Chapter 1082: Seeking Secrets in the Sea of ??Sand (4)
Chapter 1082: Searching for Secrets in the Sea of Sand (4)
The werewolf carefully entered the dark and dilapidated house, stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous stone slab, turned up the switch hidden under the stone slab, and jumped in through the opened hole.
"It stinks!" Arthur complained the moment he jumped into the hidden underground cave: "What is this smell? It's a shame that Sword Saint Arc can live in such a ghost place!"
"Hmph..." Bedivere endured the unpleasant stench in the cave and walked towards the iron house deep in the cave with a torch: "Hey, you brats, are you still alive?"
The moment he casually opened the door of the tin house, he was greeted by a surprise attack that almost killed him.
Ouch! A young thief rushed out of the room desperately, holding the broken glass shards in his hand, and attacked Bedivere!
"Wow!" The werewolf leaned back and avoided the young man's sneak attack. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise the sharp glass shards in the opponent's hands would have cut Bedivere's throat!
Plop! The young man failed in his sneak attack and immediately fell down.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?!" Bedivere stopped in shock and took a step back to observe the situation.
I saw that there was no one in the tin house. The rope that originally tied the two thieves and teenagers was broken free. One of the teenagers had already escaped, leaving only the other kid ambushing Bediwell.
"That's it." Arthur looked at the boy's unnaturally twisted left arm and the rope tied to the boy's feet, cut in half with glass and stained with blood: "Find a way to dislocate your left hand.
To make room to unbundle?"
"In order to let his brother escape, this guy deliberately injured his palm and used blood to moisten the hemp rope binding his footsteps...in order to make the rope easier to cut." The King of Knights looked at the dying child's right hand again.
The palm. The palm holding the glass shards was already bloody, and the blood on it had coagulated into lumps. The glass shards were glued to the palm: "So, he asked his brother to escape, but he didn't have the strength to escape again.
, so he stayed here to ambush us..."
"He almost succeeded." The werewolf walked over, carefully opened the boy's hand, and threw away the glass shards.
Unexpectedly, the boy struck back again, swiping his bloody right palm across Bediwell's neck. The boy probably thought the glass shards in his hand were still there - his hand had lost all feeling -
--Thinking that the non-existent glass shard can be used to kill Bediwell: "Matt...run away! Run away! Don't let these...stinky guys catch you!"
"You brat!" Bedivere grabbed the young man's hair and lifted him up: "I've asked you to reflect all night, how come you still don't change your bad habits! Tell me, where is your brother?!"
"Ugh..." The young man did not answer. This time he seemed to have really fallen into a coma. His body was filled with a stench other than the smell of blood. He was locked in the room all night, and his urine and feces were spread in his pants.
The deputy honor is simply impossible to look at.
"Put him down first, Bedivere." Arthur said in a calm tone: "Don't you want to ask questions from this child? If he dies, we won't be able to get the information we want."
"Hmph!" The werewolf threw the thief boy to the ground. He was almost killed by a sneak attack just now, and now he was still full of anger and had no mood to save the dying boy.
Arthur took off his hood, revealing a refreshing short jacket. He took out a rather large medical kit from the hidden compartment of his belt, which shocked Bedivere.
"Subspace magic." The Knight King smiled and opened the medical kit. This huge medical kit was taken out from a subspace storage bag in his belt: "Now, either come and help me change this child's clothes."
, or come and put a bandage on his wound, you choose."
"Oh!" The werewolf looked at the boy's dirty crotch: "You can't leave such dirty work to Arthur! You go and treat him!"
"Very good." Arthur had already picked up the boy's left arm and used skillful techniques to reattach the dislocated arm.
Ten minutes later.
A drop of water fell from the sky and landed on the corner of the thief boy's mouth.
"Ugh..." The young man groaned in a low voice and slowly opened his eyes.
"It's so painful...!" he complained as soon as he woke up.
"This is a highly concentrated potion made of multiple vitamins, which is good for your body." King Arthur whispered.
"Wow!" Unexpectedly, as soon as the young thief woke up, he jumped up from the ground and wanted to escape.
"Wu---" But his body was so weak that he couldn't even get up. He only jumped less than one foot before falling to the ground.
"You're so weak and you still want to escape?" The werewolf just finished cleaning the dirt on the boy with water, and covered the thief boy with the cloak that Arthur took off like a quilt: "Be honest. We are not bad people and will not harm you.
your."
"Yesterday, Matt and I were tied up and locked up all night..." the Egyptian boy complained in his very unfamiliar and incomprehensible English.
"Oh, is there anything wrong with locking up the thief?" Bediwell looked unhappy: "Or is it better to send you to the police station?"
