Chapter 2986 The morning that will never return (sixty-one)
On a certain day of a certain year, on a snowy night, in a village of the Esquimo tribe in Western Siberia.
"What good thing have you done this time?" The White Werewolf clan leader glanced at the White Bear boy who was sleeping on the hospital bed with his broken arm splinted, and blamed his son: "Why can't you be with Papa?"
Do you get along well with Love? Why do you always do something to hurt him?"
"Hmph." The little boy named Silver Wolf, the patriarch's son, pouted with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. Although he was only a few years old, this child was already very naughty.
"This is my last warning to you, Bedi." The patriarch said angrily: "If you hurt your brother Papalov again, I will hang you upside down in the stable all night and destroy your naughty temper.
Until you make things right."
"Hang yourself upside down, dad is a bad guy." The werewolf boy said harshly.
"You...!" His father was so angry that he almost slapped him, but he still held back and turned his anger into veins on his forehead: "You bastard... Dad
I don't have the same experience as you. But remember, if you don't know how to cherish your brother today, you will definitely regret it in the future."
Right now, Bediwell still doesn't care. Unfortunately, this sentence will come true in the future.
"Master." While they were talking about this, a young tiger man pushed the door open and quickly closed the wooden door to keep out the cold air.
"Are you here, Castro?" The clan leader went over to say hello and swept the ice and snow off the cloak of the Khajiit boy. "Come over quickly and drink some hot drinks to warm yourself up. What's the situation of the Fierce Fang clan?
?"
"It's very bad." The tiger boy sat down unceremoniously on the coffee table and drank a large bowl of hot tea: "Those war lunatics are making preparations, and it is estimated that they will start to declare war on humans within a few years.
."
"I won't let them do whatever they want." The White Wolf chief frowned and said, "The Eskimo tribe was the first to disagree with the war. We will not compromise even at the clan meeting. I will also send my trusted followers to the Turks.
Even if we negotiate with them, people will not agree to go to war."
"Where are the rabbits?"
"Chief Saul is an old friend of mine. As long as we have a good conversation, I think there is a way to persuade the Gypsies (Rabbitmen) to refuse to participate in the war. In this way, three of the seven clans will not agree to participate in the war, and the war will be over.
Can't start." The patriarch took a sip of warm wine and said.
"...If only things were so simple." The young tiger man sighed, and he had already vaguely realized something: "Master, please be more careful at the clan meeting. The Fang Clan is ready to make a move, and it is very ambitious.
Big. It is very likely that there is someone behind them."
"Don't worry, no matter how brave they are, they won't be able to do anything outrageous at the clan meeting." The White Wolf clan leader thought for a moment and suddenly took out his sword from his waist: "But just in case, you bring
Hold on to my sword."
"Master? But this is------"
"It's just an old blunt sword." The patriarch said lightly: "Even if it is a historical relic passed down from ancestors from generation to generation, it will be meaningless if it does not fall into the hands of the right person. I
The last thing I want to see is for someone with evil intentions to snatch this old sword from my hands and use it in war. So you should keep it, Castro. Please don't let it fall into your arms.
In human hands."
"...I understand, Master." The tiger boy accepted the so-called blunt sword.
Of course it is not blunt. It is actually a sharp sword. And as the treasure of the Esquimo tribe, it should be famous. But this is a secret that is carefully guarded, and only a few people
Know.
"I have a question." After the tiger boy put away the sword, he glanced at the sleepy werewolf boy beside him: "Why don't you give it to your child for safekeeping? I am just an outsider at best, but your son -
----＂
"He's just an unworthy man." The leader of the White Wolf clan glanced at his youngest son.
At that time, the werewolf boy was drowsy and fell asleep leaning on the bench. His father took a blanket and covered the child.
"He can't be as calm as you. If something happens to me, this kid will definitely take the sword I gave him and take revenge on someone." White Wolf said: "However, hatred will definitely produce new hatred. New hatred.
Hatred will bring more hatred. The so-called hatred is such a cycle, endless. So this blunt sword cannot be given to this child. Please take it away and bring it to a place not contaminated by war. Please
You become a Peace Walker, Castro."
"I will do it, Master." The tiger boy replied solemnly.
"I just hope my worries are unfounded," the white wolf man sighed, "I really don't want these children to see that the war era is coming."
At the same time (?), inside the combat module of the Dawn.
"Well..." Bedivere gradually woke up, as if he had had a long, long dream.
His whole body was trapped by a sense of exhaustion, and his body felt as heavy as lead.
