Kevin was happy to see this, and felt that Oswald had done a good job.
However, his happiness did not last long.
First, group after group of elite soldiers from the Bronze Army came to his door, begging to go with him to the tomb of the God of Phae. Kevin was packing his things when they arrived, and he was very annoyed. He refused them all, but they were very persistent.
Later, even the remaining Red Iron Army and Wujin Iron Cavalry came.
"..." Kevin wiped his face. "Camus, shouldn't you be patrolling with the Red Iron Army? What are you doing here? Too late to prepare? I said... you don't have to come knocking on my door. I was ready eight hundred years ago, and I don't need half of my people. Let's go!"
Camus reined in his horse and left regretfully. Before leaving, he muttered, "I'll talk to His Majesty."
Kevin called out to his back, "Ride the horse and take it easy, be careful that your butt will be petrified tomorrow!"
Camus: "Go away!"
Kevin was able to deal with the soldiers, but he was having a hard time dealing with his doll follower, Ben.
Ben simply hugged Kevin's thigh with his hands and feet, sat on his instep, and said shamelessly, "You said that you would give me every chance to exercise and make me stronger. I don't care, I wanna go! I've heard the legend of the tomb of Phae, and I'm not afraid. How can I become stronger without tempering? People in our clan are born warriors. Have you ever heard of warriors who hide in the barracks whenever they encounter danger? That's a humiliation to my life!"
Kevin hung the cowhide bag filled with small items around his waist, and said angrily, "You're only eight years old, so what humiliation is there? I warn you, if you don't let go, I'll kick you. You know what I mean? People here don't respect the old or love the young."
Ben wanted to be unyielding again, but when Kevin moved his foot, he quickly let go and sprinted to the wall. However, he didn't give up. He quickly snatched a water bag on the table, unplugged it, and threatened, "If you don't take me there, I'll spit it into the water bag! I really spit it in, do you bring it or not?"
Kevin sneered and waved at him. "What are you doing standing so far away? Don't you want to seize every opportunity to exercise? Come, stand in front of me, and I will exercise for you now."
Ben let out a fake cry of "Woo," and howled, "When I was very young, my father would occasionally wake up and teach me to pounce and hunt. He told me at that time that the people of the Behemoth tribe were born to be warriors. The soldier must move forward forever. My father said so much to me in total, how could I not listen to—"
"Stop!" Kevin picked up a sour fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, stopping his words in time.
Ban: "..." He couldn't stop crying now.
His face was wrinkled together, but he still held on to the water bag and refused to let go. His determination was obvious.
Kevin looked at Ban helplessly for a while. He knew that the boy was not entirely false in what he had said. Ever since Mai died, Ben had become very determined to become the strongest fighter. He was obsessed with training, and he even complained about Kevin's abuse every day.
"Fine, you can follow me if you want," Kevin said, waving his hand. "It's not like there's any danger." He muttered as he tied up his quiver, "I don't know why you think digging a grave will train you."
Ben was speechless.
"You speak of God in such a way, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Kevin sneered.
Kevin and Ban set off on their journey, accompanied by a group of elite soldiers that Oswald had selected from among the petitioners. Oswald stood in front of the dark and heavy palace gate, grabbed Kevin's reins, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, you are here to survive, not to seek death!"
Kevin was amused. "Okay," he said.
Oswald started to say something else, but then he stopped. He paused for a long time, and then he said, "Forget it, we'll talk about it when you come back."
Oswald let go of the reins and slapped the vulture, and the bird took off. Kevin and Ben watched as the vulture flew away, leaving the thick and silent hanging palace behind.
Kevin sighed. "A half-spoken person should be struck by lightning!" he said.