After returning to the Dawn, Bedivere had just stepped into the common room to have some breakfast when he saw Sefir, Seglade and Queeg packing their bags and preparing to set off to deal with the Jotun giants.
"So early?" The werewolf youth took a piece of toast from the golden scarab golem on the side and asked casually: "Could it be that he set off without telling Palamedes?"
"No." Saifei tied a special bandage on his arm and replied, "Dad knows that we will go to Novi this morning. But he has no intention of following us."
"Palamedes actually didn't follow?" Bedivere shrugged: "You actually let your three little leopards go to deal with a terrifying monster like the Jotun giant?"
"The [small] word is superfluous, meow." Seglade added a little unhappily: "Dad didn't come with me, which proves that he believes in our abilities and thinks that the three of us can defeat the Jotun giant, meow."
.Since even dad believes in us, Mr. Bedivere has no need to worry about so many cats》"
"Palmides is always big-hearted." The werewolf youth said worriedly: "It's good for you two, but you take Queeg with you. This kid is not good at fighting. What if he has an accident?"
"Quig is fine..." the moiré leopard on the side pushed up the frame of his glasses and replied. Vivian seemed to have adjusted the prescription of Queeg's glasses, and also used special elastic.
The frame and elastic bands fixed the glasses on the head of the young leopard man. Queeg's outfit looked a bit funny, after all, there were not many orcs who could wear glasses.
"Even if you say that------" Bedivere frowned.
"If Mr. Bedivere is so worried, I hope you will follow me soon." So Saifei added slyly.
"What? You want me to take care of you brats? Forget it." The werewolf young man snorted: "I still have important things to do next."
"How important is it, meow?" "Isn't it a date with a girl, meow?"
Seglade and Saifer, you speak the truth to me.
"I heard that Mr. Bedivere was sent back to the Dawn by a mysterious girl last night." "Wow~ You didn't spend the night outside, meow?"
"That's enough, you two guys!" Bedivere's eyes flashed fiercely, and he almost rushed forward and punched each of the two brothers.
Ten minutes later.
"Sure enough, Meow is still following me." "Meow is still following me." Saifer and Seglade smirked, looking askance at Bediwell who was following behind.
"That's nonsense!" the werewolf youth said angrily, "By the way, where are you going? Aren't you going to teleport to the Hall of Heroes? Why did we end up in the black market in Cairo?"
"Go find Father Odin first, meow." Seglade replied, while walking without any tension on the streets of the black market, which was slightly deserted in the morning.
"You'd better not do it for too long," Bediwell said a little unhappy, "I have other things to do at noon..."
"It won't take you a lot of time, Meow." Seifer said, "This time we are going to deal with the Jotun giant. If the plan goes well, we can defeat it very quickly, Meow."
"What if the plan doesn't go well?" the werewolf young man asked back.
"We will be killed by it soon." Saifei replied.
Bedivere didn't know where to start.
But, what about Father Odin? I haven’t seen Father Odin for a long time since we last parted. Bedivere is indeed a little concerned about his father. A blacksmith with such an amazing talent has actually stayed here.
It is really a sad thing to blacksmith in an unknown corner of Cairo's black market.
When he arrived at the cabin where Father Odin was, Bedivere felt that the surrounding atmosphere was unnatural. He couldn't immediately tell what was unnatural about it, but after a few seconds, he immediately understood what was unnatural about it -
-----The clanging sound of iron being struck day and night has actually disappeared.
"Dad?" Frowning, the werewolf young man went over and pushed open the door of the hut.
"...Oh, is it you?" On the only simple wooden bed in the cabin, the originally strong father Odin was half lying on his back. He reluctantly climbed up when he saw Bediwell pushing the door open.
He got up. He was different from his usual hale and hearty appearance. He looked old and tired. He seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden.
Bedivere stared blankly at the shriveled old man: "Father Odin, what are you...?"
"It seems that my time has come." Father Odin replied in a low voice, with a weak bitter smile on his wrinkled face: "The dragon hunters are all like this. Even if we who inherit the dragon's blood live an extremely long life,
When you reach your end, you will also grow old in one breath, and you will die of old age in less than a month."
Bedivere turned his head and looked at Sefer and Seglade behind him in surprise, and suddenly understood something. The two brothers were suddenly eager to deal with the Jotun giants, hoping to obtain the water of the Lake of Eternal Age, maybe
It has something to do with the rapid aging of Father Odin.
"You are going to challenge the Jotun giants, right?" Father Odin asked in a low voice.
"Yes, meow." Seglade replied softly: "As long as I bring back enough lake water, you can live for a few more years, right meow?"