"Boss." Lawrence was watching with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
"It's okay..." Bedivere got up from the bed and tried to move his hands and feet: "Those mithrils...didn't they occupy my nervous system?"
"I don't know. No one knows." Lawrence asked: "But it seems that you still have the right to control your own body, so... it's okay for the time being?"
"For the time being." Bedivere hummed, "How serious is the erosion?"
"It is said that it has eroded into your brainstem." Lawrence shook his head and said: "At this point, there is no way to remove that thing from your body. It is almost integrated with your nervous system. What's left is
The only alternative is to take out your brain except the brainstem and transplant it into another body. But there is no such advanced surgical operation in the world that can do this."
"Yes. It seems we can only leave it to fate." Bedivere moved his right hand. His hands and feet still obeyed his orders, nothing special. Those mithril fluids themselves do not have self-awareness, and they all obey the spell.
The fire of magic is the extension of Bedivere's will and obeys Bedivere's orders. So in the end, the mithril fluid still obeys Bedivere's orders... Theoretically.
"Your current situation is very similar to Mr. Nut's. The body is a fusion of organic matter and inorganic matter. I think Mr. Nut can probably give you some advice. But he is still in the big hole, and we have not yet
I can get in touch with him."
"We haven't contacted you yet? Where are the people who were kidnapped?"
"We have no clue. The signal interference in the underground cave in the Big Hollow is too serious, and we can't do anything. Now we can only wait for them to unilaterally contact us."
"I hope everyone is okay..." Bediwell said worriedly.
"Boss," Lawrence came over rarely and asked seriously: "I hope you can recall what happened in the big hole. Why was your body eroded by that mithril? This is definitely not a one-time event.
A mere accident, right? What...did you do?"
"Are you interrogating me?"
"No, I'm just worried." Lawrence frowned and said, "If the mithril fluid was controlled by the magic fire, it would never do anything to harm you. But now it has done something extraordinary like this."
Thing, this also means that the spell fire in your hand, boss... is a bit... not very obedient to the command."
He tactfully told Bedivere that this accident happened because Bedivere's spell fire was out of control.
"...So what have you done to make your spell fire look like that?"
"[Spiritual Ceremony]." Bedivere replied in a low voice.
The face of the conjurer changed: "Are you serious? The spirit separation ceremony? In a place with such harsh conditions? Why?"
"I have to do this. I have to maintain control of the mithril fluid and use the spirit separation ritual to find my companions." Bedivere replied: "So... I gave it a small try. And
I succeeded. I succeeded in [splitting] without the help of the great teacher Clara, and split the cursed fire into two."
"No... no no no no no!" Lawrence shook his head suddenly: "How is this a success? Is this a failure?! Your spell fire is out of control, okay?! No wonder those secrets
The silver fluid will run into your bone marrow, so that's what happened! You used the [Spiritual Separation Ritual] on your own without the guidance of your master, which caused your ability to control the fire of the spell to decline.
The fire control system also went haywire, so everything went haywire!"
"Is this... so bad? But everything is clearly under my control..."
"You think it is. But your subconscious may have done something to cause this [accident]." Lawrence continued to shake his head and said: "People have too many thoughts and are too complicated, and every thought may affect the magic fire. Normal
Under certain circumstances, the cursed fire will filter out the user's distracting thoughts and only execute the instructions explicitly given by the user. However, if you use the [spiritual separation ritual] without guidance, the filtering function of the cursed fire will be affected.
Something went wrong. Any distracting thoughts that arise unconsciously in your mind will be dealt with accordingly."
"Then it turned into what it is now?"
"Probably, this is probably the best situation. God knows what other extraordinary things the magic fire can do."
So, Bedivere's expression began to change this time.
"Um... have you done a detailed physical examination on Mr. Odyssey?" He asked tremblingly, "There shouldn't be any mithril left in his body, right?"
"It is said that there is no." Lawrence replied: "Why do you ask this?"
Bedivere showed an embarrassed expression: "Because his father killed my father. When I found out about this, I almost made a murderous move towards him."
So even Lawrence's face turned pale. Bedivere's consciousness may have controlled himself, but his subconscious may really do this. His cursed fire may want to kill Odyssey, whether Bedivere or not
It was ordered to do so!
"I...I have to confirm this." Lawrence then turned around in a hurry and wanted to leave: "Boss, you stay here and lie down."
"I'm going too------" Bediwell wanted to get out of bed.
"No!" the conjurer stopped him: "During this period, it would be better for you not to meet Mr. Odyssey. Just in case."