Chapter 59.1

For a majestic emperor, it is quite out of character for him to transform into a beast and wander through the crowd, scrutinizing people's waistbands.

Ever since Oswald encountered Mr. Kevin Fassbender, or should I say, Sir Kevin, he felt like his life had taken a magical turn. He couldn't help but wonder what he would become in a few years.

Perhaps he could revive the gang lying in the royal cemetery of the Golden Lion Kingdom.

Thinking about it, it wasn't such a bad idea.

Enormous, ferocious beasts paced in a chaotic formation. People instinctively took a few steps back wherever they went, intimidated by their imposing presence. They looked both terrified and fascinated.

On the other hand, some innocent children stared curiously at him with wide eyes, unafraid and unaware. Some even reached out their hands to touch him, but their elders quickly pulled them away.

It was truly a foolish decision for Kevin to ask the noble and selective emperor to find a belt. Oswald had high standards when it came to choosing fabric.

He didn't want anything that would make him look overweight or cause his pants to sag when he tightened the belt. That would be unbecoming for a ruler. He also didn't want a messy belt that wasn't clean...

Finally, His Majesty the Emperor searched through the crowd and picked out a thin old man.

Not because the old man's belt was exceptionally clean, but because he wore a silver medal pinned to his collar. It was the round collar badge of the Golden Lion Country, a badge that only qualified folk doctors were allowed to wear.

Oswald chose him because the old doctor carried a simple medicine box on his back.

The mighty Sirius stared at the old man for a moment, contemplating whether to bite his sleeve and drag him over. However, his obsession with cleanliness prevented him from doing so. He couldn't bring himself to touch that dirty sleeve.

For His Majesty the Emperor, it was merely a playful attempt. But for the old doctor, it was almost terrifying!

The old man was pouring water from a silver jug into the mouth of another middle-aged man who had collapsed on the ground. When he saw the emperor approach, he was frightened and his hands trembled, causing most of the water to be spilled into the emperor's mouth.

Oswald: "..."

He wasn't sure what that liquid was, but it had a bitter scent that he couldn't quite describe. If it was a medicinal concoction, then it was fine. But if it was some kind of poison, then he would be in trouble.

Oswald's expression darkened, and he snorted at the troubled old man before tilting his head, gesturing for him to follow.

After hesitating for a moment, the old doctor understood what the giant beast meant. He turned to the middle-aged man on the ground and said, "I think it's asking me to run with it. I'll give you the medicine next time. Just hang in there."

The crowd of people who had gathered for no apparent reason were still in shock and panic. Some had quickly mixed with familiar faces, discussing their plans for getting home. Others were still reeling from the events that had just transpired.

Oswald led the old man through the crowd and over to Kevin. The old man, seeing the baby-faced soldier's injured leg, smiled with relief. "Thank goodness I remembered to bring my medicine box with me," he said to himself.

"I've already wrapped it up," Kevin said. "If you have any bandages or cloth strips, you can use those to secure the bandage."

The old man paused in his search through his medicine box. "Did you give him any medicine before you wrapped it up?" he asked. "And what kind of injury is it?"

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Kevin nodded in satisfaction. "I've already taken care of it," he said. "All you need to do is tie a knot."

The old medical officer was still a little hesitant. He had never seen Kevin before, and he didn't know if he could trust him. However, he could tell that the baby-faced soldier held Kevin in high regard, and that was enough to convince him.

"Very well," the old man said. "I will tie the knot."

Kevin turned to Oswald. "What did you eat to make your chin so black?" he asked. "Did you drink muddy water?"

Oswald was unable to respond due to the presence of the old man. He could only glare at Kevin with a look that said, "I'll get you for this later."

Kevin laughed. "I'm just teasing you," he said. "Don't take it so seriously."

The old man finished tying the knot, and the baby-faced soldier was able to stand up and walk. Kevin turned to the old man.

The old doctor fumbled with the silver jug at his waist, his face flushed with embarrassment. "My apologies, sir," he said to Kevin. "I accidentally spilled some of the medicine on its face."

Oswald rolled his eyes in silent exasperation. He was the one who had been splashed with medicine, yet it was Kevin who was accepting the old doctor's apology.

He knew that he would have to repay Kevin for this blunder once he regained his human form.

Kevin raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of concoction was it? Is it harmful to dogs?"

Oswald: "..."

The old doctor quickly waved his hands and reassured him, "No, not at all, Your Excellency," he said. "I would never do anything harm."

Kevin nodded. "That's good."

He walked up to Oswald, grabbed his neck, lifted his sleeve, and wiped the medicine juice off his chin without any tenderness.

As he wiped, he scolded, "Forget about cleanliness for now. There's no water here for you to wash your face."

On one hand, the proud Emperor felt a sense of humiliation, as if he couldn't take care of himself. On the other hand, he felt grateful that Kevin was taking care of him for a change. He appreciated the gesture.