Life of the Emperor Chapter 9

The Northern Emerald Kingdom stands in the ice and snow almost all year round, with the endless Xisa Icefield in the north and the mighty and dangerous Kra River in the south. The royal city of Feiling is located in the north of the center. It is cold and dry. Even in May, you can breathe out clouds when you walk outdoors.

Because there are several frozen veins under the city, the temperature underground is lower than the ground and it is also more humid.

The worst dungeon in the Northern Emerald Kingdom is built in a place like this, right next to the frozen veins, worse than that of beasts.

David Kevin crossed his long legs and sat on the uneven ground in a very comfortable posture, his back against the cold stone wall of the dungeon, looking down at his right hand.

This dungeon had no connection to the outside world except for a few air holes on the roof that were smaller than a fist. There were very few wall lamps in the corridor, and the flames were not strong at all, which made it seem like it was hanging on for its last breath.

In this dim light, David Kevin's right hand looks even more terrifying...

If that can still be called a hand.

The intact skin and flesh came to an abrupt end at the wrist, and beneath the bloody wound were cold white bones. Even the bones were not complete, with half of the metacarpal bone missing and only two of the finger bones intact. The remaining part was worse than if it had been bitten by a dog.

Tsk, so ugly.

David Kevin lowered his eyes and looked for a while, then said self-deprecatingly: But at least I have a few bones.

You have to know that a few minutes ago, even the half metacarpal bone that the dog had gnawed was not even there.

A skinny rat suddenly emerged from the crack in the stone corner of the wall. Its hard fur rubbed against David Kevin's bleeding wound, and the feeling was sour and refreshing.

David Kevin took a breath silently, glanced at the rat, and moved his finger bones flexibly to flick it a few steps away.

In just a blink of an eye, his dog-gnawed metacarpal bone seemed to be complete again, with two more knuckles on his middle finger.

The skinny mouse squeaked, perhaps frightened by the touch of the bone or by David Kevin himself. It turned and ran, but it didn't find the right direction and bumped into Samuel Osvid's arm muscles. It rolled twice before running away in a hurry.

With this neither light nor heavy impact, Samuel Osvid, who was lying on the ground, twitched his fingers twice, frowned, and opened his eyes.

He didn't understand the situation for a moment, so he squinted his eyes and looked around before suddenly sitting up.

"Hiss---" He pressed the wound on the back of his head, took a deep breath, and then raised his eyes and asked: "What the hell is this place?"

David Kevin made a casual gesture with his left hand and said, "Obviously, in prison."

As for the unsightly right hand, it was hidden in the shadow behind his body and could not be seen at all from Samuel Osvid's perspective.

David Kevin pointed to the symbol engraved next to the keyhole of the anklet and added, "In the dungeon of the Northern Emerald Kingdom."

Samuel Osvid's face turned completely black: "The Sand Ghost worked hard to capture people, but ended up being locked up in the prison of the Northern Emerald Country?"

This was indeed a bit strange to them. You have to know that the Northern Emerald Nation was just like the Sand Ghost's henchmen. They could help to deter others, but they couldn't really help. Most of the time, it was the Northern Emerald Nation that was busy and busy, while the Sand Ghost just sat there and waited for the benefits.

Looking at it this way now, it seems like a change from a complete follower to a cooperative partner.

"If there is cooperation, exchange of interests is inevitable. Who knows, that immortal Nathan Sapir from the Northern Emerald Country might have some extra bargaining chips, such as digging up a priceless treasure..." David Kevin fiddled with the keyhole on the anklet, as if he was trying to figure out how to break it open.

"Speaking of exchanging interests..." Samuel Osvid frowned and said, "What happened to that sand ghost today? Whoever touches it will die. What a joke! Mutation?"

David Kevin said casually: "Maybe this is the result of an exchange of interests."

Oswald: ...

"Please don't use that tone to make such a horrible guess, thank you." Mio's voice came muffled from the next room through the rat hole. "I just opened my eyes and heard your conversation. I think it's better to stay unconscious."

"You're still alive?" David Kevin asked in surprise.

Mio: "...I'm not completely worthless."

There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing from next door. After a moment, Mio's voice moved to a different place, close to the wall, and was much clearer: "To be honest, just one sand ghost like this killed so many of us. If there were more, what's the point of fighting..."

Who the hell can beat them?!

