Seizing the opportunity, blocked him from falling backwards. He couldn't be fooled again this time, it would be foolish to ask him again.
Unexpectedly, this time Kevin just looked at the dead leaves for a while, then turned his head and left, without any intention of continuing to talk.
Oswald: "..."
The entire Golden Lion Kingdom probably belongs to His Excellency Fassbender who dared to leave the emperor there alone...
In front of this cave-style settlement, there is a meandering path. There are also tall trees and dense grass on both sides of the path. In the first half of the road, there are insect lamps for lighting, but in the second half there is no such thing. kind of welfare.
Looking from a distance, from light to dark, it is pitch black, with no end in sight. It was as if there was a huge black animal mouth on the other side of the path, waiting for someone to walk in.
At the end of the winding path, Kevin folded his arms and stared at the darkness for a moment, then picked a bug lamp by the side of the road. Just as he was about to take a step, he heard the rustling of footsteps on dead leaves behind him.
"Are you going to look ahead?" Oswald's deep voice moved from far to near.
Kevin turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him, said "Yes", and nodded: "Why? Your Majesty wants to go together?"
Oswald's face was still cold under the light of the insect lamp, because of the protruding browbones and deep eye sockets, he was handsome and aggressive. He turned his head and raised his hand, as if he wanted to call the Ugin iron cavalry and the giant orc to go with him.
"It's nothing to worry about." Kevin pressed his hand down and shook the bug lamp in his hand. "There is no problem in front, just to see if there are any signs. Lighting is enough."
Oswald's shallow, almost transparent eyes narrowed slightly: "It's okay to put anything in your mouth..."
With a sarcasm in his mouth, he reached out and picked up a bug lamp by the side of the road, raised his chin, and said, "Okay, let's go."
Kevin laughed and strode forward.
The sac that wraps the insect lamp has been processed, and it looks really good in the hand, and it is quite elastic when it is pulled and pulled according to the rhythm of walking.
Oswald didn't bother to look at this thing carefully before, but now he couldn't help but bring the lamp to his eyes, and scanned it in a circle, "What is this made of?"
"Large intestine." Obviously he could say sausage casing, but Kevin chose such a word.
Oswald: "..."
He almost threw the filth in Kevin's face.
As soon as Kevin turned his head, he saw Oswald's extremely green face, and asked with the corner of his mouth upturned: "Young master, has he committed another cleanliness?"
Just fucking knew this bastard was doing it on purpose!
Oswald resisted the urge to throw the worm lamp out, turned his head with a sullen face, looked down at Kevin who was standing beside him, and said with a cold smile: "You're just trying to show off." Your Excellency Fassbender, have you ever seen a young master who is a head taller than you?"
He just minded that Kevin teased him in a tone that was biased towards the elders, and being called that at the moment was even more accurate. The last word "small" was bitten very hard by him.
Kevin curled his lips: "So what? Except for the giant orcs, everyone is almost a head shorter in front of you."
He walked while talking, and after a while, he shook the worm lamp and stopped, sighing: "Ah, we're here."
Chapter 29
Oswald paused when he heard the sound, held back his disgust and swept around with the worm lamp. The path under his feet ended here, and there were no obvious road marks in front of him. Instead, there was a large clump of trees taller than a person. The branches were thick and sharp, straight upwards, and each one was covered with fine thorns. In clusters.
At first glance, it looks like a tall thorn of overnutrition. It's just that these thorns are not alone. The winding vines on both sides of the road wind up along the roots of the thorns, almost becoming one with the thorns. The fat leaves hang down in layers, blocking the scene behind the thorn bushes.
"This is—" Kevin heard Oswald speak, "The road ends here? Where is Phae's tomb?"
Kevin shook his head, took a step forward, bent down and pawed twice on the side of the road. Pulling apart a few vines that were mixed together, he raised his chin and said, "Here - the monument."
Where his chin was pointing, there was a copper obelisk protruding obliquely from the soil.
I don't know how many years ago this obelisk was buried here. It is covered with flower-green rust, mottled and mottled, blocking most of the surface of the stele, revealing a decayed and heavy atmosphere.
Kevin switched the insect lamp in his left hand to his right hand, and hung it directly on the top of the monument. The yellowish light was projected from top to bottom, and some carving traces were faintly revealed from under the rust, but it was too vague