At the same time (?), in Great Britain, in Prince Kay's mansion.
"Really, what do you all think?" After giving Husky and Evil Star a lesson, Vivian glared at Husky and hummed: "You sneak out like this late at night, don't you know the danger?"
Only the evil star is responsible for protecting you. What should you do if something happens?"
"E------" Husky stuck out his tongue: "Husky knows he is wrong..."
"And you, the evil star------"
"I was forced." Xing Huilong said innocently: "If you don't think about it this way, this kid won't be honest at all."
"She's really good at making excuses." Vivian turned her head and glanced at Kai again.
"Ahem...!" The red-haired knight immediately defended himself: "I also thought about stopping them, but the evil star flew too fast and flew away in the blink of an eye."
"Yes, you are really responsible." Vivian gave Kai a cold look.
"Hey." Then she sighed: "Forget it. Anyway, as long as you are safe, I shouldn't blame you, Husky. No matter what you did in that hut, your actions will ultimately
You helped that child and freed him from the succubus's mental control. In the final analysis, it was your actions that saved that child. You did a very noble thing."
"Hehe------" Husky just wanted to laugh, but was frightened by Vivian's stern glare and couldn't laugh.
Vivian frowned: "It's getting late, you go to bed quickly. Husky, I will tell your mother exactly what you did tonight. How will your mother punish you after hearing this?"
, it’s up to her to decide.”
"Wow..." The dog-man boy drooped his ears.
The evil star snickered beside him.
An hour later, Husky turned off the desk lamp, sighed, and then lay on the bed. Tomorrow, when he sees his mother Lianyin, he will probably be in real hell.
"Yes, yes, sleep, sleep." The evil star also turned into a golden little lizard, flew back to his basket and lay down. Next to the basket was the evil star's saber, which was the one that was sealed.
Crimson Demon Sword. In this way, even if they are suddenly attacked in the middle of the night, the evil star can immediately take up arms to resist.
"Uncle Evil Star, is there really nothing wrong with Brother Daniel?" Husky asked again worriedly.
"Why are you still worried about that kid?" Evil Star lay with his back to Husky and hummed: "We have done everything we can. As for whether he can be saved, it depends on his own destiny.
."
In fact, it is almost impossible for Daniel to survive. The evil star murmured in his heart. Daniel was poisoned by the succubus. In fact, the poison has never been cured, and there is absolutely no antidote for it in the world. Daniel probably will not be able to live to see the sun tomorrow.
Right. But Husky has tried his best to save Daniel. There is no need for Husky to know whether Daniel can survive in the end.
Go to sleep. With all kinds of complicated thoughts, the evil star closed his eyes.
At the same time, the crimson demon sword next to the evil star also began to emit a strange shimmer. The shimmer was not bright, at least not bright enough to illuminate the interior of the room; and the Star Glory Dragon slept with its back to Husky.
, Husky also turned his back to Xinghui Dragon, facing the direction of the door and trying to close his eyes, so neither of them saw the light emitted by the demon sword.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. Bedivere was woken up by the sound of iron.
He opened his eyes and took a look, and found that he was in a world where black and white blended together.
Rather than being woken up, it is better to say that it is entering a dream. Everything in this world is like a painting, but the style of this painting is completely different from all the oil paintings Bedivere has seen. Its lines are simple and thick.
Crazy, almost only composed of black and white. Those thick black lines outline the peaks and emeralds of the world, outline the flowing clouds and stone patterns, outline the sky and the horizon.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. In this strange dream world, in a remote valley, someone seems to be forging iron. The sound is full of rhythm and stretches endlessly in the mine. Bediville listened
There is a similar sound of striking iron, which can only be struck by extremely skilled weapon craftsmen. It belongs to the melody of iron and fire.
Is there anyone blacksmithing here? In a hellish place like this?
Driven by curiosity, Bedivere decided to drop by to see what was going on - in fact, he didn't have much choice, because in this world outlined by rough black and white lines, there was only one straight road leading to the distance.
, the direction Bediwell walked along the straight road was exactly the direction where the knocking sound was.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. The sound of blacksmithing was getting closer and closer, and Bediwell could see a small workshop in the distance. Of course, this workshop was also outlined with black and white lines, just like a painting.
The reddish firelight shines from the buildings and workshops in the building, which is probably the only color in this black and white world.
