to hear and see" were written on the face of this bastard. Obviously, this guy is very keen on being subdued.
"You should be thankful that I didn't follow your example when I was a child, and learned to be an earth-shattering bastard. Otherwise—" Oswald said casually: "It must be at this time, holding the food by your mouth, saying : 'You can eat if you want, please ask me'."
Kevin: "... Are you out of your mind?"
There are probably not many people in the world who want to pay back such a debt, and even the emperor can't help being amazed at him.
Oswald smiled inwardly, with a tense face, and with a condescending evening lady face, he delivered the food in the tray to Kevin's mouth spoon by spoon.
The one being served was not conscious at all, and commanded very calmly: "Shrimp soup, two bites."
"Give a sweet fruit."
"A bite of rye bread."
"Not this one."
Oswald stared at the two plantain leaves on the silver fork: "... You've been alive for so many years and you're still a picky eater, why don't you?"
Kevin didn't understand: "How long have you lived is directly related to whether you eat or not?"
Oswald: "To be reasonable, you need to eat more Pulan leaves to nourish blood."
Kevin sneered and didn't care: "My two arms haven't been sealed yet, and the blood has just been filled on them, and the wound should bleed. Are you stupid?"
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Oswald was full of anger when he saw him like this.
In short, no matter how you say it, the great and handsome former Guangming and current commander is extremely disgusted with Pulan vegetable leaves. He described it like this: "The taste of this thing always reminds me of the blue-colored leaves nestled deep in the Andorha jungle soil. Softworm."
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