The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 35

[Article 35]

Love – no tassels on the curtains, no symmetrical plates, no table lines that are a little crooked.

He especially disliked Osvid, because the unfortunate boy had nothing to do with the rules.

Said to be a housekeeper, in fact, Ian is more like a rigid and difficult teacher. His life’s work is to stroke Osvid from the hair to the heels and twist it into a well-behaved straight line.

The abnormal growth environment made Osvid enter the rebellious period early, which probably stemmed from energy, just as the hoof kicked harder, it was easier to attract attention.

It’s a pity that he did not attract the attention of the elders of the family, but he did attract Kevin’s training.

Kevin was found by Ian.

Because the picky old housekeeper found that the eight-year-old Oswald was no longer something he could screw.

“Hello little guy, I’m Kevin Fassbender, and I’m in charge of teaching you swordsmanship and fighting from today.” This is what Kevin said when he first appeared in front of Osvid.

At that time, Kevin seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was in the transition period between juvenile and adulthood. He wore the standard trousers of the Reserve Corps, with a narrow waist and narrow legs, like a saber in a sheath.

Although His Excellency Saber is sitting at the tea table, with Erlang’s legs crossed, eating shortbread, his posture is not very solemn.

But it is undeniable that Osvid’s first impression of him was very good.

Young boys always hold an inexplicable yearning and admiration for those big boys who look sharp and calm.

Kevin patted off the shortbread crumbs in his hand, and rolled his eyes, “I heard that you hate being patted on the top of your head. It’s a coincidence that I don’t like it either.” He got up and took two steps forward, then He

bent down, stretched out a hand, and said with a smile, “I hope I won’t make you feel offended.”

His fingers were long and clean, as good-looking as he looked.

Eight-year-old Osvid, who had not fully woken up from the sleepiness of his nap, stared at the hand for a while before reaching out to hold it.

He put on a young master’s face and said, “I don’t hate you.” He quite liked it.

In the shade of the tree, the spring spotted bird chirped, and Osvid woke up.

Sitting on the large bed, he pinched his eyebrows, and when he heard the muffled thunder outside, he suddenly lost the interest in continuing to sleep, so he simply pulled a piece of clothes and put it on, and strode out the door.

It was not yet dawn, and it was pouring rain outside.

He waved at the night guard in the corridor, indicating that he did not need to follow, then walked around the corner and walked to the door of the study.

The door of the study was left open, and the people inside were lying on their stomachs, lying on the table and falling asleep.

Osvid: “…”

He simply folded his arms and leaned against the door, waiting to see when Lord Fassbender would find out about his arrival.

Probably because the scene in the dream just now was too gentle and peaceful, Osvid rarely lost the anger in his heart, and seemed extra patient.

It’s a pity that Kevin slept very deeply for some reason, and he didn’t mean to wake up at all.

Osvid listened to the sound of the rainstorm outside the corridor, watched him for a while, and finally straightened up and walked into the study.

Kevin leaned his face sideways on his left arm, his right hand rested on the opened Codex, a stack of parchment was pressed under the Codex, and there was a pen on the edge, the tip of the pen rubbed several ink dots on the paper, Very messy.

Osvid squinted and stared at Kevin for a moment, then raised his right paw from the Codex, and put the Codex aside to reveal the paper underneath.

Sure enough, not a single word was copied!

But the paper is not blank, except that there is no word, everything is there.

His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was sitting in the solemn study room, using Emperor Jingui’s pen to draw a bunch of monsters and monsters on fine parchment.

Osvid was fortunate enough to have seen Kevin’s painting skills a few times back then. With his extraordinary imagination and understanding of Kevin, he guessed that there were mountain rabbits that were fatter than pigs and giant armors that were uglier than kings. A sea turtle, a lion with a stupid bear face, a plucked vulture, a black eagle like a chicken cub…

There is also a huge fork next to it, which vividly expresses a word – beasts are not as good as animals.

Osvid: “…” Nine

times out of ten, this complaint is also directed at him. After all, it is really not something that people can do to punish the code for copying a hundred times.

He glanced sideways at Kevin, took out the parchment angrily, and was just about to use a pen to mark “I have read it, plus a penalty”, when he found that Kevin had also drawn something on the parchment below.

It should be a human face, with two eyes drawn asymmetrically, one large and one small, with a staggered nose in the middle.

There’s a bunch of mess around