"Is anyone there?" Although Bedivere's stomach growled very quietly, it still caught the attention of the group of mercenaries. Especially the thin mercenary dressed as a thief who was present came up and asked.
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Arthur simply walked out of the broken house, followed closely by Bedivere, who transformed into the form of a great white wolf.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a passerby." He said as soon as he came up, his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to use the most reasonable excuse to smooth over: "I just saw a golden light falling from the sky, so I rushed over to take a look out of curiosity.
Unexpectedly, there are already guests here, and they are all armed and menacing. I am afraid of disturbing you, so I will hide first."
When he said this, he used the most authentic English accent, and his pronunciation was more Scottish. He controlled his nasal and retroflex sounds perfectly, and his tone had a touch of aristocratic arrogance, which was due to his considerable training.
Only those with a certain level of education can produce accurate tones that civilians cannot imitate. His motive for speaking like this is to make the other party think that he is a noble son, which these lowly mercenaries cannot reach and cannot mess with.
Language is sometimes a kind of power. If used properly, it can resolve disputes or even prevent them from starting in the first place.
"Oh?" "Hannover", the big man dressed as a soldier, said with a sarcastic smile: "What a well-educated young man."
The thin man "Bordeaux" dressed as a thief lit a torch and used the firelight to illuminate the surroundings so that he could see the appearance of Arthur and Bedivere clearly.
There is some basis for Arthur's accent. Although on the surface he only wears ordinary civilian clothes, which is convenient for adventurous activities, the blond boy looks very handsome and indeed looks like a child of the aristocracy. (I don't know if he is.
Something went wrong. When Arthur traveled to this different world, his face actually looked a bit similar to Lancelot's. He was exceptionally handsome--much more handsome than the face of King Arthur in the original world.
.)
Coupled with the edgeless but extremely beautifully carved silver sword that Arthur wears on his waist, we can basically think that this blond boy is the kind of idle aristocratic kid who takes risks everywhere in pursuit of excitement. This guy
It makes sense that the blond boy would wander around Penzance Harbor at night.
But what is the big white wolf following this blond boy? Although there are rumors that nobles occasionally have weird hobbies and like to keep wild beasts as pets. It is normal to show off lions, tigers and leopards everywhere. But
The mercenaries used swords to make ends meet, and they could easily detect the dangerous beastly aura of the big white wolf. The wolf didn't look tamed at all, but its behavior was full of "humanity."
, behind the blond boy is very honest. Rather than being the blond boy's pet, it is better to be the boy's beast "bodyguard". The wolf even carries another beautifully carved sword with a scabbard on its back.
The well-preserved silver sword is not known to be this young man's backup weapon.
This combination of man and beast is not a common combination in aristocratic circles. It is extremely rare even in the adventurer or mercenary industry.
"What do you think, Nantes?" Hanover, a mercenary dressed as a warrior, asked the woman dressed as a magician beside him.
"It's not like ordinary noble children, that's for sure." Magician Nantes seems to be more knowledgeable than other mercenaries, so she is the think tank of the team. When other members have questions, they will ask her.
She asked for advice.
"But I have seen mercenaries with tamed lions before." Nantes added: "It seems to be a swordsman. What's his name? It seems to be...McKresser what?"
Although adventurers who tame beasts as companions or bodyguards are rare, they are not completely absent."
"Really? Let's think so for now." Hannover nodded and said: "The mysterious young man who leads the wolf, can you sign up first?"
"Aslan. Other than that, I have no comment." Arthur replied calmly.
The mercenary man continued to probe: "So, Mr. Aslan, what is your purpose of appearing in a place like this late at night? Are you really just here to join in the fun after seeing the golden light falling from the sky? -----
-Or are you the golden body?"
"How is it possible? I basically don't believe in things like magic and witchcraft, and of course I don't know how to use it." Arthur continued to answer flatly, without any emotion in his tone. The other party's temptation had no effect. To this extent
Acting is just a piece of cake for Arthur.
"Really?" Seeing that the test had no effect, Hanover snorted again. The young man in front of him was either telling the truth, or he was an experienced actor, an old fox. Otherwise, the other party would never have answered him so calmly and resolutely.
problem.
Of course, he only saw Arthur on the surface, thinking that he was just a teenager. And a noble boy with a childish look on his face would never have such amazing acting skills. Use
After elimination, Hanover took it for granted that Arthur was telling the truth--at least for the time being.
