The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking

Chapter 47

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At that time, Oswald's reaction actually surprised him a lot.

After all, he could tell that although His Majesty the Emperor had a bad face all day long, when he stopped him, it was really out of kindness and concern. So much so that Kevin felt that Oswald had the potential of "masochism" at that time.

But this time it was different. Back then, although Oswald strongly opposed his proposal out of fear, he was never so angry.

So much so that Kevin directly put his surprise on his face.

Probably seeing his expression, Oswald's tightly clenched fingers loosened a little, and his sinking expression forcibly eased up, and he asked again: "What's going on with you? You're obviously not injured, but Suddenly he festered like this."

Kevin replied: "Because in the tomb, the physical condition is not stable. After all, this is not a place suitable for living people to stay. It should be better after going out."

As he spoke, he pointed to the arm held by Oswald, and said, "Did you see it? It's starting to heal."

As he said, after the shocking wound that almost exposed the bones expanded to the extreme, it healed towards the middle at a speed visible to the naked eye, first the muscles and bones, then the flesh.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do here. What should you be busy with? Don't you want the holy water? Just leave it here?" Kevin waved his hands, looking alive and kicking.

However, his body seemed to be devoted to hitting him in the face. As soon as he said this, the part of his neck near his shoulders began to fester again. It probably hurt a lot because of the movement, which made him frown slightly.

Oswald: "..."

Kevin: "..."

To be honest, both the process of ulceration and expansion and the process of healing are quite blinding and very unsightly. Compared with the small opening in the wrist last time, these are much more scary.

In Kevin's view, this kind of thing is really not suitable for inviting people to share, so he "coughed", moved his fingers, and raised his eyebrows at Oswald: "Almost, my hands are covered Your grip is numb, and my neck is being pulled even harder by you, so let me move around first."

Oswald clutched his wrist and didn't respond immediately. He still kept his eyebrows lowered and stared at the wound. He didn't know if he didn't hear him or he was thinking about something else. After a while, he raised his head and let go of his fingers, nodding his head and uttering a word slowly: "Okay."

There was nothing wrong with the content of the close conversation in just a few minutes, but the atmosphere was really weird. When Kevin withdrew his hand, he habitually took a step back before he began to pinch his wrist to activate the blood.

Oswald had already turned and walked towards the crowd. When he turned his head, his expression was very solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Kevin heard him order to Wujin cavalry: "Whoever's water bag is empty, come over and fill it with holy water."

After saying that, he turned around and searched again, and asked, "Where is the medical officer? Where is the medical officer?"

"Your Majesty, I'm here. I knocked on my leg and got a little cramp. Do you have any orders?" The medical officer raised his hand near the ruins as a signal, struggling to get up.

"Alright, don't move, I'll go over there." Oswald said, he lifted his foot and stepped over a few gravels, walked up to the medical officer and squatted down, and asked the medical officer a few words in a low voice.

Kevin withdrew his gaze, and didn't continue to pay attention to the movement over there, only thinking about things related to the curse.

But just a moment later, the familiar sound of steady footsteps approached again. Kevin raised his head helplessly, and saw Oswald waving at him, saying, "Let them pour holy water, don't pretend to be there, come here and pack up and prepare to go back."

Kevin nodded, and walked over. When he came to Oswald, he turned his head and said in a low voice with a straight face: "Such a big wound, it won't heal quickly, I I took some medicine powder from the medical officer."

"I don't need yào powder..." Kevin couldn't laugh or cry, "It hasn't been applied yet, the wound has healed, and when the wind blows, it has no other use except to smear my face—"

Before he could say "yes", Oswald relied on his stature, supported the back of his neck with one hand, and covered his face with the other.

Kevin only felt a scent of flowers and yào rushing straight to the front, filling his nasal cavity in an instant, and the next second he felt a deep drowsiness, his head seemed to be poured into a thick swamp, which disturbed him not open.

His eyes darkened, and one last thought flashed through his chaotic mind: Are you so blustery that you actually plot against me? !

Then he fell unconscious.

Except for the words of Oswald's anxious eyes, there was nothing between the two of them.