mentioned. He said that he was there throughout your funeral. After the coffin was lowered, he and several officers of the Bronze Army spent the whole day in front of the tombstone, and they didn't leave until dusk. With such a small space in the coffin, you can still live if you are stuffy for a whole day? "
Kevin: "..."
Oswald's eyeballs were lighter in color than when he was a child, almost transparent, like the most shrewd snow wolf in the Mogao Icefield. When he looked straight at him, he had a sense of arrogance and clarity.
"Okay...you wait." Kevin got out of bed from the other side, closed the window tightly, and then walked to Oswald and asked, "Is there any handy weapon? Like a dagger or a short knife? Fruit knives are also Same."
Oswald: "..."
What he said seems to be trying to seek power and usurp the throne.
"Oh, I don't mean anything else, just borrow it." Kevin added.
"Try taking another step with bare feet." Oswald told him to roll back on the bed, walked aside by himself, took out a black gold dagger from behind the full-length mirror and threw it to him.
Kevin caught it, flicked off the sheath of the dagger, and drew a line on his wrist without blinking.
"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" Oswald grabbed the dagger.
"Hey—take it easy." Kevin waved his hand nonchalantly, and raised his wrist to his eyes, "Look carefully."
Oswald shut his mouth unwillingly, but his face was still not very good-looking. He probably still thought Kevin was a little crazy. He looked at the bleeding wound with a dark face, ready to call someone in to give Kevin medicine to stop the bleeding.
But after a while, his face changed.
Because the wound had stopped bleeding by itself, and in just a few seconds, most of it healed. It was a very miraculous process, the cracks in the skin were re-kneaded together at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even scabs, as if there had never been a scratch.
If it weren't for the two drops of blood left on the ground, Oswald would have suspected that he was sleepwalking just now.
Kevin shook his intact wrist in front of him: "Do you understand why I lie to fool people now?"
Chapter 18
The entire bedroom fell silent for a moment, and after about a century, Kevin finally confirmed that the young emperor was so shocked that he could no longer speak.
Although Oswald has been a bear since he was a child, but thanks to the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the old housekeeper Ian, he still looks like a noble young master in some aspects, such as "life can be given, but face must not be lost"-even if the heart is turbulent and the sky is shattered, the face He also had to hold on tightly, appearing to be composed and calm. If you really can't hold back anymore, just squint your eyes slightly, and your momentum and big style will come up all at once.
It's a pity that this method is not very effective now, he still couldn't control it in the end, and his eyes widened a bit.
It was rare for Kevin to see him seeing a ghost. He thought it was very interesting, so he couldn't help but owed him another hand, tapped Oswald's chin with a dagger and said, "Are you scared? Are you wearing clothes all over your body?" How dare you, Your Majesty."
Oswald: "..."
After another century, he finally regained his soul, narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered in an extremely restrained voice: "How could this happen?"
Kevin twirled the dagger and raised his chin at him: "It's late, don't squint, your aura can't be saved, don't pretend to be old and not lively when you are young."
Oswald, who didn't want to be lively at all, was too lazy to answer Kevin's teasing, and the topic was not taken away at all: "When did you find out that you have this ability?"
Kevin: "Forget it, it's born like this."
"Born..." Oswald muttered, his eyes just glanced at the volume of "Second Book" placed by Ian's bed, and a thought flashed through him: "Could it be an atavism?"
The Ona tribe is called "the relic of the world", and the reason is self-evident.
This continent has experienced the old era where the stars were shining, and then experienced the post-era when the stars were destroyed, and then after a hundred years of barrenness, it gradually formed the current pattern. During this long period of time, Ouna, as the legendary direct lineage, changed completely and failed to inherit any strength.
But people always have some delusions: Maybe someday there will be a few atavistic elements.
This is a deep-rooted racial obsession, especially after being violently suppressed by the sand ghost and kneeling for hundreds of years, this obsession is even stronger, and it has been passed down from generation to generation in a subtle way.
Oswald’s family environment was quite special when he was a child. There were no parents and elders to nudge him. The only old butler Ian who liked to nagging him liked to use "Second Book" as a requiem and condolences, while he