Chapter 47.1

Kevin Fassbender was a master of embarrassment, and he would likely challenge anyone to find a better one on the entire continent. Oswald had always been a bit of a clean freak, but the word "moldy" had blocked his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn't bring himself to look at the offending object.

He glanced at it wordlessly, then turned away, glanced at it again, and turned away again. Finally, he could only stare at the culprit in mute frustration.

Kevin looked back at him innocently. "What's the matter? It's humid this time of year, so what's the big deal about some mold?"

Oswald could take no more. "Shut up."

Kevin raised his eyebrows, and the small smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth revealed his true nature as a complete bastard.

Oswald had known that Kevin was a bit of a jerk, but he hadn't expected him to be so insensitive at this time. He felt his brain flooding with rage, and he wondered what kind of person could be so thoughtless.

Of course, Kevin wasn't the kind of person who couldn't read the room. He smiled for a moment, then said with a straight face, "Before going down the cliff, Ben was forced to change back to his beast form because it was Betan Day."

Although the Golden Lion Kingdom has not had close ties with the Giant Beast people, and the successive emperors have also maintained their distance from this race, at least on the surface, this does not mean that they are unaware of the habits of the Giant Beast people.

On the contrary, due to the conflicts and battles between the two races, the people of the Golden Lion Kingdom are very familiar with some of the special festivals, etiquette, and habits of the Giant Beast people.

Oswald was naturally aware of what happened on Betan Day. However, he also knew that the Giant Beast people were a very exclusive race when it came to choosing a mate. To be precise, this is not due to xenophobia, but rather to their extreme pickiness.

From the perspective of the Giant Beast people, the people of other races are short and thin, and their bodies and physiques are not very good. What if they were crushed to death?

The racial stupidity and sweetness of the Giant Beast people, as well as their admiration for the strong, also play a role in this aspect. They believe that people of other races should live longer, and for future generations, both men and women can still become natural warriors, or solve this problem themselves.

Therefore, there are almost no hybrids in the Giant Beast race.

Before this, Oswald only knew that on Betan Day, all Giant Beast people and humans would have to transform.

However, he had never considered the issue of pure blood and mixed blood, let alone that one day, Betan Day, which exclusively belonged to the Giant Beast race, would have something to do with him.

"But... what I just said is merely a dream I had." Oswald frowned slightly, endured the discomfort of the moldy smell, and stared at his fingertips.

"What can a dream explain? It can't be used as a basis at all, after all, I have no memory of them at all, not even my mother, let alone my grandparents." He said this with a hint of derision.

Kevin leaned against the wall and relaxed his hands and feet, which had been strangled by Oswald for a long time.

He looked casual as he said, "Don't you all have a copy of the Book of Post-God? Many people believe in Post-God. If I remember correctly, there is a sentence written in the Book of Post-God: Do not treat a dream as a nonsensical dream, it always has a source."

"..." Oswald was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with a strange expression, as if he had found several meanings in his words. "What do you mean by 'you'? It seems to have been picked out of the race. But... do you still read the Book of Post-God?"

"That's not right. I accidentally saw it in Ian's old housekeeper's book." Kevin couldn't help asking after finishing speaking, "Your tone is very surprised. Why? Can't I read the Book of Post-God?"

Oswald snorted a short sneer from his nose. "A person like you who wants to go to heaven would read that kind of stuff? Things related to post-gods are too insipid. I can fall asleep directly watching it. Can you see it without being bored to death? But—"

Kevin said nothing to him, but his expression became complicated for a moment when he heard the words. He quickly relaxed and asked, "But what?"

"I've always been curious about your attitude towards the old gods. Do you believe in them?" Oswald finished speaking and paused, then added blankly, "Don't talk about it. You like Phae, which is kind of nonsense."

Kevin shrugged. "I've never understood what you mean by 'faith'. There is nothing to doubt their existence, so your 'faith' refers to the belief that they still exist and can give people salvation and punishment?"

"Almost..." Oswald didn't have any special feelings for gods, aside from being a fan of Phae, so he could only understand other people's feelings.

"Some people can't get rid of suffering when they encounter it. At that time, there must be something that can support them to live. After all, in the eyes of many people, the power of humans is too small, but it's different for gods. Besides, the past few hundred years have indeed been chaotic enough."

Kevin smiled, his lips curling up at the corners. It wasn't a sarcastic smile, but rather one that showed a hint of helplessness. "It's quite possible. If that's the case, then I can only believe in myself."

What Kevin said was quite shameless, considering that he used to be a god.

"Exactly," Oswald silently raised the corners of his mouth. "We're on the same wavelength."

It was clear that when Mr. Fassbinder was younger, he had a knack for influencing others with his thoughts. Underneath his gentle demeanor, he unintentionally led Oswald astray, who had yet to form his own opinions.

Oswald enjoyed listening to Kevin talk about his thoughts, no matter how trivial they were. Perhaps it was because Kevin always oscillated between sneering and taking things seriously. Whenever he spoke, he either sought validation or discussed business matters, rarely mentioning anything personally.

All in all, it wasn't very genuine.