The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 49

[Article 49]

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Osvid hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for several days, and finally lay on the desk for a while, and was woken up by this little beast, and was covered in eagle feathers and muddy water.

“…You can’t learn to land well, right?” Osvid wiped his face and patted his forehead, trying to wake himself up a bit, while pulling out the impressionist master Kevin’s from the small metal cylinder. masterpiece.

Blame the white-headed hill for not being very reserved, and then twisted by Kevin’s brush, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a serious thing.

Osvid frowned, stared at the lofty object on the parchment for a long time, and finally crumpled it up and threw it out with a blank expression.

It’s so hot…

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crumpled parchment rolled around outside the door, then was covered by the corner and was completely invisible.

Osvid sat in front of the desk and rubbed the sun heavily, and the little bit that he had just mentioned just now disappeared.

The long-term lack of sleep has left him in a deep irritability, mixed with an indescribable exhaustion and mental numbness. interest.

Bai Ying is a person who is aware of current affairs. It deeply feels that the person in front of him is covered with a layer of low air pressure, and it may catch anyone at any time. So after the task of delivering the letter, he rolled off the table, with four forks and eight edges. Lie down on the ground to take a breather.

When people are extremely tired, their thinking is always stray and erratic.

Osvid supported his head, flipped through the military newspaper two pages ago, and glanced at the still dark night outside the window. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the former Parsons Manor.

A few fragmentary pictures turned, and the sleepiness rolled up again –

it seemed to be a late spring afternoon, and it was raining outside in those days, with a few muffled thunder of late spring, rumbled over from a distance.

The tea room on the second floor of Parsons Manor was half blocked by the broad-leaved privet tree, and the lighting was not very good. On a rainy day, the whole room seemed dark and very dim.

Osvid sat on the chair beside the bed, with a volume of books in his hand, but his eyes kept staring at the garden path outside the window.

The trail continued straight forward, and it was the iron carved gate.

The old housekeeper Ian let out a “cough”, cleared his throat, and entered the room with a straight face: “Master, it is not a good habit to hold a book in a daze, and you will be punished.” The

young Osvid pursed his lips and turned his head .

, asked: “Isn’t that bastard coming today?”

The nasolabial lines on Ian’s face became deeper, “A polite gentleman should not address others like this. Lord Fassbender received the Legion’s transfer order yesterday, spring break. It ended a week early, and I have already left for the Royal City Camp. At that time, your fever has not subsided, so I didn’t tell you.”

Osvid heard that, and was fortunate at first, because he could practice a few less stupid ones. Fighter breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, he felt a little dull disappointment.

He couldn’t say what he was disappointed with.

He only thought that Fassbender was a bastard, but at least he was much more interesting than those servants.

The manor finally gained a little popularity, but now it’s scattered again, and it’s quiet and boring.

He stared at the carved gate at the end of the garden for a while, then turned to ask Ian, “Will he come back next spring break?”

Ian thought for a while, then shook his head and said truthfully, “There are generally only the first year in the army. The whole spring break, this is the recruit’s welfare, he should not be able to come next year.” What about the

year after?

He wanted to ask, but it should have been the same answer…

Another muffled thunder rolled past, and before he could get rid of the shallow disappointment, the scenery in front of him flashed, and the glass window in front of him turned into a wall, and then went to Two steps ahead, there was a half-open door, and a few maids were chatting lazily inside.

He vaguely heard one of them lowered his voice and said, “Have you not heard the reason why the master doesn’t like the young master?

” Not like?”

“He doesn’t look like Madame.”

“Madam has been seriously ill for several years, and she has lost her face. Can you see what she looks like?”

“That’s true.”

Osvid was by the wall Not moving, not wanting to move forward, to hear more clearly, or to step back.

Just as the maids were about to continue their speculation and discussion, a hand was placed on Osvid’s shoulder and patted gently: “Master, you haven’t read today’s book, so you can’t be lazy.

” Ian’s voice, but he turned his head to find the