The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 2

[Part 2]

The lion screamed “Ow”, and was as stupid as he was humiliated: “…”

Before he could fight back, it was slammed aside by the monster’s tail.

With a sharp claws, it got up and tried to bow and lunge again, but the monster grabbed its throat and pressed it to the ground.

The monster breathed heavily, raised his free hand and pressed it around his neck. After a rough metallic fricative sound, the shaky “head” was unceremoniously lifted by him. He came down and threw it on the ground—it was an old-fashioned head armor covered in mud.

At the same time that the first armor was taken off, the rough edge hooked out a string that the eccentric was tucked under the collar, and a dark silver metal sheet was hanging on it. Fassbender.

The lock rope between the heavy armor pieces had long since been torn apart. Kevin took off the burden with little effort, leaving only a set of clothes and trousers that were no longer in their original shape. A short knife in between, and a cowhide bag that fell to the ground.

The lion pinched under his left hand was completely back at this time, struggling desperately. Although he was not an adult, his strength should not be underestimated.

The steel-blade-like claws made several deep mouths on Kevin’s arm, dripping with blood.

Kevin sighed in pain, frowned and said “tsk”, unbuttoned the short knife, and raised his hand to stroke its neck.

As a result, the lion was anxious, and suddenly the force of the bào burst was amazing, making Kevin’s hand numb, causing it to roll over and slip.

He probably understood that the man in front of him was also a savage master. The lion didn’t plan to continue to fight hard, and his figure nimbly took advantage of the hole and ran away. It’s just that the immature little beast escaped and took Kevin away. Dropped cowhide bag.

Kevin: “…”

He just crawled out of the mud. The series of fights were almost all out of survival. His limbs kept up, but his mind was still a little behind.

He was stunned for two seconds before he remembered what was in the cowhide bag. He rolled his eyes immediately, rubbed the back of the dagger with his thumb, raised his foot and chased after him.

The lion screamed “Ow” and flew with its four claws in front of it, wishing it could go straight to the sky.

However, it’s of no use… After all, it has been hungry for too long, and there are countless wounds on its body.

After a while, Kevin buckled the short knife back to his waist in one hand, carried the lion tied with the cane in the other hand, and found a relatively safe river and sat down.

Along the way, I also touched a few sour fruits and picked up a handful of dry branches, as if I wanted to roast meat on a rack.

“Are you still running? Huh?” Kevin asked, patting the lion’s head.

He had probably not spoken in too long, his voice low and hoarse.

Because it was too lazy to work hard, it was almost inaudible, but unexpectedly there was a more frightening sense of threat.

Lion: “…”

Kevin turned over the fur on its body and said while checking, “You don’t have any marks on your body, right? If you don’t, I’ll be welcome… After all, I’ve been hungry for a long time.

” There are two kinds of beasts, one is without special marks, that is, serious beasts, edible – you are their prey, of course, if they are fierce enough, they can also be your prey.

The other type with the tribe mark is not very serious. It is a giant orc. If you look closely, it is probably the same ancestor as Kevin thousands of years ago. One of the races, it is not very convenient to talk.

“There is really no mark, so you can only admit that you are unlucky.” Kevin hoarsely reassured him.

The lion looked horrified: “!!!”

Kevin piled up dry branches and dead leaves, took out the flint from the cowhide bag he grabbed, and glanced at the bag with a worried look to confirm the contents. It was all fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fortunately, it’s not broken…” He muttered, putting the cowhide bag aside, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally press it on it, and then lowered his head and rubbed the flint, intending to light a fire on the dry branches.

After a while, the lion, who had already confessed his fate and pretended to be dead, came alive again for some reason.

As if it could escape…

Kevin was afraid that he would roll around and crush the cowhide bag, so he couldn’t help raising his head to scare him, but was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the lion tied with the cane had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was replaced by a boy with brown hair about seven or eight years old.

He was about to break free from the loosened cane, his expression fierce, and his eyes on Kevin were full of hostility.

Kevin: “…” Well said seriously