When Bedivere woke up, he found that his left prosthetic leg had been removed and his right hand was tied to the bedside behind his back. The rope was tied so cleverly that he could never break free.
He turned to look over and saw a Khajiit boy in burlap clothes, who was carefully studying Bediwell's belongings. He was tired of looking at Bediwell's prosthetic leg, and after putting it down, he went to study Bedi's sapphire ring.
"No!" Bedivere said feebly, his head still aching, "Give that back to me!... That's my fiancée's... engagement ring!"
This ring was indeed given to him by Lianyin, although it was not a real [engagement ring]. But in desperation, Bedivere had to lie because he was afraid that the secret of the ring would be discovered by the other party (in fact, only Bedivere could open the subspace of the ring)
).
"Is it Meow?" The tiger boy was about ten years old, and his impure English still had the strange accent of the Fierce Fang tribe. He turned to look at Bedi and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I thought this thing was
Treasure. I’ll return it to you right away. I’m sorry.”
He came over, grabbed Bedivere's right hand, and put the ring on the werewolf boy's index finger.
Only then did Bedivere have time to observe the tiger boy carefully. The guy was not very tall, only about five and a half feet tall.
There are black tiger stripes on the snow-white hair all over his body, which seems to be the opposite color to the black-haired and white-striped Patriarch Roble.
While Bedivere looked at the white tiger with his sky-blue eyes, the other party also looked at Bedivere with his ice-blue eyes.
They were stunned for a few seconds before the young tiger man said: "Are you Silver Wolf Bediwell? I am Albert Roble. Please give me your guidance in the future."
Bedi didn't know what to say for a moment. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, and he only remembered that he was knocked unconscious by Chief Robul.
Roble? This guy is also called Roble. Could it be ------
"Dad asked me to take good care of you. So, meow, you will give me your left hand for safekeeping first, and just stay here honestly, do you understand?" the tiger boy said with a commanding tone.
"Okay..." Bedi compromised, thinking about various countermeasures in his mind, "I promise not to run away. So, can you untie my right hand first? It's really uncomfortable to have it tied behind my back like this."
"Okay. You can't do any tricks anyway." Albert relaxed his vigilance and went over to untie Bedi's rope.
Bedivere knew his current situation. He was deep in the Fierce Tooth Man's territory and he didn't have any weapons in hand. Even if he could bring down the little tiger, he would never be able to escape.
And, he wasn't here to fight. He never meant to hurt anyone.
"Hmm." Bediwell supported his body with one hand and got up from the bed. He finally got used to the weight of his left prosthetic limb. Now that he doesn't have it, Bediwell feels very uncomfortable.
The tiger boy took a few steps back. He was not completely unprepared for Bediwell. He was probably wary of Bediville suddenly pounced on him and attacked.
But when the tiger boy saw that the other party was sitting honestly in front of the bed, and that he was much thinner than himself (and missing an arm), even if he launched a surprise attack, he would not succeed, so the tiger boy's wariness gradually diminished.
"Then, Silver Wolf Bewilf---"
"Call me Bedivere." The werewolf boy interrupted.
"Okay, Bedivere," the other party quickly corrected, "So, Bedivere, what do you want to do next? Stay here until the war is over?"
"If possible, I would like to meet Tutan, the leader of the Turkic tribe (Elephants). The Elephants are all pacifists, and I really hope to persuade them to stop this senseless war."
Albert cast a pity look at Bedivere. The werewolf boy in front of him was hopelessly naive.
"So what if you meet, everything will be in vain. However, if we just meet once, I should be able to help you find a way." The white tiger boy said with a mischievous smile, "But you have to tell me some information as a price."
"
"Anyone who wants to get information about the configuration of human military forces from me is in vain." Bedi declared first, "I am a nobody, and I have no idea about the strategic configuration of the big shots. It is somewhat relevant."
I also asked the mage to help me eliminate my memories in advance.------You will get nothing from me."
(*Note: Bedivere thought this sentence in advance to bluff people. He did not ask Merlin to help him erase his memory because he did not know any military aircraft intelligence related to the human coalition.)
Albert smiled disdainfully and shrugged to show that he had no hostility: "Don't worry, what I want to ask you is not something boring like military secrets."
The tiger boy pulled a chair over and sat down. He pressed his chest against the back of the chair, opened his big ice-blue eyes, and said expectantly: "What I want to know is your adventure in the human world."
Story. You can always tell me this, right?"
Bedivere was stunned for a while. The other party's question was beyond his expectation. But he quickly changed his mind and wanted to get some benefits from the tiger boy, so he said:
"Okay. The story of my adventures in the human world so far is very long, enough for you to listen to for days and nights. ------In contrast, I also want to ask you something."
"Equal exchange, meow? Okay, let me see what you are asking about." The little tiger was not stupid. He smiled slyly and wanted to test the opponent's trump card first.
"------Tell me, what happened in Egypt ten years ago?" Bedivere stared at the tiger boy with his sky-blue eyes.
The smile of the tiger boy Albert was instantly replaced by a cold and stiff expression.
"You really want to know, Meow?"
Bedivere only nodded slightly. He wanted to know what made Patriarch Roble hate humans so much?
Why? Since humans have no reason, they want to kill the orcs like this? Is it possible to let such an unjust thing happen just because of pure malice?
Bedivere has encountered many villains, but he does not believe that human beings can be so inferior. He believes that human beings still have a kind side, no matter how sinister and vicious, no matter how greedy and cunning - they are not inferior to beasts.
Bediwell, a twelve-year-old werewolf boy, only knows how to look at the world with innocent eyes. He has experienced so many disasters, but he still thinks that the world is always beautiful.
------He has no idea of the bottomless malice of human beings (the world).
------He has no idea about the endless darkness of the world (destiny).