An hour later, on a cliff near the Royal Palace of Iceland.
Tristan drew a sword and pointed it directly at Bedivere's throat.
The werewolf boy raised his sword to block, using the smooth surface of the ice sword to deflect the opponent's attack. He squatted down and raised his sword to stab his opponent in the abdomen!
Seeing that the attack was blocked, the fish-man boy slashed his sword with his backhand, forcing Bedivere, who was attacking, to roll away.
But the werewolf boy was not someone to be trifled with. While rolling, he also slashed at Tristan's calf.
With the force of rotation, the sword slashed diagonally upward toward Tristan's lower abdomen. The fish-man boy had to jump to avoid it. While jumping, in order to protect himself, he made a preemptive strike and struck down with his sword!
The werewolf boy who was halfway rolling stepped on the ground. Using this as a fulcrum, he used his sword to prop himself up on the ground. He drew a half arc with his whole body and easily dodged the opponent's attack. After evading the opponent's attack, he
Instantly stabbed back with a sword!
Bang! The ice sword thrust out in a straight line, and the attack was fast and hard. There was no way to avoid it! It stabbed the fish-man boy on the shoulder, and it shattered instantly before seeing blood. No one was injured. Tristan attached an additional key to the ice sword.
As a safety measure, they used the command [automatically shatter the opponent's body when it touches it] - after all, they were just practicing, not risking their lives.
"Hoo, ho, ho." Bedivere dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand, panting, "That's 99 wins and 99 losses. No more, let me rest for a while."
"No, let's play again," Tristan also panted, but he refused to admit defeat, "There has to be a winner in the competition, right?"
"No, that's enough. After so many games, there is no winner. It proves that our strengths are almost the same. Let's decide the winner next time." The werewolf boy was worried that if the fight continued, it would hurt the harmony. "I should go back, Ya."
Se and the others are about to start worrying."
"No, no, I want to decide the winner!!" The fishman boy rolled on the ground and shouted while dancing.
"Don't be willful, your family -------" Bediwell was halfway through his words of rejection when his body suddenly became involuntarily motivated and he said: "Okay, okay, once again------"
The fish-man boy was startled and looked at Bedivere with disappointment: "I'm sorry, did I do it to you again..."
"What?" Bedivere came back to his senses and couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in his heart: "You, what did you just do to me?! You hypnotized me?!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I still can't control my power, and I accidentally hypnotized the other person when I spoke." Tristan said aggrievedly.
"Wait a minute. I told you so many things about myself just now, and you were hypnotizing me to tell me?! How could you do this!" The werewolf boy was angry, he had the feeling of being exposed.
The sense of shame is like being forced by hypnotism to take off all your clothes for the other person to see. Being violated in this way, even the good-tempered Bedivere will get angry!
"I'm sorry. I was just asking casually, but you told me, and your story was so interesting. I was fascinated by it, so I asked more and more questions unknowingly--" The fish-man boy
whispered.
"You kid!!" Bedivere yelled angrily. But he quickly suppressed his anger. He looked at the fish-man boy, sighed, and asked: "You really didn't mean it?"
"
"It's really not true. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" Tristan knelt down and apologized repeatedly.
Bedivere couldn't see any falsehood in the other person's eyes, only pure guilt.
"Really...forget it, I'll forgive you this time. But don't let it happen again!" Bedivere said helplessly.
"Yes, yes, I promise." The fish-man boy said happily: "It's great that you can forgive me!"
"That's really a convenient ability. Just say something and others will obey you*. Don't you want to be able to be the wind or the rain?" Bedivere looked at the fish-man boy up and down.
(*Note: Bedivere does not have a deep understanding of hypnotism. In fact, the hypnotist emits photons with hypnotic information in the environment, and speaking is only one of the sufficient but not necessary conditions for inducing hypnosis. He is working with Cui
During the communication with Tristan, he has been under the influence of hypnosis, and the suggestion imposed is: [Follow Tristan's instructions.])
"Not at all." The fish-man boy showed a lonely expression, "Everyone has followed me since childhood. They will do whatever I say. They only listen to my orders because of my identity or my hypnotic ability.
, no one really does anything because they agree with me. In the end, I am just a useless waste who can't do anything, and everything is done for me by others. What's so great about this."
Bedivere looked at Tristan for a while, and then he sighed: "So, you are like me. When my people were exterminated, I couldn't do anything. Grandpa and their village were plundered by the Fang Clan.
, I couldn't do anything. When Arthur was fighting there, I could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything. In the end, I was also a useless waste.
But Arthur also said that weakness is not terrible, just work hard to become stronger. So, don’t hang your head there, show some backbone."
"Bedi---"
The werewolf boy showed a serious look and said: "We are friends, aren't we? It's not because of your hypnosis, but because we have truly made friends. You didn't say you wanted me to be your friend, but I have made you
As friends. Is this also your false illusion?"
"No, it's not." The fish-man boy smiled and said, "Thank you, Bedivere. You are really my friend, my first real friend."
"Well, seeing how pitiful you are, I made an exception to let you be my friend." The werewolf boy laughed.
"Idiot, you are so pitiful!" the fish-man boy said with a red face.
"Then, go back?" Bedivere said, "Don't let others worry."
"Yeah!" Tristan replied with a smile.
The fishman boy walking behind turned his head and looked at the edelweiss flowerbed on the cliff before leaving, and whispered: "Did you see that, Dad? I have made friends."
The sea breeze rose, and the velvet on the flower field rolled like snow-white waves, as if in response to the young man's words.
Under the edelweiss, an ancient stone tablet was engraved with a line of words that are still vaguely visible:
The greatest Beijing hero in history, Victor Tristan, is buried here at the age of seventy-six. His beloved wife was born in 5 AD.
Some of the weathered stone monuments have long been unrecognizable, only on this cliff, telling the vicissitudes of history.