"Behind my back." Bedivere replied coldly. After learning the truth about the massacre in Egypt, Bedivere's favorable impression of Patriarch Roble plummeted, and he even spoke with hostility.
"I'm not talking about Al. Let me ask you again, where is Robert?"
Just as Bedivere was about to speak, Albert patted Bedivere on the shoulder and spoke first: "Brother, together with other White Bear people, are on the slave ship bound for Pantoracen. The ship has now crossed the Roman border.
We're at the border, you can't catch up."
"Al, you actually------"
"If I don't do this, what should I do?! Send my idiot brother back to the territory of the Fierce Fang Clan, so that dad, you abandon him, just like you abandoned me, meow?!" Albert's hands were tight
He pinched Bediwell's left shoulder so hard that his nails dug into the flesh of Bediwell's shoulder.
But the werewolf boy gritted his teeth and waited quietly. From Al's nervous and trembling hands, he could feel the pain in the tiger boy's heart. He could not eliminate the pain for his friend, he could only help his friend share it.
Robert's eyes were a little wandering, and he probably knew that he was in the wrong: "Very good. You are the guy who betrayed your brother. It seems that driving you out of the house is the right choice."
"You didn't drive me out of the house, but sold me. Don't say hypocritical words, old man!" Al grabbed harder, and Bediwell felt blood on his shoulder.
Gushing out, "Ten years ago, when you sold your own people, you deceived yourself with such peace of mind, meow?!"
When Robert heard this, a ferocious sneer appeared on his face.
After a moment, he spoke: "You are right. We had to do this at that time. I, Hackett, the previous leader of the Grik tribe, Red, the previous leader of the Fox tribe, we all know about it."
"really------"
"I won't regret it. We have to do this. If we don't reduce the population like this, we will all starve to death." Roble's face was cold and serious, not like he was lying at all.
"Al, you also grew up relying on the sacrifices of those people. Without them, you would have been chopped into pieces and eaten. Do you know what the fate of your mother was? She------"
"Shut up!" Al yelled.
Roble took a step back and stood in the living room: "I don't care what you plan to do. It's ridiculous that you think you can make the Grik tribe change their attitude towards participating in the war with such little information."
Bediwell finally understands now. Robert is here to hinder Bedi and their peace negotiations.
"...Do you really want to start a war with humans so much?" Bedivere asked in a low voice, "There is obviously no basis, and even the reasons for hating humans are fabricated by you yourself------"
"A fabrication? Is that really something I fabricated?" Roble said bluntly: "If our lives were more generous, we wouldn't have to sell out our own people and let them die. Their deaths are exactly how humans squeeze our survival.
spatial results.
If all the orcs can live a better life------at least they can fill their bellies---why do we need to send so many people to death?!"
Bedivere and Albert looked at each other. Roble's words were not unreasonable, but they were not completely convincing. Whether humans or orcs, they all had unshirkable responsibility for the tragedy of the Egyptian massacre.
"No one is completely innocent. But that doesn't mean you can use this as an excuse to go to war with humanity." Bedivere argued.
Roble shook his head. This werewolf boy's ideas were too idealistic, and it would be in vain to tell him too much.
The world is such a dark place. Either you are exploiting others, or others are exploiting you. High-sounding reasons are of no use at all. In the end, let the knife speak for itself------
With this thought in mind, Roble suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and slashed towards Bedivere's throat.
But he didn't expect that Albert came forward first and stood in front of Bedivere.
Roble hurriedly put away the edge of the sword, but the sword was still very powerful and was about to cut through Al's chest*!
(*Note: Al is slightly taller than Bedi)
A thick hand stretched out and blocked Al's chest. The sword sank deeply into that hand, breaking the flesh and bone, and finally got stuck between the arm bones of Pafo the Elephant Man.
"That's enough!" Paphos stood like a hill in front of Roble. The young Elephant Man was on the short side among his tribe, but compared to other tribesmen, he was still a lot taller.
"Hmph!" Roble withdrew his sword, not paying any attention to Pavel's right arm spewing blood.
"Just struggle as hard as you can. It's all in vain." Roble turned and was about to leave, "I have friends with Hackett's three sons. Are they more willing to believe me or you strangers? Hehehe
."
The tiger leader left the hall in a few steps.
"Damn...Pav, what happened to your hand?" Bedivere quickly came over to check the Elephant Man's injuries.
It was so serious. Half of the arm was cut open and the white bones could be seen. Robert had already reduced some of his strength, but he could still cause such great damage.
"It's okay. It will be cured immediately." Pavor took out the herbal medicine, bit it in his mouth, applied it on his arm, and then took out the herbal bandage to bandage himself.
"I'm sorry, Pafo, it's all because of me--" Albert was equally uneasy. He glanced at Bedivere's left shoulder again, where there were also Al's five claw marks. "I'm sorry for you too.
, Bedi. Let me apply some medicine for you."
Bedivere didn't say anything. He took off his shirt and looked at the scenery outside the window. He was thinking about how to defeat Roble. The situation was getting more and more desperate.
After doing it, the three of them walked outside the house together. Bedivere was anxious to find the three Hackett brothers, but there was no trace of Hackett anywhere. The three brothers went out early in the morning, and now, their
The smell had long since dissipated in the drizzle.
The patriarch's house was on a relatively high ground. When Bediwell looked at the whole of Athens, he realized how big it was. It was not easy to find three people in such a big town.
"Okay, time is running out. Al, Pafo, the three of us will work separately to persuade the three Hackett brothers before Roble. We will meet here at noon."
"I can find it, but I can't persuade you to come." Pavor said without emotion and walked eastward.
"I'm going too, Bedi, be careful." Albert also said, walking west.
Bedi turned to look at the two leopard guards in front of the patriarch's house. They had no intention of stopping or helping the werewolf boy.