The crumpled parchment rolled around outside the door, and was covered by the corner of the wall and completely lost sight.

Osvid sat at the desk and rubbed his temple heavily. The little bit of energy that had just been lifted up suddenly disappeared. The long-term lack of sleep made him feel deeply irritable, mixed with an indescribable fatigue and mental numbness. It seemed that when a huge thing happened in front of him, he was so depressed that he could not get the interest to deal with it.

Bai Ying was aware of the current affairs. He deeply felt that the person in front of him was covered with a low pressure, and he might catch anyone and tear him at any time. So after completing the task of delivering a letter, he rolled off the table and lay on the ground with four toes and eight sides to rest.

When people are extremely tired, their thinking always jumps away and erratic. Osvid supported his head, flipped through the military newspaper in front of two pages, and looked at the still heavy night outside the window. Somehow he suddenly remembered the Parson Manor before.

After a few fragmented pictures, the sleepiness rolled up again-

It seemed like it was an afternoon in late spring. It was raining outside those days, and with a few thunder in late spring, it rumbled from a distance.

The tea room on the second floor of Parson Manor was blocked by the broad-leaved privet tree, and the lighting was not very good. On rainy days, the whole room looked dark and very dark.

Osvid sat on a chair beside the bed, pressing a book in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the garden path outside the window. The path continued to extend forward, and it was the iron carved gate.

The old butler Ian "coughed", cleared his throat, and went into the room and said in a stern manner: "Young master, it is not a good habit to hold books and stare at dazed, you need to be punished."

Osvid, who was young, turned his head with his lips pursed and asked, "Will that annoying guy come today?"

The nasolabial folds on Ian's face became darker, "A polite gentleman should not call anyone else like this. His Excellency Fassbender received a legion order yesterday. Spring break ended a week early and had already set off to return to the Royal City Base Camp. At that time, your fever had not subsided, so I didn't tell you."

After hearing this, Osvid was first grateful and breathed a sigh of relief that he could practice less stupid fighting skills. But then, he felt a little boring disappointed.

He couldn't say what he was disappointed.

He only thought that Fassbender was a bastard, but at least it was much more interesting than those servants. The manor finally gained a little popularity, but now it has dispersed again, and it is a little boring.

He stared at the carved door at the end of the garden for a while, then turned to ask Ian: "Will he come next spring break?"

Ian thought about it and shook his head and said the truth: "The first year in the Legion usually has full spring break. This is a benefit for the recruits. He shouldn't be able to come next year."

What about the year after that?

He wanted to ask, but the answer should be the same...

Another muffled thunder rolled over. Before he could peel off his shallow disappointment, the scenery in front of him flashed. The glass window in front of him turned into a wall. After two more steps forward, there was a half-open door, and several maids were hiding and chatting inside.

He vaguely heard one of the people lower his voice and said, "Have you ever heard of the reason why the master doesn't like the young master?"

Another man snorted, and said softly: "Didn't you find that he is getting worse and worse than Master Keno?"

"He doesn't look like a lady either."

"Mrs. I've been seriously ill for several years and I've lost my appearance. Can you tell me what she looks like?"

“That’s true.”

Osvid stood by the wall motionless, neither wanted to move forward, listened more clearly, nor wanted to retreat.

Just as the maids were about to continue speculation and discussion, they put one hand on Osvid's shoulder and patted them lightly and hard: "Young Master, you haven't read the book today, so you can't be lazy."

It was Ian's voice, but he turned around and found that the person standing in front of him had become Kevin.

He felt like he quickly grew taller like a plant, and his gaze changed from looking up to looking up to looking up to a slight look down.

Kevin patted the cowhide bag around his waist and said with a relaxed look: "I'll go to the tomb of Gods and I'll be back soon."

Then he turned around and ran into a thorn bush, and split a path among the thorn branches with agility. Just as he turned his head and waved at Osvid and said, "See, I'm more than enough for me alone", a thorny branch covered with thorns suddenly jumped up for some reason and in the blink of an eye it pierced into Kevin's heart.

Kevin opened his eyes wide and wanted to speak, but he was covered in blood and fell silently backwards...

"you--"

Osvid's hand, which was supporting his chin, suddenly twitched, and he woke up suddenly as if he had accidentally stepped on the empty steps.

He lowered his eyes, stared at the parchment map wet with water on his desk for a while, before he let out a breath silently.

The hourglass on the corner of the table was only a thin layer, which had not been too long since he was shocked by the White Eagle, but all his sleepiness had been swept away by the few pieces of the string together just now, and he had no intention of sleeping.

He rubbed his cheeks to make himself more awake. Then he got up and picked up the cloak and copper wire mask hanging on one side, intending to go to the medical hospital.

The young emperor strode out of the study door, and the guards patrolling outside immediately "snap" and were about to follow him in a hurry. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, the emperor in front of him suddenly stopped, looking down as if he was looking for something.

The guard almost stopped and ran into it, and slapped his heart by slapping his skin: Damn it was so scary!

"Your Majesty, what do you need to find? I'll help you." The guard asked carefully.

As soon as this was said, Osvid had raised his hand and waved his hand, saying, "No, I see it."

He bent down and picked up a small ball of parchment from the wall. He opened it and snorted coldly, as if he was sneering at the contents of the ball of paper, but the next second he stuffed the ball of paper into his pocket.

The guard subconsciously wondered: "What is this, Your Majesty?"

Osvid raised his foot and left, throwing two words without looking back: "Traffic."

guard:"……"

What are you doing with trash in your pocket?

On the other side of the map, at the foot of the White-headed Hill, Kevin and the others were speechless all night and got into the military tent early. Although the few people in charge of taking turns to serve the night are always caring, their overall life is still stable.

