The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking

Chapter 21

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The sky outside has turned blue and black, and the light is dim. At some point, he was covered with a blanket, or the kind of thick blanket used in winter, which wrapped him tightly from neck to toe, covered him with sweat, and almost went crazy with heat.

Kevin: "………………"

Such a wicked thing, no one else can do it after Oswald!

Kevin rolled his eyes, and wanted to whip him when he lifted the blanket, but saw that the young emperor who was sitting in the car had disappeared, not only that, but also the boy who was hiding in the corner.

He frowned, tightened his nerves, and listened for a while holding his breath, only to find that there was silence outside the car.

No, to be precise...it's the silence—the kind of silence that even disappears without a trace, and makes people's skin crawl.

Chapter 4

This kind of silence is what Kevin hates the most. It was as if all of a sudden everyone died, no longer existed, no past, no future in sight. It always brought back some not-so-good memories, although in reality, he knew what the hell was going on.

That is a desert race entrenched in the west of the continent. Because of its treacherous, weird and sinister movements, it is called Sand Ghost by most people. Every time a certain number of sand ghosts rush across the border, people within a radius of 100 meters will experience the hallucination of hearing and eyes being blocked-no sound can be heard, and no one can see anyone other than themselves.

Of course, the duration is very short, only about ten seconds or so.

But at such a critical moment on the battlefield, even ten seconds is quite fatal. Therefore, during those years when Kevin was the commander of the Bronze Army, most of his time was spent on "resisting the attack of sand ghosts", and he even "died" on such a battlefield in the end.

"Yin soul lingers..." Kevin turned cold, and pressed one hand on the handle of the short knife at his waist, tensing every nerve in his body...

This has almost become some kind of conditioned reflex.

click—

There was a sudden knock on the car door.

Kevin jumped up in an instant, went out with a knife, and nailed it hard to the car door.

His physique is not strong, his whole body is only covered with a layer of thin muscles, so there is no advantage in terms of strength alone. But years of experience made him well versed in offensive skills, so he pierced through the seemingly heavy car door. Between pulling and stirring, the door shaft broke, and the whole door collapsed.

Kevin: "..." What the hell? !

A gust of wild wind whizzed by the side of the car, and the stones brought up collided with the car, making a series of "click" collision sounds, exactly the same as the movement just now. A handful of fine grains of sand rushed in from the open car door, covering Kevin's face—

The sand ghost has gone, the hearing has recovered, and the hallucinations have disappeared.

"Very good, you removed my door less than five minutes after I came down." Oswald's voice sounded not far away, and as the rustling footsteps got closer, "Your Excellency Fassbinder, are you free?" Are you panicking?"

"Are you looking for a fight?" Kevin was annoyed by the sand ghost's attack, and he replied without thinking.

Oswald: "..."

"Are they really just passing by?" Kevin squatted on one knee by the car door, his posture unchanged, his defenses not loosened, and he carefully scanned the surroundings with a short knife in his hand, "How is it possible..."

Oswald walked closer, put his small arm on the door frame with a "bang", and said to him angrily: "This is a place of exile, not a battlefield. Sand ghosts 'purely passing by' are common here. things."

"Sand ghosts can turn any place into a battlefield, and they won't be able to learn how to write the word 'rules' in their next life." Kevin said coldly.

Oswald clamped the tip of Kevin's knife with two fingers, and moved him in a direction: "According to the old law of the Golden Lion Empire, people like you who hold a knife against the emperor will be hanged." Those who go up to the minaret to show the public are all luo."

"And this carriage door—" He kicked the smashed door on the ground again with his toe, sneered, and said concisely: "Pay."

Kevin: "..." Forgive your grandpa!

He buckled the dagger back to his waist, slapped Oswald's hand on the door frame away, and jumped out of the car.

After recovering hearing, the world outside the car suddenly became extremely noisy—

This is a very messy town. Houses and castles of different styles are mixed together, far or near, without any planning at all. It seems that the land is divided up, and one place can be occupied.

This town known as the "Land of Diaspora" is located at the crossroads of different ethnic forces, occupying the largest "crossroads" in the middle of the mainland, with the most cunning and fierce residents, the simplest and crudest