At noon the next day, Albert was grounded at home and almost went crazy. He paced back and forth impatiently in every corner of the room, rolling back and forth on the bed and sofa from time to time, and sometimes opening the window to look out.
Looking around, he looked like a hamster who had drunk coffee.
Bediwell shook his head and sat quietly on the floor, "Al, calm down, let's play poker again. You have only been banned by Patriarch Roble for three days, and now it's the second day. Time flies by."
"It's so noisy! Don't you think that a big cat like me needs a lot of exercise!" said the tiger boy, while rolling back and forth on the bed, messing up the sheets. "You've finished telling your story. I'm going to die of boredom."
Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
"My life is too short, and I'm really sorry that the adventure story is not long enough." Bedivere said bitterly, "Also, it's my turn to sleep on the bed tonight, and you sleep on the sofa. Please keep the sheets clean. Your tiger
It’s hard to clean up the hair when it falls on the bed!”
"Ouch..." The tiger boy felt helpless for a while, "I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you. If I don't go out, mold will grow in the room!"
"Isn't that just right?" Bediwell looked out the window at the gloomy sky. Dark clouds were still gathering, and the heavy rain that started at noon yesterday has not stopped yet.
Moreover, I heard that the scale of this event was very large, covering the entire Underdark Region. Although this timely rain saved the Underdark Region from drought, it also blocked the originally pitiful sunlight.
If this continues for two or three days, the whole world will grow moldy. In fact, Albert's room already smells musty.
Musty smell? Or...
Bediwell looked at the white tiger lying on the bed. The tiger's hair was messy and it didn't look so clean. The source of the strange smell was this tiger, and he was still rolling on the sheets where Bediwell would sleep tonight.
.....
Bedivere had an idea: "Al, actually, there should be a way for us to have a chance to go out and wander around. Even if it is only for a short period of time."
Al jumped up from the bed: "What?!"
"Take a bath?" Chief Roble was busy handling the official business at hand. He signed a large number of strategic documents. He did not hide these documents from Bedi, because Bedi could not understand the writing of the Fang Clan at all.
"Take a hot spring!" Albert said, "It's just on that hill, just take a dip, that's okay? We won't run around, and we're also accompanied by guards."
"We have to waste our precious security force again to accompany you two boys to fool around." Robl was very reluctant.
"But, I haven't taken a shower for two days!" Albert looked at his father with a pitiful look, "Look, I'm about to stink!"
"Be patient. There is water shortage in other villages, and there are people who can't even take a shower for several years." Robl disagreed, "It doesn't matter if you don't take a shower for two days."
"Dad, you have black hair all over your body, and you don't have any problems even if you don't take a shower for ten years. I'm different! This white hair can be seen after two days without taking a shower!" Albert continued to talk nonsense, "Look
, the hair on my armpits is all yellow------"
"That's enough!" Robl really couldn't stand his son's messing around like this (especially the body odor), so he finally gave in, "You go ahead. You'll be back in ten minutes."
"I can't even clean my butt in ten minutes!"
"Half an hour!------Now, get out of here!" Roble shouted.
With a proud look on his face as if his conspiracy had succeeded, Al stuck out his tongue and turned around and ran out. Bedivere smiled angrily and was about to follow him out.
"Silver Wolf, I know what you did yesterday. Do you think that alienating the relationship between Chief Tutan and us will reduce the combat effectiveness of the orc coalition?" Roble said suddenly.
"...I have no intention of alienating you." Bedivel said, "I just want to tell Master Tutan that no matter how hard life is, you should never give up your dignity in life."
"Oh, ------ Bah. You still have [the dignity of life]!" Roble said angrily, "During the massacre in Egypt, did humans give us [the dignity of life]?"
When the orcs were alive, humans wanted to enslave them. Even after the orcs died, humans would still take off their fur. What kind of [dignity in life] is this? It doesn’t even have [dignity in death]!”
Bedi turned his head and looked at the big black tiger with a sad face: "I'm sorry about your eldest son. But it's only a part of humanity that made the mistake. You want to take revenge on all humanity, even those innocent people."
