Chapter 74.1

Old Butler Ian's thoughts raced as he stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight before him.

His young master, Oswald, was lying in bed with the God of Light, Kevin. The two were embracing and kissing passionately.

"That's the God of Light, young master," Ian thought to himself. "Have you eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard? How could you possibly be so bold?"

Ian wanted to scream and shout, but he was too shocked to speak. He could only stand there, rooted to the spot, as he watched the two lovers entwine themselves in each other's arms.

Although Kevin is the more serious-looking of the two, the old butler immediately suspected that his young master had kidnapped the God of Light. After all, he had raised Oswald for the past twenty years, and he knew that the boy was no a coward.

The old butler, Ian, was a man of rigid principles. He was meticulous in his work and spotless in his clothes, and he held to the old-fashioned belief that temperament must be cultivated from an early age. He believed that a good seed must be straight from the root, and so he took it upon himself to mold Oswald into a restrained and decent person.

The process was not easy. Oswald was a rebellious child, and he often chafed against Ian's strictures. However, Ian was patient and persistent, and eventually he was able to subtly influence Oswald's behavior.

As Oswald grew older, he became more and more restrained and decent. He was always calm and composed, and he was very particular about his appearance and his manners. He was still a bit awkward in his speech, but overall he was a model of decorum.

Ian was proud of his success in shaping Oswald's character.

After twenty (thirty in original text)* years of molding Oswald into a restrained and decent person.

(*I pondered the thirty years that perplexed me in original text, recalling Mi Ao's words from an earlier chapter that Oswald was only twenty-three years old. The discrepancy between the two statements left me puzzled. If Oswald was only twenty-three years old, then how could he have been molded into a restrained and decent person by Ian, the old butler, over the course of thirty years? I was at a loss to explain the discrepancy between the two statements. I considered the possibility that author had been mistaken.)

Ian, the old butler, was shocked to find him rolling on the same bed with another person. The door was wide open, and Ian felt as if he had been transported back in time to before Oswald had been properly disciplined.

Ian knew that he should not have barged in at such a time, but he was too shocked to think clearly.

The old butler, Ian, his hands trembling with shock. He had just witnessed something that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

The plate that he had thrown had shattered on the floor, the sound reverberating throughout the room. He had not meant to make such a loud noise, but he had been so startled by what he had seen that he had lost control of his hands.

He had never seen Oswald act in such a way before. He had always been a reserved and proper young man, and he had never shown any interest in men.

But now, here he was, kissing the God of Light in broad daylight. Ian could not believe his eyes.

He was about to turn and leave when he heard Kevin cough. He turned around and saw Kevin standing at the foot of the bed, looking at him with a smirk on his face.

"Your Majesty the Emperor just woke up," Kevin said.

Ian nodded numbly. He could not believe that this was happening. He had to get out of there before he fainted.

Oswald glanced at the old butler with half-lidded eyes. Seeing that he was still standing there, he did not push him over directly, but instead sat up from the bed in a cheeky manner.

Halfway through the support, the shameless thing deliberately slipped his hand and fell back down again.

Then, he stretched out a hand to Kevin in a serious manner: "Please help me, I don't have much strength in my hand, I can't hold it up."

Kevin was speechless. "Where are you cheating ghosts?" he asked.

Ian, who was standing at the door, was also speechless. He could not believe that the young master who had just been kissing the God of Light was now pretending to be weak and helpless.

"Why didn't you say that you didn't have the strength when you grabbed someone's neckline just now?!" he thought to himself.

The so-called country is easy to change, but one's nature is hard to change. In front of these two people who had witnessed him playing the rogue, the emperor's "face" could basically be used as a decoration.

He looked at Kevin with a pleading expression. "Give me a hand," he said.

Kevin, however, did not look at him. He simply crossed his arms and glanced at the pale paw. "If you can't hold it up, don't force it," he said. "Just lie down."

He then turned to Ian and said, "Excuse me, find a pipe, about this thick, and a funnel, thank you."

Even the old butler, who had been blinded by the dog man's previous behavior, was taken aback by his latest request and it was beyond even his wildest imaginings.

He put aside the scene he had just witnessed and asked in a daze, "What could you possibly need a pipe and a funnel for?

Kevin pointed at the emperor who was paralyzed on the bed and said, "I'm going to feed this dog emperor a mouthful. I'll attach a funnel to the pipe and pour whatever he wants to eat into it. This will save us both time and effort."