Five minutes later. In Knight Arthur's new dormitory.
"Is this your room?" Bediwell, the werewolf boy, asked in surprise, "How come...there are no traces of [human] life at all?"
What a big, yet so empty room.
Surrounded by steel walls, this room of about two hundred square feet contained nothing but the most basic furniture, two beds side by side, two tables and chairs.
Compared to the werewolf boy's former small, neat (ok, slightly messy) room filled with books and toys, the knight's room was simply large and empty.
I really don't understand how the owner of the room lives in such an environment.
For people with a blank mind, will their lives also be blank?
"What do you mean?" Arthur took out a cotton uniform from the suitcase and threw it to the werewolf boy, with a vague expression of disgust: "Change the bandage yourself and go take a shower. You have a smell all over your body."
It smells like wild beasts, it stinks to death."
The werewolf boy walked into the bathroom helplessly. But within ten seconds, he rushed out in a panic: "You, you, you, you! What did you do to my body?!"
"What [did something]? Are you missing something?" Arthur was still writing a report. He stopped the pen in his hand and asked in confusion.
"Missing?" (Bedivere looked down subconsciously) "No, I------how did I become...uh...human?"
"Human? No." Arthur said disapprovingly, "There is a button on the right side of the collar around your neck. Press it and see?"
Bedivere dubiously did so. He fumbled for the small red button on his silver metal collar and pressed it.
The silver hair on his arms grew out again, just like the self he was familiar with, he was still the same werewolf boy.
"Photon stereoscopic projection technology. You can see through this camouflage if you look closely at it, but you won't be much different from ordinary humans when you look at it from a distance." Arthur explained, "However, this thing only works on living organisms
, you still have to wear clothes."
The werewolf boy immediately blushed and hid in the bathroom.
"Oh, and also," the young knight sat at his desk and wrote a report and said: "Don't even think about leaving the base of the Northern Knights without my company, and don't even think about removing that collar. Otherwise, it will
It will kill you."
"I know, I know..." Bedivere replied. Although he had already realized, he still couldn't help but feel a sting in his heart, "I know what I am. This level of precautions is of course
."
"Also," Knight Arthur added, "from today on, you will be my follower. The work to be done includes sorting out the equipment and renovating the iron cavalry. However, you have never been exposed to these things, and you don't know how to start.
?I will teach you little by little."
"Is the Iron Cavalry...that anti-gravity airship?" Bedivere asked with interest.
He had seen the high-ranking knights of France flying handsomely on similar things. The roar of the engine was like a deep and majestic beast. It completely fascinated the werewolf boy. Unfortunately, the iron cavalry was very expensive, and ordinary people spent their entire lives.
I can't even afford it with my savings, and only armed organizations like the Knights can ration it.
Arthur saw the werewolf boy drooling secretly, and immediately saw through Bedivere's thoughts. The Silver Knight remained calm, thinking about how to play tricks on this little servant: "The iron cavalry is just equipped with a photon explosion engine, which is better than the civilian reflex
The gravity airship just flies faster------no big deal. Do you want to sit down and take a look?"
"Okay." The werewolf boy replied with interest.
"Wow ah ah ah ah!!!" Ten minutes later, as the werewolf boy screamed miserably, a ray of silver light pierced the sky.
"Stop! Stop!!!"
"What did you say?! I can't hear------" Arthur was selectively deaf.
"Stop! Stop it quickly! I'm going to spit it out!" Bedivere shouted at the highest decibel level.
A minute later, by a certain forest.
"Ugh------" The werewolf boy Bediwell held on to the tree trunk and vomited again and again until he almost collapsed, but his head was still dizzy.
"It's really useless. You vomited at such a speed. What should you do in the future?" Arthur sat on a clean tree stump, crossing his legs and sarcastically sarcastically.
"A speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour is considered [such a speed]?!"
Arthur patted the fuselage of the iron monster, as if he was praising an old friend: "This iron monster can reach the top speed of sound. However, there is no driver who can withstand that speed. No matter how you train your body,
Internal organs cannot be strengthened through exercise. Anyone who wants to reach the highest speed will have internal organs damaged due to the [photon buffering effect]* and die of internal bleeding."
(*Note: In this world, objects and the environment are full of photons, and living organisms are no exception. When moving at high speed, photons in the environment will produce a resistance-like effect on the photons in the object, causing the object to be unable to effectively
Acceleration------This is [Photonic Buffering]. If the object of acceleration is a living thing, the internal organs will be extra burdened, and in serious cases, internal bleeding will occur and death.)
"I understand, I look like I'm about to die now, thank you." Bedivere vomited for a while.
"Hurry up and wash your face after vomiting. You are so dirty." Arthur turned away and threw a water bag to the werewolf boy, "Just hold on for a short while, we are almost there."
"Are we here?" The werewolf boy Bediwell poured water on his head. The water slid from the hair on his head to the tip of his nose, bringing a hint of coolness and making him feel a little more comfortable.
He took a breath: "Where are you?"
The knight shrugged and replied matter-of-factly: "The Tower of the Archmage."