"No! Don't go to the (police station)!" The young thief said in a panic: "(The friends who went there) never came back!"
"Human traffickers." Arthur lowered his voice and explained to Bedivere: "Homeless homeless people like this can't come out as long as they enter the police station. They are usually secretly transported away and sent to be slaves.
."
"Jiu, Jiu Te, don't be a slave!" the young thief exclaimed, "don't send (me) to the (police station)!"
"Then you should obediently tell all the information about Sword Saint Yak!" The werewolf looked at the kid and said, "When did Yak appear here? Why did he appear here? What on earth are you and Yak?
relation?!"
"Uncle...?" A look of confusion appeared on the face of the young man named Jiute: "Uncle is uncle... (has been) a long time ago."
Bediwell was confused when he heard this: "What do you mean?"
"(A long time ago) is a long time ago." Unfortunately, this young thief's English was very poor, so it was very difficult to understand: "There used to be a lot of people here... everyone would bring their stolen things and (find the uncle) to exchange for food.
…But somehow (there were fewer and fewer people)… (in the end) Matt and I were the only ones left.”
Arthur initially understood the truth of the matter from the boy's confession. This place was supposed to be a gathering place for a gang of teenage thieves, and the swordsman Arthur was the leader or agent of this group of thieves. He harvested from the teenagers
Stolen goods, and in exchange for food, support this group of thieves. However, the security situation in Zvar is getting worse and worse, and the police's crackdown is correspondingly getting stronger and stronger. The group of wandering thieves and teenagers are probably one after another.
He was arrested and sent to be a slave.
In the end, this kid was left - perhaps the smartest, most cautious, and fastest escaping boy in the band of thieves, so he has survived until now. But all this is no longer important.
"You work for that uncle, but you don't know his background?" Bedivere asked with confusion.
"Well... first Naklu said that there is a famous uncle here (who can exchange stolen goods for food)... and then everyone came." Jiute recalled with difficulty: "This is (more) filling than (directly) stealing food.
Belly...so everyone came."
As for Yake, he probably sent the stolen goods stolen by the teenagers to the black market to exchange for money, and then bought food to support these street children------Arthur thought in his mind.
"The earliest (time when uncle appeared)... I think it was ten years ago? If it was any earlier, Jiute wouldn't be sensible yet, I don't know..."
Bedivere shook his head and sighed: "This is a pure waste of time. Let's send this kid to the police station."
Jiute shouted in panic: "No! No! Please!!"
"Zvar has no place to take in you street kids! That uncle won't bring you food anymore!" The werewolf glared at the boy coldly: "So, what are you going to do? Do you want to hide in this place all the time?
In a cave, until you starve to death?"
"I don't care!" Jiute protested, waving his hands and feet: "There is food here! Lots and lots of food! Enough for Jiute and Matt to eat for several years!! (We) At worst, we won't steal or rob, let's live an honest life!
"
Bedivere really wanted to slap this brat, but he held back. God knows. Bedivere had no obligation to take care of such street children. If they liked to die, let them die.
"Huhu." The King of Knights stood up with a smile and looked at the young man from above: "Boy, if you like to commit suicide here, it is a good choice. But I can send you to an orphanage in Great Britain.
There are three meals a day, clean clothes and beds, as well as desserts and small gifts on festivals. The only condition is that you must be an honest person and are not allowed to steal anything again. Is that okay?"
At that moment, the young thief showed hesitation on his face.
Bedivere looked at the King of Knights helplessly: "Arthur, you really don't have to take care of this scum..."
Unexpectedly, Arthur rolled his eyes at the werewolf in turn: "I can't care about the situation in Egypt. But Great Britain is not so poor that it cannot even afford to support such a wandering child."
The young thief was stunned again, tears suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he said stubbornly: "No... I won't go!"
"What?"
"Matt hasn't come back yet! ... I won't go! (I) have to wait here for (Matt)!" This kid seemed particularly stubborn in a strange place.
"Your brother?" Bedivere couldn't help but sneered in disgust: "You twisted your arm and finally untied the rope and let him escape. What about him? He left you here all day.
I don’t even bother to come back and see you! Is this kind of guy worth waiting for?"
"Matt...he won't! He's just afraid...!" Jiut tried his best to defend his younger brother: "He just, something happened---"
At this moment, something fell from the entrance of this secret underground cave.
"Arthur!" The werewolf only felt an astonishing killing intent and the smell of blood that was so strong that it was almost suffocating.
He exclaimed and turned around, only to see what fell into the cave was an ugly and inexplicable monster: a desert shark with blood oozing all over its body!
"Jiu...te..." That human-like but inhuman thing came out from deep in its throat in a low voice that was difficult to identify.