Chapter 28.1

Kevin's expression was complex and his eyes were unfocused. Oswald rarely saw this look on his face, which seemed to be one of impending doom. He couldn't help but squint at Kevin and ask, "What are you looking at me for? What's that expression?"

"I'm getting older, my wings are hardening, and I've learned to use imperial power to suppress people." Kevin sighed theatrically.

Oswald's veins twitched. "..."

He finally couldn't stand this bastard any longer, and slapped the pen and leather bag onto Kevin's chest. He held the written scroll and walked away without looking back.

Clearing up this battlefield was not easy, but it was not impossible either. The scattered weapons had been collected by the Wujin cavalry and cleaned up thoroughly. There were about thirty swords, more than ten short sabers, and piles of arrows in a row.

Kevin's weapons were all engraved with the lion's head mark of the Golden Lion Kingdom, which made them easy to identify. The rest of the iron swords must have belonged to the previous intruders.

However, no matter if it was the simple iron sword with no decorative markings, or the clothes on the row of stone statues that were so ordinary that they would have been lost in the crowd, there was no way to determine the identity of the first intruders from these items.

The question of who had broken in remained unanswered. Was it someone sent by the Northern Emerald Empire? Or people from one of the small city-states in Leiyin City? Were they also trying to deal with the petrified strange disease caused by the insect plague? Or was there some other reason?

These questions lingered in everyone's minds, but they could not find any answers for the time being.

After collecting all the available weapons, the Wujin Iron Cavalry followed Oswald's instructions and began to gather the dryad corpses strewn about on the ground. They planned to burn them together to avoid unnecessary complications.

However, as soon as they moved a few of the corpses, they let out cries of alarm.

"What is it?" Oswald did not like sudden movements. In this respect, Kevin was a perfect match for his temperament. After all, His Excellency Fassbender's psychological quality could not be measured by ordinary standards.

The leader of the Wujin Iron Cavalry pointed to the dryad corpse in front of him and said, "Your Majesty, the corpse of this monster broke itself."

Oswald frowned. "What do you mean, it broke itself?"

Kevin had just finished inspecting a few empty rooms when he heard this sentence. He walked over to Oswald and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Commander." The team leader saluted Kevin and greeted him.

Right at his feet, there was a corpse of a dryad lying there curled up. There was nothing wrong with it just by looking at it.

"Your Majesty, do you see anything special about this dryad?" The team leader had more contact with Oswald on a daily basis, so he was not as afraid of him as others.

Oswald lowered his eyelids to take a look, then retracted his gaze in disgust. "It's very ugly."

The team leader was speechless.

The young and handsome emperor probably looked at himself too much on a daily basis, and he had always been insensitive to his own appearance. He always thought that he was not a superficial person and would not be fooled by a pretty face. But in fact, he was not very sensitive to his appearance simply because his aesthetic starting point was a bit high.

In Oswald's eyes, people who were good-looking were simply "personally attractive." Those who stood out were at most "able to be seen," and the rest hovered between "not very good-looking" and "not even human."

Because the overall range was not large, the emperor had the illusion that he "cared more about connotation than appearance."

However, this old dryad lying on the ground truly challenged Oswald's aesthetic limits. He even felt sorry for himself if he took a second look.

The team leader coughed and pointed at the tree spirit with the tip of his sword. "Your Majesty, be careful."

As he spoke, he poked the dryad's body with the tip of his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the dryad, which had maintained its dead appearance, suddenly turned into a pile of dust mixed with dead branches and leaves. The whole thing collapsed.

A gust of wind from nowhere swept across, and the dryad was dispersed in the air like dust in the forest.

Oswald frowned and coughed twice, pressing his fists against his lips.

Compared to Kevin, who had been fighting on the battlefield all year round, Oswald was a clean freak. Although he had little contact with relatives and elders since he was a child, and was locked up in the old manor and almost no one cared about him, he still lived a young master's life in general.

With Ian, a housekeeper with obsessive-compulsive disorder, who tuned and taught him every day, it was hard not to pay attention.

He especially hated this kind of dusty things. From the sand ghosts before to the tree branches now, one or two liked to grind their own corpses into powder, which was really harmful to others.

He gave a "tsk" in disgust, raised his hand and waved twice, sweeping away the dust and cloud. "What's going on here?"

The team leader shook his head. "I don't know. There was one lying here earlier, and it just broke up before I spoke to you."

"Give me the sword." With a sullen face, Oswald took the long sword from the leader and flicked it among the dead branches and leaves on the ground.