It was just a little dawn in the morning, and everyone packed up under Kevin's instructions and prepared to go back on the road.

"Don't hold the horses and eagles, just let them wait in the forest first." Kevin said lightly, "Even if they can't fly up the mountain wall, they will fall down and become a cake."

Everyone: "..." Ancestor, can you stop talking?

Kevin said again: "There is no need for so many people to go up together. Stay some here to wait and respond. By the way, don't let them starve to death."

Everyone who had a green face just now became normal again, and none of them seemed to want to retreat here.

"To be honest..." Kevin leaned on the mountain wall and hugged his arms, saying seriously: "Don't think staying here is a scare in the last battle. It's not manly enough. The soldiers have their own division of labor, so there must be a few people here. If you don't even speak, I'll just click."

After he said that, he glanced around and saw that no one was taking the initiative, he raised his hand and pointed out five people.

These five people have turned paler than others since yesterday. They are obviously a little afraid of being tall and they don’t have to keep up and suffer.

"Although it's unlikely, if we haven't come down from the mountain for a week, we'll go back to O'clock... and tell His Majesty another way." Kevin thought about it and told him, after all, it was hard to say everything was too full.

The people who were planning to go up the mountain quickly cleaned up.

Kevin untied the short knife on his waist, and pulled out his sheath with his thumb, holding it in his hand to make it easier to climb after a while.

The Little Lion Clan stood beside him and couldn't help asking: "Why can't you go around and have to go up? Could it be that the Eternal Waterfall is nestled on the top of the mountain? But aren't the waterfalls all hanging down?"

In fact, others wanted to ask this, but because of an old face, they didn't have to ask, so they had to count on a child who said anything.

Kevin tried to chisel the mountain wall with a short knife, then touched the blade, and said, "You will know when you go up. Now, you will have to be weak."

Everyone: "..." Is your words more lethal?!

The white-headed hills look straight up and down, but there is no way. If you really climb, there is still a place to step on.

Kevin took the lead alone, with a very resilient string tied to his waist, tied to everyone behind him one by one. From a distance, this group of people looked like a winding centipede climbing on the mountain wall.

"Just look at the stones you hold in your hand, don't look back." Kevin still had time to remind others to pay attention when he climbed up. His voice was heavy and steady, and he didn't even breathe. The straight and towering mountain walls were like walking on flat ground for him.

If he was the only one, he would only climb faster because he knew that this mountain was not suitable for staying for a long time. The longer he spent here, the more troublesome things would be.

But because there was a string behind him, he had to control his speed and climbed to the point where he felt the rope around his waist being tighter and straighter, so he stopped and waited for a while until they caught up again before continuing.

The little lion class tied tightly behind him was the little lion class. This little boy was heartless and would not think too much. The overall level of the people behind him was similar, and the ropes tied between them did not appear to be straightened for a while and then bent back, so at the beginning, they did not feel that they were much different from Kevin.

When climbing mountains, especially when climbing such a thrilling mountain, time seems to pass very slowly. It seems that a century is about to pass, but I still can’t see the mountain.

The speed of the crowd dropped significantly, and each hand and foot seemed to be filled with lead. The palms were stained with dust and gravel, and it was not so stable when grasping the raised stones. You had to grab two more hands before you dared to raise your foot. After a while, the rhythm of the entire team became a little messy.

"It's almost done, I can see the top of the mountain." Kevin thought about it, but turned around and encouraged him.

Looking back from his perspective, the dark head was almost directly under his feet, and if he went down there, it was a deep abyss. He seemed to be hanging from the sky without relying on his support, as if a little more wind could sweep them all down.

However, this height is still tolerant for him, so he just glanced at the foot of the mountain that he had never seen before, then withdrew his gaze and opened his mouth to say to the others: "Don't look back, I've climbed two-thirds of it. This mountain looks tall, but in fact it's only about one thousand meters. Think about whether the distance between one thousand meters is not long."

Everyone: "..."

This ancestor is really better than not talking.

However, if two-thirds of the total amount of about one thousand meters is deducted, only a few hundred meters are left. Imagine it as flat ground and I will feel better.

only……

Is the leader a fucking monster?! Why do we all want to be so tired that we can still speak without blushing and breathing, and it’s okay to say anything, but he dares to turn back!

A group of elite officers from all over the legion finally realized the injustice of God - how can the gap between people be so big? Why are there such a weird thing as Fassbender!

Kevin climbed forward for another period until the rope tied between him and his class became straighter again, and then stopped again. But this time, he did not turn back and talk without changing his face, but instead put his ear on the mountain wall and listened with his breath for a while.

There was a vague "very scattered" friction sound, which came along the hard rock veins of the mountain wall. It sounded like something was moving in the mountain.

Fortunately, almost all the attention was placed on the hands and feet that were almost unconscious, so no one noticed this sound that made people feel creepy when they were thinking about it.

After listening for a while, Kevin frowned and raised his head, and his expression, which had been calm and relaxing, finally showed signs of tension.

So, you still have to hurry up when climbing the mountain...

He sighed in his heart, but did not turn around and urge others to get a little faster, because urging actually didn't work.

"In a while, you may see some messy things falling from the top of your head." Kevin's tone was still calm, as if he was explaining something very ordinary, "Don't worry, just keep crawling yours, but you have to avoid it a little, don't finally get here, and then be smashed back to the spot when you are silenced."

When they heard him say this at first, everyone first thought that it was falling rocks in the mountains. Apart from sighing, they didn't really feel that it was terrible. Until they heard some sounds suddenly came from the unknown distance above their heads.

The sound was very strange, with a tone that looked like a human voice but was vague and could not hear clearly.

To describe it, it is like a group of people with tongues drawn together, communicating all depends on yelling, but no one can understand what they are yelling.
To be continued...