It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sky was just getting a little white.
In the gray fog, Bedivere and several other Khajiit hunters hurriedly brought the fainted Albert back to the village.
As soon as they entered the village, Chief Roble heard the report and rushed over.
When Bediwell saw the patriarch coming, he quickly said: "Albert, he------"
"Go away, stay out of the way!" Patriarch Roble pushed the werewolf boy away with one hand and leaned over to see his son Albert. He took out some kind of cloth bag filled with herbs from his pocket and put it in front of Albert's nose
Let him sniff it.
"Woo! -------" Albert woke up immediately. Bedi could tell from Al's frowning eyebrows that the smell of the herb was probably terrible.
"...Old, Dad?" Albert got up and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. It took him a full second to figure out what was going on. Once he understood, his face immediately changed.
Gloomy.
Seeing that his son had regained consciousness, Robl was not very happy. Instead, he had an angry look on his face: "You useless loser. How many times have I told you not to follow me when hunting monsters? Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
"I'm sorry..." the tiger boy whispered. He looked aggrieved but had nowhere to vent, so he could only swallow his anger and lower his head.
"That's enough, take Silver Wolf home and stay well. You are not allowed to leave home for three days!" said the angry tiger man father.
"...I know." Albert replied reluctantly.
After returning to the room, he was still lying on the table listlessly, his hands playing with a small hole on the wooden tabletop in boredom.
Bedivere looked on and finally couldn't help but ask: "Al, what happened to you just now? Could you be..."
"Afraid of seeing blood? Yes. I do have [hemaphobia]." Albert said with a look of frustration that could not be concealed. "A guy like me will tremble with fear when he sees himself or the people around him bleeding."
.In severe cases, you may even faint.
A loser like me is destined not to become an excellent warrior."
"Yesterday, so many human prisoners were killed by monsters in the death pit, but you didn't care at all---"
"Of course, I don't know those people." Albert smiled bitterly, "But I know you, Bedi...I care about you."
Bediwell remained silent. This guy Al was obviously shy. He already regarded Bedi as a friend, but he refused to say it out loud. It was really pointless to talk in a roundabout way.
But Bedivere is most worried about something else. Life in the Underdark is very harsh, and useless people cannot survive. If they cannot prove that they are useful to the clan, they will be cruelly abandoned.
Those who are of no value to the clan will end up miserable. They will either be exiled to the wilderness or become prey for monsters.
Even if Albert is the son of the patriarch, there will be no exception.
The tiger boy in front of Bedivere has no future. The sentence of death will catch Albert sooner or later.
He can look at everything in the world so optimistically precisely because he has already seen everything through, and precisely because he has no expectations anymore. He doesn't care at all about the war between orcs and humans. He has long been desperate for the world.
No matter what the world becomes, he can accept it happily.
In other words, he pretended to accept it and smiled bitterly.
Seeing Bediwell looking at him with pity, Albert closed his eyes: "Don't look at me like this, Bedi. I don't need your pity."
"Al, let's escape from the village. It's still too late. We can still find opportunities to escape to the glorious area." Bedivere whispered, "There are many good people in the human world. Hall and I
The Duke said that he will definitely be able to help you find a place to stay. You don’t need to wait to die here."
"Hahahahahahaha." The tiger boy laughed, as if this was the funniest joke he had ever heard in the world. "Bedi, you really know how to joke! You want me to wag my tail and ask for help from humans."
Pity? Hahaha, absolutely impossible!
I would rather die in this dark area, be exiled, and be used as food for monsters, than go to the glorious area, surrender, and let humans tame me! ---I am different from you, I am
Not a human pet!!＂
The words of the tiger boy deeply hurt Bediwell. Indeed, Bedi is not much different from a dog. He is just a loyal dog raised by humans. After receiving some benefit from humans, he will immediately wag his tail and beg for mercy from humans gratefully.
(But...it's always a little different.)
"How dare you talk nonsense in front of me------" Anger burst out from the werewolf boy's body.
(Close your eyes and you can feel everything that happened in the past.)
"Arthur didn't keep me as a pet..."
(That was, absolutely unforgettable, the day when everyone went on adventures together.)
"Arthur and I are friends!!" he shouted.
That was a very common sentence. It was plain and true.
------True, but it has the power to shake people's hearts.
Albert looked at Bedivere. The werewolf boy's roar made the tiger boy forget his frustration. What he saw was not just a naive, stupid and inexperienced boy, but the entire world that this werewolf boy was connected to.
world.
Albert, who had already despaired of everything, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Perhaps, what he really wants can be found from Bedivere.
------A true friend.
Albert looked at Bediwell calmly: "Okay, Bedi, I take back what I said. You are a friend of mankind, so that's okay. But, I still won't go with you."
I know that I cannot survive in the Glorious Territory. Even if humans offer me kindness, I cannot accept it shamelessly. Looking at what humans have done to my people, I can no longer trust humans."
Bedivere was still dissatisfied: "If you have seen Arthur, you must ------"
"Forget it, Bedi." Albert smiled bitterly, "Tomorrow, Tutan, the leader of the Elephant Tribe, will come to the village for a meeting. I may be able to find a way to arrange for you to meet him."
"Really?! Thank you, Al!"
"So what if we meet? Do you really think you can persuade him? Those big elephants are more stubborn than tigers." Albert looked indifferent, knowing that Bedivere's plan was destined to fail.
"The key is, I have to at least give it a try." Bedivere also knows how stupid his approach is, but he is also a stubborn fool. "If I don't even give it a try, I will never forgive myself."
The tiger boy shrugged. He didn't agree with the other party's approach, but he admired the werewolf boy's persistence.