The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 9

[Part 9]

It was already dark blue outside, and the light was dim.

At some point, he was covered with a blanket, or the thick blanket used in winter. It was tightly wrapped from neck to feet, making him sweat and almost crazy.

Kevin: “…………………………”

Such an immoral thing, no one else can do it out of Osvid!

Kevin rolled his eyes, opened the blanket and wanted to slap him, but saw that the young emperor who was sitting in the car had disappeared, not only that, but even the boy in the corner disappeared.

He frowned, tightened his scriptures, and listened for a while with bated breath, only to find that it was quiet outside the car.

No, to be precise… Silence – the kind of silence that even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace, making one can’t help but get goosebumps.

Chapter 4

This silence is what Kevin hates most.

It was as if everyone died in an instant, no longer existed, no past, no future in sight.

It always brought back some not-so-good memories in him, even though he actually knew what the hell was going on.

It is a desert race entrenched in the west of the mainland. Because of its treacherous, strange and dangerous movements, it is called a sand ghost by most people.

Every time a certain number of sand ghosts rush across the border, people within a radius of 100 meters will have the illusion that their eyes and ears are blocked – they can’t hear any sound, and they can’t see anyone other than themselves.

Of course, the duration is very short, only about a dozen seconds or so.

But at a critical juncture like the battlefield, even a dozen seconds is quite fatal.

Therefore, in the years when Kevin was the commander of the Bronze Army, most of his time was spent on “defending the attack of sand ghosts”, and he even “died” on such a battlefield in the end.

“Yin’s soul doesn’t go away…” Kevin lowered his face coldly, pressing one hand on the hilt of the short knife around his waist, tightening every sutra in his body…

This has almost become a certain condition.

click-

There was a sudden thud of the door.

Kevin jumped up instantly, went out with a knife, and nailed it hard to the door.

His physique is not strong, and his body is only covered with a thin layer of muscles, so there is no advantage in terms of strength alone.

But years of experience made him well versed in attacking skills, so the seemingly heavy door was punctured by him.

Between pulling and stirring, the door shaft broke, and the entire door collapsed with a bang.

Kevin: “…” What kind of shit?

!

A gust of barren wind whizzed past the car, and the boulders it brought collided with the carriage, making a “clicking” sound one after another, exactly the same as the movement just now.

A handful of fine grains of sand came from the open car door, covering Kevin’s face –

the sand ghost had gone, the hearing was restored, and the hallucinations disappeared.

“Very well, you unloaded my door within five minutes of me coming down.” Osvid’s voice sounded not far away, as the rustling footsteps got closer and closer, “Lord Fassbender, you are free. Are you

panicking?”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Kevin was so annoyed by the sand ghost, he replied without thinking.

Osvid: “…”

“Are they really just passing by?” Kevin squatted on one knee beside the car door, his posture remained unchanged, his defenses were not loosened, and he carefully scanned the surroundings with a short knife, “How is it possible…

Osvid walked closer, his little arm rested on the door frame with a bang, and said to him angrily: “This is a place of wandering, not a battlefield. Sand ghosts ‘purely passing by’ are often here

.

Some things.”

“Sand ghosts can turn any place into a battlefield, and they will never learn how to write the word ‘rule’ in the next life.” Kevin said coldly.

Osvid held Kevin’s knife tip with two fingers and moved him in a direction: “According to the old code of the Golden Lion Empire, a person like you who holds a knife at the emperor will be hanged. Those who go to the minaret to show the public are all luo.”

“And this carriage door—” He kicked the smashed door on the ground with his toes again, sneered, and said concisely: “Pay.”

Kevin: “…” Pay your grandfather!

He put the dagger back on his waist, slapped Ovid’s hand on the door frame with a slap, and jumped out of the car.

After the hearing was restored, the world outside the car suddenly became very noisy –

this is a very messy town, houses and castles of different styles are mixed together, far or near, there is no planning at all, as if the land is divided up. , can occupy a place is a place.

This town, known as the “Land of Diaspora”, is located at the border of different ethnic forces and occupies the largest “crossroad” in the middle of the continent. It has the most cunning and fierce residents, the simplest