"That------" Bediwell approached the building and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"
There was no response. However, the bang-dong-dong sound of blacksmithing stopped suddenly. People in the workshop obviously heard Bediwell's knock on the door.
"Is anyone here?" The werewolf then knocked on the door again, hoping that the other party would respond.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. However, the sound of hammering suddenly sounded again. The other party was obviously ignoring Bedivere on purpose.
A blue vein popped out from the werewolf youth's forehead (at least that's what he thought). He continued to knock on the door harder and faster: "Come on, open the door quickly!"
Dong dong dong dong. The other party ignored Bediwell's knock on the door. Instead, it seemed that he was deliberately teasing Bediwell. The sound of iron was adjusted to the same frequency as Bediwell's knock on the door. Bediwell knocked on the door and knocked on the door.
As fast as it goes, the sound of the man in the workshop striking the iron will be as fast as it goes.
"You must be kidding me...!" Bedivere became angry and knocked on the door harder, knocking with both hands.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock! The werewolf knocks faster and faster.
Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong! The other party speeds up.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Bedivere's knocking turned into a musical performance.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The other party also started beating to the beat.
"Ah, I know. It seems that he is not a wandering spirit." At this time, a man's voice came from the room. And this voice spoke a very strange and foreign language, which was originally a language that Bedivere did not know at all.
Understand, but for some reason, the words entered the ears of the werewolf youth and gradually turned into an idea that Bedivere could understand, and into a sentence that could be understood.
Telepathy? If the other party uses telepathy to convey simple thoughts, then indeed, even if the language is not clear, you can barely understand what the other party is saying.
"You still seem to be awake." The other party opened the door of the workshop and glanced at Bedivere.
Bedivere also looked at the other person. In front of the werewolf youth was a short man. Looking at his beard that was neither thick nor sparse, he was probably between thirty and forty years old. His skin was
Slightly yellow, more like wheat color, with eyes as small as two slits. Judging from this man's appearance, he is obviously not a European. Should he be of African or Eastern European descent? No, I always feel that something is wrong -
-----
"Who are you? What is this place?" Bedivere then asked. Of course, he used standard English.
"Who are you and why do you come to a place like this?" the other party asked back, using a very strange language, but Bedivere probably understood it through telepathy.
"I'm Bediwell. I was sleeping in my hotel room just now. I don't know why, but I suddenly came to this... uh, world made of black and white lines?"
"Interesting... an ordinary person." The wonderful middle-aged blacksmith hummed: "It is impossible for the soul of an ordinary person to be sucked in here for no reason. Were you killed with a demon knife while you were sleeping?
."
"I'm not dead! Don't kill people casually!" Bedivere said angrily. He was very careful before going to bed, locked the door of the room tightly, and also confirmed that there were no assassins lurking in the room.
Moreover, Bedivere is not an ordinary person. It is impossible for him to be attacked and killed in his sleep. The other party wants to kill him and the werewolf will be awakened as soon as he shows hostility.
"Well, that's strange. It's impossible for ordinary people to run in here for no reason." The wonderful exotic blacksmith thought with his chin in his hands.
"So what the hell is this place?" Bedivere was a little impatient.
"You can call it the world in the painting." The blacksmith said: "This world was originally part of the alien space created by a certain national treasure of my motherland. I intercepted it and stored it in my life's masterpiece-----
-In [Demon Sword Crimson Muramasa]."
"What?" The werewolf couldn't help but be confused.
"Hmph, I forgot to introduce myself." The blacksmith smiled coldly at the werewolf youth: "I am the swordsmith Muramasa, the caster of the Horai sword. I have cast a total of 3,666 objects in my life, and six of them have become great tools.
More than ten. The world in the painting we are in now is exactly the world in the last possession of my life - the demon sword Crimson Muramasa."
He looked at Bedivere: "And your souls and mine are now trapped in this world and will never be able to escape until they are completely destroyed."
"What the hell are you talking about!" Bedivere was angry, "How could I be trapped here! One minute I was sleeping in my hotel room!"
"Then someone must have sent your soul in." Muramasa sneered: "Generally speaking, the souls of people killed by the demon sword Muramasa will be sucked into the world in the painting."
"I repeat, I am not dead!" Bedivere said with a long face.
"Many people who have been here say so, but in fact they are all dead." Blademaker Muramasa sneered.
Then Bedivere suddenly had an idea. He finally realized why he appeared here.