He slapped heavily.
Kevin turned his head and found that it was Mio swimming over with a wine glass.
"Aren't you weak in hands and feet and unable to move around? Why are you alive again at this time?" Mi Ao, who had been a shield for more than a month, squinted at him with a dissatisfied expression on his face.
Kevin spread his hands very calmly: "I'm fine now."
Mio: "What about tomorrow?"
"Oh, it depends on tomorrow's state, I'm intermittent, it's hard to say." Kevin opened his eyes and said nonsense, his face didn't even blush.
"Eh? When will you live in the military camp? I heard that your highness is pestering you every day to prevent you from leaving?" Mio asked vaguely with a piece of bacon in his mouth.
It was true that Sinya stalked him badly before, but it wasn't Sinya who stalked him these two days. In fact, after Oswald woke up yesterday, Kevin had nothing to worry about, so he planned to go back to the barracks, but in order to coax him to stay in the palace, a certain person did everything he could, and he was a rascal to the extreme. At the end when Kevin nodded in agreement, that shameless thing put away his rogue face again, raised his chin, and said "Since you are so sincere, I will let you stay here for a night" , I don’t know what kind of disease this has, it’s extremely childish.
Kevin rubbed the center of his brows, nodded without saying a word, and said, "Yes, in two days, I will find a way to ask the medical officer for some obsession, and give him a bowl. It would be best to faint for seven or eight days."
Mio: "Miyào?!"
Kevin raised his eyebrows: "You can't play duyào, can you?"
Mio: "..." What does it mean to be a cowardly person? That's it!
"What about Your Majesty? How's the situation today?" Mio, as a loyal general, expressed moderate concern for the immediate emperor. However, the person being questioned ran the train with his mouth full of words and had no serious words.
Kevin drank the remaining fruit wine in the glass, and said casually: "It's been a day, and I saw someone biting someone, so fierce that I almost couldn't hold him back. I fed him a handful of yào and came over."
Mio: "..." What did you say? !
"Oh, just kidding, have you lost your sense of humor, Mr. Mio Scott?" Kevin slowly ate a plate of fried shellfish, wiped his hands with a napkin, and ate a lot of different fruit wines. He chose the ones with good taste and good looks, and said to Mio: "Your Majesty expresses deep regret for not being able to participate in the celebration—" which means that it took a day.
"I explained it to me, Ian, and Peter who came over in the morning in detail, so that everyone must have a good time." In fact, it is to see who bites whom.
Kevin repeated it in a more acceptable way for Mio, and then said politely: "If you don't worry about drinking later, you can visit him, anyway, he sleeps late."
After saying this, he decisively picked two glasses from several rows of wine glasses, greeted Mio, and left the hall before all the demons came to drink.
Kevin returned to the inner courtyard with two glasses of fruit wine, and went straight into the emperor's bedroom.
Oswald was leaning on the bedside and flipping through an old book. From the side view, it was thick enough to kill a person, and there was no other possibility except the "Calendar". One end of an iron chain was cuffed to his left wrist, and the other end was tied to a copper post at the head of the bed.
The chain was long enough for Oswald to go all the way around the room, but he couldn't get out.
When Kevin tied it to him, he refused, but Kevin threw him a "reciprocity", and he obediently accepted his fate. Just handcuff it, it's just for fun.
"Yo—Your Excellency Commander, you still know to come back." Oswald raised his eyelids from the book, and stabbed calmly, "I thought you were not responsible for handcuffing, so you turned around and ran away."
Kevin raised the two glasses of wine in his hand and said: "I don't say anything else, I still have a conscience. After all, it's an annual festival, and it's really miserable not to see a glass of wine. Come, pick a drink."
Chapter 75
Oswald glanced at him very suspiciously, and when his eyes fell on the two glasses, a row of big words was written on his face: Which of these two glasses should I drink to die slower
Kevin sat down on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, crossed his legs, and said angrily: "What kind of eyes are you? It seems that I will lay dusk in it. Is my character so worrying for you?"
"It's not worrying." Oswald shook his head, "It's because you don't have such a thing as character."
Kevin raised his foot and gave him a slap: "The wings are hard and I don't want to kill you."
He gave this kick very perfunctorily. Obviously, even he himself felt that Oswald's words were 70% reasonable. But even such a perfunctory kick is still not