Great! You have learned how to dig graves and lift coffins, right? ! "
Oswald retorted without hesitation: "Otherwise! If you don't confirm it, you rush out rashly? Why are you so interesting?"
"I've always been so funny—" Kevin raised his foot and was about to give him a kick.
As a grown-up in the army, it would be a dream to expect him to be gentle. Apart from a deceptive gentle face, Kevin has nothing to do with "gentle and gentle" from the inside to the outside.
As a result, as soon as his feet were lifted, Kevin suddenly came back from habitual mode: "..." Yes, the soles of the shoes are facing the emperor, how should I put them down as if nothing happened...
"..." Oswald finally remembered his current identity. He stared at the soles of the shoes in front of him for a while, and said mockingly, "Your Excellency Fassbinder can still kick so high after being dizzy for so many years. It's not easy."
Just as Kevin and Oswald looked at each other, the carriage door was tapped three times.
Kevin put down his legs without saying a word, turned his head and opened the door: "Who—"
Without saying a word, I saw the lion cub climbed into the carriage with a babble, and said: "That curly hair neither let me go, nor allowed me to climb a vulture, and insisted on driving me into the carriage."
"Curly hair? Which curly hair?" Kevin looked out, and saw Mio in front of him turning his head and waving at him.
Fortunately, you still have a little conscience.
Kevin muttered something in his heart, and dragged the boy into the car without saying a word.
Oswald snorted, frowned impatiently and said: "Why, you don't bother the brat now, and you still take one with you when you go out?"
The boy blinked, didn't ask for a seat, leaned against the corner, sat down cross-legged, and said, "No, I was beaten up by him several times yesterday."
Kevin: "..." What kind of blindness are you telling a stranger
The boy turned his head and sneezed towards the door, rubbed his nose that was a little swollen, and said in a low voice: "But he showed me yesterday that I was not the worst, he had brought a little boy about my age before Child, that one is worse than me, and I don't know which unlucky person it is."
Unlucky Oswald: "..."
Kevin grabbed a big vinegarberry from the fruit plate on the table and stuffed it into the boy's mouth without any politeness, gagging him tightly.
The boy was so sour that tears flowed down his face, and he really didn't care about making trouble.
Oswald said slowly: "Show off..."
Kevin looked serious: "No."
Oswald snorted shortly, rubbed his shoulders and walked around him, sat down firmly, propped his knees on one hand, and picked up a map laid out on the table with the other to continue looking, ignoring him any more. Kevin is gone. This person was sitting in a very rigid posture, with his knees stretched domineeringly, as if closing his long legs a little bit would make him feel wronged.
In short, he occupied the entire transverse seat by himself, the only place in the carriage where he could sit.
Kevin scanned his posture back and forth twice, leaning against the door of the car and said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, if you insist on stuffing me into the carriage, where are you going to let me sit?"
Oswald raised his eyelids, picked up half a glass of fruit wine on the table, and took a sip. Just as he was about to speak, the carriage wheels rang twice, and the carriage suddenly moved.
The vulture pulling the cart couldn't fly because it was too strong, but those huge wings were the best help when moving forward. With a flap of wings, the strong wind blows, and the carriage immediately gallops up.
Kevin, who was leaning back against the car door, was caught off guard and was thrown out by habit. He knocked over the square table impartially and slammed heavily on Oswald, knocking the silver cup in his hand so as not to die.
Kevin quickly propped his body up, adapting to his balance amidst the lightning speed.
After he managed to stabilize himself, he found that there was not a drop of the overturned fruit wine left, and it was all poured on Oswald's crotch, probably as retribution for him taking up two seats with his legs apart.
Oswald's face turned black instantly: "..."
He glanced down, and said to Kevin calmly, "Did your cerebellum run away from home? Why don't you just take a longer shot and fly out of the carriage?"
Kevin subconsciously wanted to say, "Your skin is swollen again, aren't you?" Fortunately, he was pulled back by reason before the exit.
It was rare for him to turn his face back, and he didn't expect Oswald to show him a seat. He simply sat down on the spot, leaning against the wall of the carriage, just like the boy. While closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, he thought worryingly: I can't help but want to beat up the emperor, how can this be good.
The wheels turned fast, Kevin bumped for a while, and actually fell asleep.
When he wakes up again,