The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 66

[Article 66]

, said hello.

Right in front of his toes, there was a corpse of a tree spirit lying there curled up, and there was no problem just looking at it.

“Your Majesty, look at this tree spirit, is there anything special about it?” The team leader had relatively more contact with Osvid on weekdays, and no one else was so afraid of him.

Osvid lowered his eyelids and glanced, then retracted his gaze with disgust, and said, “It’s very ugly.” The

leader: “…”

His Majesty, the young and handsome emperor, probably sees himself a lot on weekdays, and has always been very insensitive to his appearance.

He always believed that he was not a superficial person and would not be fooled by a pretty face.

But in fact, he is not very sensitive to his appearance just because his aesthetic starting point is a little high –

people who are good looking are always at the level of “personal” in his eyes, and those who stand out are at most “personal”. At the level of “can see”, the rest of the human base hovers between “not very good to see” and “not even personal”.

Because the overall span is not large, it gave the emperor the illusion that “self-feeling is more important than appearance”.

But the lying old tree spirit really challenged Osvid’s aesthetic limit a little bit, and he felt sorry for himself at a glance.

The leader let out a “cough”, pointed at the tree spirit with the tip of his sword and said, “Your Majesty, look at it.”

He said, poking the body of the tree spirit with the tip of the sword.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the tree spirit, which had maintained its dead appearance, suddenly turned into a pile of dust and powder mixed with dead branches and rotten leaves, and the whole thing collapsed.

It happened that a gust of wind from nowhere swept through, and the tree spirit was like dust in the forest, dispersing in the air.

“Cough—” Osvid frowned, clenching his fist against his lips and coughing twice.

Compared with Kevin, who has been on the battlefield all the year round, Osvid can be regarded as a clean freak.

Although he had very little contact with relatives and elders since he was a child, and was confined in the old manor, almost no one cared about him, but generally speaking, he was still living as a young master. In addition, he had an obsessive-compulsive butler like Ian who taught him every day. Both are difficult.

He especially hates this kind of dusty things, but from the sand ghost before to the tree branch now, one or two likes to grind their own corpses, which is simply detrimental to others.

With a disgusted “tsk” on his face, he raised his hand and waved it twice, sweeping away the dust and mist: “What’s going on

here?” The leader shook his head: “I don’t know, there was a

The one lying there, was just scattered before I could speak to you.”

“Give me the sword.” Osvid sullenly took the long sword from the leader’s hand, the remaining dead branches on the ground. dialed.

After the dust was scattered, these things were no different from the ordinary dead leaves accumulated on the ordinary forest floor, which were brown-black due to the slight dampness.

The Ujin Iron Cavalry, who was responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, encountered such a situation-after the corpses of the dryads were displayed for a while, they changed when they touched it, becoming what Osvid and the others saw.

It didn’t take long for the ground here to be covered with a thin layer of dead leaves, and the dust was buried in the soil.

“I actually think this is what this place should look like.” Nick couldn’t help saying.

The crowd listened and neither laughed nor refuted, because they felt the same way.

“The ashes of this thing are a bit unique…” Dan thought about the half of the red fruit he ate just now, maybe he had absorbed this kind of thing, and his face suddenly turned greener.

The little lion class patted him pretending to be old-fashioned, and said earnestly: “It’s all in your stomach, so don’t think about it.”

Dan: “…”

Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. He feels that this kid has not learned anything else from the little white-faced commander. He has learned to chat first, which is really great!

“What are these tree branches…” Osvid returned to the eaves, stared at the layer of dead leaves from a distance, and asked in a low voice.

Kevin shrugged, as if he didn’t quite know.

But after a while, he still opened his mouth and said: “You said… what could be living next to the cemetery?”

Osvid thought for a while and said, “Gravekeeper?”

Kevin didn’t say anything.

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His beautiful black eyes were like a layer of organic glaze under the reflection of the fire of the insect sac, moist and translucent.

Because of the slightly drooping eyesight, the thick eyelashes cast a curved shadow under the lower eyelid, giving his eyes an indescribable complex meaning.

Osvid gave him a strange look, wondering why it was like he was going to die again.

He remembered that he had asked a question before, and this bastard was arrested.