"Well, God knows." The old man looked like he was happy to know his destiny, and groped his beard: "Maybe it will work. Maybe it won't work at all. In any case, my deadline has come, and no matter how much external force is used to delay time, it will be difficult in the end.
Escape to death."
"But......"
"No need to say more. Just do whatever you want to do." Dad said, "Anyway, after I die, there will not be many people in the Dragon Hunter clan who can inherit the Hall of Heroes. The Dragon Hunter clan will be destroyed from now on."
You can deal with the [legacy] left by our clan however you like--as long as you can get the approval of those [legacy]."
The [heritage] he is talking about is naturally the hundreds of legendary dragon weapons stored in the Hall of Heroes, the highest masterpieces in the life of the most famous craftsmen in the history of the dragon hunters. These dragon weapons all have self-awareness, and they are quietly
Sleeping quietly in the Hall of Heroes, waiting for their next successor.
But only those who are truly qualified are allowed to wield these legendary weapons that transcend common sense. It is difficult for mortals to lift these legendary dragon weapons. Even if they can wield them, they may be counterattacked by the power of the dragon weapons themselves, ranging from
If you get mad and confused, you will be swallowed up and die.
Precisely because those legendary dragon weapons are the highest masterpieces left by the ancestors of the dragon hunter clan, finding suitable successors for them is an extremely difficult task.
"Well, meow," Seglade took out the golden token of the dragon hunter clan and opened a teleportation port on the ground: "We're off, meow."
Father Odin smiled slightly sarcastically: "So you made a special trip to say hello before leaving. It's really polite."
The young leopard man shook his head with a smile and jumped into the teleportation port. Followed closely were Saifei and Queeg.
"Take care, Father Odin." Bedivere also said and jumped in.
Father Odin didn't say anything more and lay down as if nothing had happened.
The next second, a familiar yet unfamiliar scenery appeared in front of Bedivere. This was the interior of the [Hall of Heroes] secretly built by the Dragon Hunter clan somewhere in Novi.
The entire hall was as grand as I remembered, and the surrounding high walls were hung with legendary dragon weapons forged by outstanding craftsmen of the dragon hunter clan. Although these weapons were powerful, Bediwell and the others could not touch them. When Bediwell arrived
I just happened to hear Seglade explaining this matter to Queeg, and the little leopard with cloud patterns was listening humbly, nodding from time to time.
"Mr. Bedivere," Saifei also came over and said, "It's time to explain the real purpose of our challenge to the Jotun giant this time."
"Isn't it just for the water of the Lake of Immortality?" the werewolf young man asked smartly.
"Besides that, there is another goal, meow." Saifer said as he walked outside the Hall of Heroes: "We want to [monopolize] the pseudo-dragon breeding industry here, meow."
"Are you serious?" Bedivere groaned: "The magic pine forest outside is indeed the habitat of pseudo-dragons, but there are at least hundreds of pseudo-dragons there. You plan to capture all those pseudo-dragons and bring them to
Are you going to breed somewhere else? Wait...are you planning to bring it to my ship?"
"That's one of the plans. About a dozen pseudo-dragons will be sent to the Dawn for breeding." Seglade replied: "But for the other pseudo-dragons, I mean hundreds of them live in the pine forest here."
A pseudo-dragon, I plan to send them to the [City of the Dead]."
"If we can establish the habitat of the pseudo-dragon, we will have an inexhaustible supply of magical rosin cats." Saifei said: "Not only will we be able to use them ourselves, but we will also be able to sell them as a commodity."
"If the plan really works, then we can become millionaires just by selling magic rosin." Seglade also said.
"The plan is good..." Bedivere raised his eyebrows: "But is this really necessary? Are you so short of money?"
"That's not the point, meow." Saifer and Seglade squinted their eyes at Bedivere at the same time, wondering what the two brothers were planning.
"There is another goal for this trip, Meow." Saifer added: "There is something in the giant Jotun, and we want to get Meow."
"What?"
"Let's give it a try first," Seglade said with a mysterious smile.
Bedivere snorted and choked back the words he wanted to curse. But even if the two brothers didn't tell Bedivere, the werewolf youth could roughly guess it. The Jotun giant is said to be the ancestor of all giants and is very ancient.
As a race of giants, the materials on the Jotun giant are extremely rare, and even a drop of its blood may become a key prop for making powerful weapons. This time, Seifer and Seglade were fully armed to challenge the Jotun giant.
It's just that he wants to obtain some kind of rare material from the body of the Jotun giant.
Whether the ancient giant hidden deep at the bottom of the Lake of Agelessness and Immortality will obey is another matter.
Bediwell, who was thinking like this, suddenly found his eyes lit up. The group of them had passed through the long corridor of the dragon hunter clan's base and arrived in front of the snowy field in the magic pine forest area. (To be continued)