The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking

Chapter 65

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On the pillar, what is the blood pouring into, undead-Fassbinder? What are you doing here? "

Kevin withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door, and said, "Come to discuss something with Your Majesty."

Oswald: "Come in."

Kevin stepped into the room, and saw Oswald sitting by the bed holding a book not much thinner than the Codex. The pretty little girl was lying on the bed, her black eyes were wide open, staring at Kevin curiously.

"This is—" Kevin raised his eyebrows.

The little girl quickly replied, "Uncle O is reading me a bedtime story."

She probably couldn't speak Oswald's name very well, so she shortened it to one word.

"Uncle?" Kevin was taken aback.

"Hmm." For some reason, Oswald didn't seem to want to mention this, so he just answered dryly and brought it over. He probably felt that "reading a story" was a bit embarrassing, so he turned his head and said to the little girl angrily, "Are you crazy again? Are you still sleeping?"

The little girl immediately yawned and said cooperatively, "I'm sleepy now."

Oswald: "..."

Kevin took a few steps closer, glanced at the cover of Oswald's book, "Calendar? Which paragraph are you reading?"

Oswald replied casually: "The part where the Bright Phae wiped out the rebels."

Kevin was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at him with a complex expression.

"What?" Oswald raised his eyelids.

Kevin cast a sympathetic glance at the little girl: "If I remember correctly, the second half of this episode is bloody and cruel. Dead bodies are everywhere and blood flows into rivers. Are you coaxing people to sleep or are you trying to scare them?"

Oswald snorted, and said: "There is only such a reliable one in the old school. If you don't read him, who should you read? Besides, this battle was fought decisively and saved countless people. The kid should listen to more heroic stories." Not afraid."

The little ghost under the quilt said very face-savingly: "Ao likes Guangming Faer the most. He has read this story for a year, and I can recite it, so I won't be afraid."

Oswald: "..."

Kevin: "..."

The young and handsome Emperor finally couldn't hold back his face. He threw the book in anger when Kevin looked at the beast, and walked to the door with a dark face: "What's the matter? If you look at me like that again, I will ask the guards to kill you." Hang the tower for one night."

"Oh, I just want to say that copying the Codex costs pen and paper, and it's not worth it. Let's make a compromise, how about I read it to you?" Kevin said, tapping the cover of the Codex with his knuckles, smiling gracefully: "Just a bedtime story."

Oswald looked at him blankly for a while, raised his finger and pointed to the door, and said two simple words: "Dream. Get out."

Kevin snorted: "I suddenly miss you ten years ago."

Oswald: "What?"

Kevin: "You can beat me with just raising your hand."

Oswald: "..."

His Excellency Kevin Fassbender's fifty times of penalty copying has become one hundred times.

And the young Emperor His Majesty almost suffered from insomnia.

The thrilling and excessive experiences in the past few days, the reappearance of Kevin who has been "dead for many years", and the bastard who loved to walk him back then still loves to walk him, and I don't know which of these three things is more exciting. In short, Oswald stared at the curtains on the top of the bed for a long time without feeling sleepy at all, and he fell asleep for a while until early in the morning.

Just for a moment, he dreamed of Kevin.

Chapter 16

The spring in the old Parson family manor is actually very good. There is a broad-leaved Chamomile tree in the back garden. The huge shade can always cover the refreshment table, and the sunlight that leaks down is just right. And the new berries poking out of the bars were pretty juicy bright reds, though they were always going to be plucked bald.

Oswald is the master who destroys fruit with his hands.

Because he has nothing else to do besides reading books and destroying flowers and fruits.

The eight-year-old young master of Parson's old manor was gloomy and difficult, this was what the few servants in the manor often said in private. But in fact, they didn’t have much contact with Oswald. Apart from preparing three meals and tidying up the house every day, they hardly appeared in front of Oswald.

No one playing around, and no going out, these two points are enough to make an eight-year-old boy crazy. What's more, he is still in a state of being abandoned in disguise - the Parson family has already moved to New Manor, where his father and three brothers who don't even know what they look like are there.

All they left to Oswald was an old house, a few servants who didn't wink, and an old butler Ian who always had a stern face.

Ian is a critic, he can't understand many things