Not to mention the Golden Lion Kingdom and the Northern Emerald Kingdom, they can trample all the races in the entire continent under their feet.

&nbs

"But they are still cooperating with the Northern Emerald Nation." Oswald said, "So there is something fishy going on. Either their situation is not as difficult as it seems, or there is something holding them back in the hands of the Northern Emerald Nation or others."

David Kevin was still fiddling with his anklet. After hearing this, he said "yeah" to show his agreement.

Speaking of hands...

Samuel Osvid suddenly looked up at David Kevin and said, "Where's your right hand?!"

David Kevin: "...Aren't you jumping around a bit too much?"

He threw away the anklet, looked up at Samuel Osvid in confusion and said, "Why are you asking me about my right hand all of a sudden?"

"What nonsense---" Seeing that he changed the subject, Samuel Osvid's face suddenly darkened. Without saying a word, he leaned over and clamped David Kevin's right arm that was hidden behind his back.

"If you want to ask questions, just ask them nicely. What's wrong with you getting physical when you disagree with someone?!" David Kevin was helpless as he was being pulled by him, so he stretched out his right hand and said, "So what did my right hand do to you?"

The positions of the two men changed as they were pulling each other. A little thin moonlight leaked out from the eye of the wind above their heads and just happened to shine on David Kevin's right hand.

His fingers were long and well-proportioned. He had been holding swords for many years, but had no calluses on his fingers. With the slightest movement, the bones on the back of his hands would become prominent. Except that his hands were thinner and paler than Samuel Osvid's, there were no other differences.

"How is it possible..." Samuel Osvid's expression suddenly became complicated. He couldn't tell whether he felt more relieved or more unbelievable. "I clearly saw---"

"See what?" David Kevin raised an eyebrow.

Seeing your right hand wrapped in sand...

Samuel Osvid opened his mouth, then swallowed the words back. He frowned and hesitated. Did he really see clearly in such a tense situation before? Was it really just a matter of angle?

Still feels wrong...

But if it was really wrapped in sand, this right hand would have ceased to exist long ago. How could it be so intact without even a wound...

Samuel Osvid was muttering to himself, and he forgot what he was going to say. He stared at his right hand for a while, and then he said something incoherent: "Why is your hand so cold?"

... David Kevin: "Aren't you worrying too much?"

Samuel Osvid said expressionlessly: "I think you probably need to go back to the academy and retake etiquette lessons, such as learning how to talk to the emperor so that you can live longer."

David Kevin smiled very innocently: "It's a pity that His Majesty the Emperor is in prison with me. It's hard to say whether he can get out alive."

Oswald: ...

He stared at David Kevin's eyes for a while, and suddenly opened the B@st@ard's right claw, took out a round bone pendant hanging around his neck, pressed a corner and pushed it, and there was a "click" sound, and the pendant broke into two halves, with a hollow groove in the middle, and three black "little beetles" were placed in the groove.

"Xinsha..." David Kevin said in surprise.

The cowhide bags they were wearing were either lost or taken away, and they never expected that this person had left something useful.

Samuel Osvid poured out a pill, crushed it without saying anything, and then said to David Kevin slowly, "The chance of getting out alive is probably a little higher than you expected. Now you can think about going back to learn etiquette."

David Kevin: ...

After that, he checked himself, turning over every possible part of his body, and also turned over David Kevin's clothes, and finally felt a metal ring on David Kevin's waist buckle, and he looked up at David Kevin, who was very speechless, and said, "Hold up your pants."

David Kevin rolled his eyes. "...I can pull this ring and my pants won't fall off. Thanks for worrying about that."

Without saying a word, Samuel Osvid pulled the thin metal ring, twisted it with his bare hands to make a break, then straightened it a little and inserted it into the keyhole of the anklet to fiddle with it.

David Kevin listened with a complicated expression as the keyhole made a "click" sound and loosened.

"You were a young master when you were young, and an emperor when you grew up. Tell me where did you learn this skill?" David Kevin poked his keyhole and sighed, "Fortunately, the guards here don't like to wander around in the dungeon."

"But they must be guarding the exit." Samuel Osvid was about to poke the keyhole of the cell door when he heard a gust of wind rushing in from the corridor, making a whooshing sound.

The two of them paused, and in the blink of an eye they leaned back against the wall, tilted their heads and pretended to faint silently.