The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 93

[Article 93]

Come back, what are you going to do?

Give me a brief summary in one sentence.

”

So, Osvid said succinctly: “I brought back Fah’s footprints and another signature of something I don’t know. I plan to find time to rebuild a tomb for Fah in the future. It may not be so grand, but at least… worthy of the word light.

Kevin listened, took the

small berry’s hand for a while, looked up at Osvid, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

He threw the iron chain in his hand, and the chain blocking Osvid loosened. Hanging on the ground, he waved his hand without raising his head, and said as if chasing a puppy: “Okay, let’s go.

“The

emperor didn’t care about his bastard actions, he strode out the door, and turned to look for the cavalry.

Kevin threw a small berry into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then leaned back on his upper body. Leaning on the head of the bed, he got up.

Although the young emperor owed money, he was always able to poke at other people’s points when he was in his heart…

Maybe the key that was broken in the keyhole was really difficult to get out. Or maybe it was because Osvid said that his energy was not fully recovered, and Kevin actually stayed in this dorm for several days, and even found someone in Osvid to move the tub into it. When he took a bath in his room, he accepted it without protesting. It

made the emperor a little uncomfortable.

As Osvid said before, he would still suddenly have large wounds on his body that rot to the bone. He

will heal a little bit later. It’s just a lot better than when he was in the tomb, and the frequency is also a lot slower.

During the few days he stayed in the dormitory, apart from Osvid, the youngest highness Xinia came down the most. Diligent. Because Ban and Angel are not the people who live inside the palace, they have been kept outside the palace for a few days, and they have not been able to see the humiliating situation of Kevin being handcuffed and shackled in captivity.

Xinnia’s arm has recovered. Yes, Osvid lifted her ban and allowed her to roll around like a live ball as before.

When Angel was away, Osvid was busy with affairs, so her favorite object of harassment became Kevin, and she came over every day to ask Kevin to tell stories, and occasionally told Kevin herself.

“I was miserable a while ago. My uncle locked me in my room, and I was not allowed to get out of bed.” The little girl brought this out and complained to Kevin every day, “but Grandpa Ian was even worse, my uncle said. His neck is attached to his head, and he is not allowed to go out until he is completely healed, so he is still lying down.”

Kevin: “…”

Through this generalization from face to point, he finally understood that Osvid This person likes to lock up anyone who is worried until the other party is not in danger. It’s really… such a big and crazy pervert, even the elderly and children are not spared.

After complaining, Sinia hurriedly climbed onto the bed in twos and threes, crossed her short legs and sat opposite Kevin, and handed over the book: “Here – I want to hear this today.”

Kevin carefully picked up the book With a look of disgust, he touched the old ashes and couldn’t help laughing and crying: “What kind of grave are you dug up from, little girl?”

Sinia slapped her thigh: “Tell me!”

Kevin had to nod his head. He

muttered: “Okay, talk. Hey—it’s the same as your uncle.”

But he turned the pages of the book twice, his hand stopped, and he stared at one of the pages for a while before he said: “Old Ah… how can you, a little girl, like to listen to this kind of story about old sesame seeds and rotten millet.”

Xinnia laughed: “It’s very interesting!”

“Tell me from the beginning?” The book was closed and tossed aside, “Come on, I’ll recite it to you.”

Sinia looked at him with admiration.

In the end, the bastard Kevin really recited it. He was even more emotionless than Shunen. He didn’t even have a tone of voice. He recited a long paragraph without breathing.

“…The beautiful and holy female Thenis said: ‘May your life be as bright as flowers and as tough as thorns, and give you the name Merlo, which means light and eternity in the language’.” Kevin was very perfunctory when he endorsed his endorsement. , all the beautiful adjectives come out of his mouth with ridicule.

However, Xinnia is not picky, and she can still listen to such a story. She interrupted when she heard this, and asked, “Who is Mello? Why haven’t I heard it in other stories before?”

Kevin looked Looking at her, he made an “oh” and said, “Melo was his former name, and flowers and thorns were his original symbols. Later, when he grew up, for some reasons, he buried his name along with the past. I don’t think a name is needed, and the symbolic totems have been replaced with the sun and the moon.”

Sinia tilted her head: “Then he didn’t