Chapter 57.1

Kevin noticed Oswald's sudden movement and turned to him. "What's the matter?" he asked, tucking the small vial of powder into his leather pouch and brushing the ash from his hands.

Oswald silenced him with a hushed "shh" and pressed his ears closer to the ground. He frowned in concentration, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed.

After a few moments, he raised his head with an expression of frustration. "I can feel movement beneath the ground," he said in an irritable tone, "but the sound is too low to make out."

Kevin's eyes widened. "Movement?" he asked. "What kind of movement?"

Oswald shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "It's too faint. But it's there."

Kevin's gaze returned to the ground, his own brows furrowing in thought. He knelt on one knee, his expression one of suspicion. "What do you think it could be?" he asked, as if he were trying to listen.

Oswald snorted derisively. "How clean is this floor? Why don't we just move it up? It won't matter if your face is covered in ashes," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He then slapped his paw against Kevin's body, clearing away the obstructions. "If you don't have dog ears, don't join in the fun, as if you can hear it," he said, his voice sharp.

"Well, your dog ears are the best," Kevin replied, his eyes narrowing. "You broke the pot and blamed your little master's cleanliness on me, didn't you? Besides, who said I had to lean my face over to listen?"

He pushed Oswald's head away, making room for himself. He pressed his thin, slender hands against the ground.

"I can hear just fine," he said, his voice cold.

Oswald growled, his eyes flashing. "You're just jealous because I have dog ears," he said. "You'll never be able to hear as well as me."

"I don't need dog ears to hear," Kevin said.

The two of them glared at each other for a moment, their tension palpable.

In the past, Kevin had a simple and effective way of dealing with suitors: he would simply put them on a "frozen list" and ignore them for a hundred years or more.

By the time the suitors' minds had cleared and they were no longer hung up on him, he would thaw them out and see if they still felt the same way.

This method was not particularly polite, but it was efficient and effective. Kevin was able to deal with suitors quickly and without any drama.

However, this method would not work with Oswald. Oswald was not like the other suitors. He was persistent and determined. He would not give up easily.

The young Emperor His Majesty was a complicated creature. One moment, he could be professing his love for you, and the next, he could be making you question your sanity. After all, his sharp tongue was more likely to make you think he hated you than loved you.

His Highness The Lightning God, who had developed a thick skin over the years, was too embarrassed to flout the young Emperor, so he could only put up with his antics.

When Oswald saw that Kevin was still kneeling, he thought that he was trying to show off his abilities. After shaking his dog ears in annoyance, he reluctantly stuck to the ground.

Deep in the earth, or more precisely, in a very distant place, there were faint sounds. Oswald closed his breath, blocking out all other distractions, and listened intently.

This process tested his patience to the limit.

Finally, just when he was about to lose his temper, the sounds grew slightly louder.

His empty ear twitched, and he frowned as he whispered to Kevin, who was kneeling on one knee and pressing the ground with one hand, "It sounds like someone talking, doesn't it?"

Kevin did not speak, but continued to press the ground quietly, tilting his head as if in thought.

"..."

Oswald's ears drooped in disappointment when Kevin did not respond. He continued to focus on the voices underground, which were faint and sounded like some kind of soul song.

The voices were soporific, and after listening to them for a long time, one would subconsciously become quiet and feel a sudden urge to get up and follow the guidance of the voices, rushing to a certain place.

Oswald was so engrossed in the voices that he did not realize that he had unconsciously let go of his consciousness for a long time. It was not until he suddenly came back to his senses that he realized what had happened.

He had been listening to the voices for so long that he had lost track of time.

Oswald stood up and stretched his limbs. He was feeling a little dazed. His eyes filled with wonder. What could it be that was making these sounds? And why was it so far underground?

"What the devil is this evocative voice!" His Majesty the Emperor, who was born with a strong personality, was highly averse to this kind of thing that would lead people astray for no reason.

Highly averse was evident between his brows and his penetrating eyes.

However, he still thought about it carefully with disgust, and during the time when his consciousness was empty, he seemed to hear a few words: "Although I don't know what it is, it was highly likely to be talking about the sun and pilgrimage?"

Kevin finally withdrew the palms that were pressed on the ground, clasped his hands together and replied, "It's 'the sun is about to set, and it's time for pilgrimage.'"

Oswald: "..."

His Majesty the Emperor looked Kevin up and down, his world view somewhat shattered.

How could a dog... no, a wolf not be able to hear the sound, but he could hear it after kneeling like this for a while?

What was the point of that?

In short, His Highness the God of Light was simply unreasonable! His face was expressionless, and he didn't even frown, but there was a rare hint of coldness in his tone. "It's really... bad nature will not change."

"Who?" Oswald asked, finding that when he woke up, he suddenly couldn't keep up with Kevin's erratic thoughts.

Kevin shook his head and said, "Nothing."

He pondered for a moment, but could not find the apt words to describe the other party. In the end, he simply hesitated and said to Oswald, "A person unknown to you."

After all, telling people that God is calling you out of the blue is a surefire way to make them feel uncomfortable.