Al opened his eyes and looked at Bediwell with his big icy blue eyes: "Good morning, Bedi."
"Good morning..." Bedivere replied in confusion.
"If you are bored, go for a walk in the village." Tutan said, while ordering people to come and move away the evil star. He did not seem to intend to put Bedivere and the others under house arrest, but gave them the freedom to move around in the village.
"Really, is it really possible?"
"Go ahead. Use your eyes to confirm for yourself what our life is like." Chief Tutan sneered. He seemed to have his own set of ideas.
The Elephant Man's village was built surrounded by towering ancient trees. The huge rhizomes intertwined between the ancient trees formed a huge network, and were like natural passages for these elephants to travel everywhere in the swamp. These rhizomes
The road formed is strong enough to bear the weight of the elephants.
It is still raining lightly in the territory of the Turks. A lot of rain has accumulated in the past few days, which has restored vitality to the swamp. The originally dry swamp was able to quickly revive within a few days. The werewolf boy couldn't help but sigh at the greatness of vitality.
Of course, this so-called restoration of life refers to the countless poisonous weeds, poisonous insects and monsters living under the swamp becoming active again. The life in the Everglades is not only tenacious and tenacious, but also cunning and vicious.
It was already noon, and a small amount of sunlight and dew spilled from the leaves of the towering trees, pouring lightly into the swamps below the village. Bediwell could clearly see countless monsters surging in the swamps.
"It's so scary." Albert couldn't help but shrink back and try to stay away from the tree trunk passage. If you fall from here, you will be surrounded by those terrifying creatures in an instant, and the consequences will be disastrous.
"Al, what are your plans for the future?" Bedivere asked in a low voice.
"What else can we plan? We can only take one step at a time." The tiger boy said with a bitter smile. His dirty face was still stained with a small amount of blood, mud, and all kinds of indescribable dirt (three people
They fell into the swamp together yesterday), and the white tiger turned into a dirty kitten.
Bediwell reached out to catch some rainwater and washed his face, "Clan Roble doesn't love you because of your [hemaphobia]. If you can overcome this fear, you will definitely be able to prove yourself useful. He
I will definitely accept you again."
"It's really that simple." The tiger boy sat down and looked up at the sky, letting his body get soaked by the rain. "Remember what I said about the massacre in Egypt?"
"...Remember." Bedi also sat down and listened quietly to his friend's narration.
"Didn't the Pharaoh order people to peel off the furs of the orcs who bit their tongues and committed suicide? That also included the furs of my brother Robert." Al swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This was the first time he had told others about this in many years.
,
"The Pharaoh treated these furs as commodities and shipped them to Europe. But our tribesmen learned about this first, attacked the merchant ship before the ship arrived in Rome, and took back our tribesmen's furs.
Those furs were transported back with great care, just like the remains of the tribesmen.
However......
However, I was not happy at all when my father brought back my brother's fur.
The fur that my father brought back that belonged to my brother... The white fur was full of gaps made by swords and guns. It was the only fur that was stained with bright red blood and could not be washed away.
The elder brother must have fought until the last moment before being captured. The weapons of the Egyptian army made countless holes in his body. At the corners of the furry mouth, there were more, more bloodstains. That was the splatter after the elder brother bit his tongue and committed suicide.
The blood that came out.
After seeing that blood, I never dared to look at more blood. Seeing the people around me injured, bleeding, and finally dead...it was really scary, meow!"
Albert hugged his knees tightly and cried softly. Bedivere said nothing and could only put his arms around his friend's shoulders.
The trauma in Al's heart is more serious than Bedi imagined, and it may be difficult to cure. But it has to be cured - in order to allow this guy to become an independent [adult], and in order to allow him to have the right to survive.
The village began to become lively, interrupting Bedivere's thoughts. He was curious about what was going on, and saw an elephant man walking towards the residence with a bag of food.
"Uh, sir? What's going on?" Bedivere asked quickly. He just hoped that the other party could understand English.
"A wandering businessman is here." The Elephant Man looked very happy, "He is willing to use the potion we prepared in exchange for food. Finally, we don't have to go hungry!"
Oh? Businessman?
"Al, let's go take a look?" Bedivere pulled Albert up. He thought that joining in the fun could change the Khajiit boy's mood, and maybe he could find a way to cure Al's [hyperphobia].
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In the central part where many branches are intertwined, the Elephant People dug a little bit here and it became a natural square. Although the ground of the square is not very flat, it is large and spacious, enough for thousands of Elephant People.
Gather here.
The elephants are indeed a group of amazing pharmacists, and their various magical prescriptions have long been famous throughout Europe, even among humans.
However, the severe drought that has persisted in the Underdark in recent years has caused the great swamps to dry up. There are fewer medicinal materials, and of course the production of pharmaceuticals is also less.
Chief Tutan said that the Elephant tribe "cannot survive", which is one of the reasons.
Now, when it rains heavily, are there any smart businessmen who know that Xiang people can produce various medicines again, and come over to do business?
"Okay, fifteen bottles of purifying medicine are exchanged for ten kilograms of potatoes. Deal!" A voice shouted in the center of the square.
The voice sounded very familiar. But the square was so crowded with elephants coming to trade that Bediwell couldn't get past it.
"There are more strength-enhancing potions here, if you still want to collect them!" Another elephant man shouted.
"Harvest it all, this wheat is yours!" the merchant responded.
"Bedi?" Albert tugged on Bediville's clothes.
"Let's...wait aside. Don't hinder their business." Bediwell said helplessly. He didn't want to squeeze into a group of crazy elephants. The elephants could kill him with just a kick.
How dangerous it would be if Al stepped on it!
The crazy transaction lasted for almost an hour. After everyone got their goods (mainly food) and happily dispersed, the businessman in the middle of the square gradually appeared in Bediwell's sight.
That's...a little white rabbit.
Wearing a waterproof black robe and a big black top hat, he was a very low-key businessman, but he couldn't escape Bedivere's sharp gaze: "Ryder?"
"...You have the wrong person, sir." Rabbit deliberately lowered his hat. The brim of his hat already covered most of his face, so pulling the hat down was actually unnecessary.
"It's impossible for me to admit my mistake. I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes." Bedivere said in a cold tone. No matter how low-key the other party was, he couldn't hide his scent, let alone change his voice.
Rabbit ignored Bedivere's words and turned around to leave: "...Then, if there is nothing to do with me, I will leave first."
"Don't go, Ryder ---" Seeing that he couldn't persuade Rabbit, Bedivere quickly said: "I just want to tell you that I have forgiven you. My people are living well now..."
.At least they are all alive...I am not angry with you anymore."
Rabbit Ryder stopped and turned his head. His face was still in the shadow of the big hat, and Bedi couldn't see the other person's expression: "Sir, I don't know about the friend named Ryder you mentioned.
Who is it? But if you really forgive him, that’s fine. Good day."
The rabbit really left this time. Bedivere knew that he couldn't stop him. However, he would definitely come back again, right?
Bedivere looked at a small bottle on the ground. It was something left by the bunnyman Ryder. The glass bottle contained some kind of sky-blue translucent liquid. When he opened it and smelled it, there was a peculiar orange aroma. No,