"Well," seeing that the mercenaries were still doubting and thinking, Arthur quickly interrupted, without giving the other party time to continue thinking: "I know that I broke into your gathering place at an inappropriate time, which was disrespectful.
.I also know that I hid and eavesdropped on your conversation, which was inappropriate behavior. But that was all force majeure. In fact, I didn’t overhear anything. It can even be said that I didn’t understand the content of your conversation at all. You are here
What I do here and now has nothing to do with me, and I don’t care. So, can I go?"
"Well... of course." The big man replied: "I'm sorry to frighten you, Mr. Aslan. Please go back."
"You...are not going to rob me or something?" Arthur said more aggressively.
"Huhuhu, who do you think we are?" Bordeaux, a thin mercenary on the side, laughed and said: "We are mercenaries, not robbers. We are people who take tasks from the union and work regularly to make money. We will not be surprised.
How many gold coins are there in your wallet?"
"I feel relieved when I hear you say that." Arthur finished testing and got a lot of information from the other party.
"Bordeaux, you have such a big mouth," the woman dressed as a magician scolded.
"What?"
"No, it's nothing. Let it go." Nantes sighed. She was probably the only one in the team who noticed Arthur's intentions. This woman was dangerously sharp, which made Arthur more vigilant.
"Well, good night, everyone." Arthur didn't want to continue to tangle with these mercenaries, for fear that he would reveal his true identity by talking too much. So he took Bedivere and turned around to leave.
After the young man and the wolf had gone a little further, the mercenary man said, "Milan, can you follow those two people from a distance to find out their information?"
A fair-skinned woman dressed as an archer gradually emerged from the shadows: "It can't be done. That wolf's senses are sharper than mine. Just now he kept looking at where I was hiding, and he changed his position several times.
It’s useless. If you follow me, I’m afraid you’ll be exposed in an instant.”
"Then forget it." Hannover frowned slightly: "Sure enough, he is not an easy character to deal with."
"But are you really going to let them go like this?" Nantes, dressed as a magician, asked.
"Don't worry. I have a hunch that we will meet again soon." The mercenary man smiled confidently.
"The basis is?"
"There is a whole row of flying knives in the shoulder straps that are vaguely exposed under his clothes. The flying knives are made of fine steel and have been blessed with holy water. They can cause great damage to demons. This kind of flying knives are usually
A unique product of the Meyerson Brotherhood, it is only distributed to vampire hunters who can stand alone." The big man subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "I don't know who that young man is. But if he
The path we want to take is the same as ours, so it is inevitable to meet him again in the future."
At the same time, Arthur, who was walking along the dark lanes of Penzance and had almost returned to the Roadhouse, saw that he had already walked a long distance and asked in a low voice, "Bedi, are we being followed?"
"
"Wow." The big white wolf didn't speak, but shook his head.
"That's good. Let's go back to the hotel." Arthur also knew very well that as long as Bedivere's sensitive hearing and smell were there, the other party would not be able to keep up. The man hiding in the hotel has not shown up since just now.
The mercenary named Milan in the shadow is the biggest threat. But that person is always a human, and his perception ability cannot be compared with that of the beast (Bedivere). Knowing that Bedivere can easily sense her existence, then
It would be unwise if someone dared to keep following him. If things really developed like that, Arthur even considered knocking the stalker unconscious--there was no need to kill him.
I don't want to make enemies everywhere in an unfamiliar environment just yet.
They arrived at the back door of the hotel, pushed the door open, and seemed to have gotten rid of the group of mercenaries. Arthur cautiously returned to his room, bolted the door tightly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What a long night.
"Merlin, are you there?" He asked in a low voice after closing the window: "Can you open the black screen barrier? I have something I want to ask clearly."
"Let's talk tomorrow, Your Majesty." The black crow shadow on the beam of the room replied in a low voice: "I am currently using Harry's projection to search for information, but one of the projections has been entangled by the Crusaders and is currently leading them.
Going around in circles, you can’t separate yourself from God.”
"Are they the Crusaders again? Those meddling guys." Arthur hummed: "That's fine. Just concentrate on dealing with them. If you have anything else, wait until tomorrow morning. Good night."
He lay on the relatively clean bed, and originally planned to think about tomorrow's itinerary. But the sleepiness was stronger than he imagined, and he fell into sleep in an instant. (To be continued)