Are human beings involved in it?...What can revenge get in exchange? It just adds to the sorrow."
Roble was not persuaded. On the contrary, the anger in his eyes burned even more intensely. He said to the werewolf boy in a resentful and mocking tone: "Do you know that your father was killed by me?"
Bedivere was silent for a while.
Facing Bedi's silence, Roble drew out a sharp sword. The sword exuded a cold light: "At the clan meeting, I will use this sword to break open your father's belly."
I watched his intestines spill out from his bloody stomach."
The werewolf boy was shocked, but the other party did not stop.
"I didn't stop. I slashed upwards, slit his stomach, slit his trachea, slit his throat, and split his head in two."
Bedi's legs became weak and he fell back. He sat on the ground and watched as Robl's whole body pressed in front of him!
"I finally used this sword to split open his chest and dig out his still beating heart."
The werewolf boy gasped, his anger and fear reaching the highest peak. The enemy who killed his father in front of him was forced in front of the boy. The two faced each other, and the distance between them was only one inch!
"How about it, kid? If I say this, can you still say it doesn't matter and you don't want revenge?!"
"Ha, ha, ha... I... don't want to!" The werewolf boy gasped, his anger overwhelming everything, and his pupils shrank to the smallest size due to extreme excitement!
"He is really a hypocrite! Then--" Roble handed the sword into Bedivere's hand: "Come on! The weapon is in your hand!---This is what I used to kill back then.
Your father’s sword! Do you really not want to use this sword to avenge your father’s murder?”
The cold sword became hot in the hands of the werewolf boy. The anger of hatred heated every inch of the wolf's skin and every hair close to the ignition point. He held the sword tightly, his hands trembled, and hot sweat came from the ends of his hair.
When it came out, it fell like raindrops, pattering on the wooden floor.
Stab it down. A voice keeps echoing in the werewolf boy's mind.
Stab it down and end everything.
This is a shortcut to avenge my father's murder. This is also a shortcut to end this war.
Stab it down and end everything, and then the world will be pure!
"No!!!!" Bedivere instantly burst out with the power of the mad transformation technique. He turned into a burly behemoth and knocked Roble to the ground!
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The giant wolf raised its sword and stabbed wildly, stabbing Roble with one sword.
A second later, Bedivere returned to his original shape.
There was a small gash just next to Roble's lower abdomen. The sword sank deeply into the floor, leaving only a small wound on the Khajiit's waist.
Bedi didn't miss. At the critical moment, he used his reason to overcome his anger, causing the sword to miss.
Roble looked at the werewolf boy with disappointment. The revenge comedy he expected did not happen, but what he got in exchange was the forgiveness of his enemy.
"You coward, don't you even dare to kill the person who killed your father?" He said stiffly, but he knew the answer best in his heart.
"It's not that I dare not kill you." Bedivere cried quietly, "but I can't kill you. If I kill you, Al will be sad. He is my friend, and I will never do it.
Things that hurt your friends.
A father killed another father. The son avenged his father and killed the father. The son of the father also killed the other son in revenge. The son also had his own son, the son's son.
Continue to kill the enemy's son. The two groups have been fighting each other for generations. Do they want to keep killing until no one is left?
If hatred is continued from generation to generation like this, will the world change?
Please, don’t be resentful anymore! There is enough sorrow in this world, there is no need to let it continue to grow! Let it go!”
Only now did Robl finally understand that this werewolf boy was truly a righteous man.
He will not go crazy because of revenge, nor will he go crazy because of resentment. Although he is immature and clumsy, Bedivere's soul is extremely pure and kind.
This is also a state that Roble will never be able to reach in his lifetime. After losing his eldest son Robert, he has forgotten what forgiveness is and has completely become a vengeful evil spirit.
What makes us so miserable?
What makes us so small, not even as good as a skinny child?
After Bediwell turned and left, Roble was still reflecting quietly.
The words of a young man caused changes in time and space, making events that should not have happened gradually become possible, and the great destiny of the world began to derail.
The fourth miracle - the creation of Kama (destiny), is always launched in Bediville without any advice. The scale is not important, the important thing is...
------The variables of fate have already appeared.