I don't know how long it took. When Arthur woke up, he felt that his throat was dry and painful, as if a fire was burning in it.
"Water---water!" the knight subconsciously shouted.
"Okay, drink slowly." A jade hand slowly pushed the cup filled with sweet water to Arthur's lips.
Gudu, Gudu, Gudu. The knight greedily sucked the nectar in the cup. The clear spring water slid into his throat and moistened his dry throat.
After calming down, Arthur discovered that the jade hand that fed him water originally belonged to Greenville, the daughter of the Knight of Heaven.
The young knight immediately sobered up and asked, "...how long?"
"Two days." The therapist replied, "You have breathed in a poison that will continue to consume your physical strength, and the wound on your back is another poison that can kill you. If your little servant hadn't sent you away in time,
When you come back, you have already met God."
Arthur rolled his eyes: "Where's Bedivere?"
Greenwell looked a little displeased, "Your poisonous injuries are very similar to the poisons used by orcs for hunting, and he can't tell how you were attacked. For safety reasons, the Knights imprisoned him first. Now.
I guess he is being interrogated?"
"No!" Knight Arthur stood up with support, "Let him go quickly, it has nothing to do with him."
"You can't get up yet!"
"You don't know how ridiculous the knights' so-called [interrogation] is!" Arthur quickly pulled out the IV tube on his arm, "They can cripple your hand and then say to you, 'I'm sorry, this is a small interrogation.'"
Accident]!"
The Black Iron Knight Richard Leon Dickens is interrogating the werewolf boy in front of him.
Rather than saying it was an interrogation, would it be more appropriate to say it was a unilateral beating?
The werewolf boy was hung in the air by a rope. The whip fell on his bare upper body, cutting the flesh and leaving a deep blood mark. There were already countless similar blood marks on the orc boy's body, on his shoulders, arms, chest and lower abdomen.
, the skin had already been torn apart, and countless amounts of blood were dripping to the ground.
"Say! Speak quickly! Who told you to betray your knight? You are really a spy sent by the orcs, right?!"
Bedivere remained silent, just closed his eyes and waited silently for all this to end. He was more concerned about Arthur's condition than the physical pain on his body. In the past two days, the werewolf boy had been restless and worried.
The safety of his master.
"Speak! Tell me quickly?!" The whip fell even more viciously.
"You damn orcs are really unbelievable. You are just a group of uncivilized primitive people!!" Richard cursed, but the whip in his hand kept falling, leaving no room for rest: "As soon as there is
When you get the chance, you run into the human world to rob. When you get the chance, you rebel. When you get the chance, you reveal your barbaric nature! You are such bitches, ha!"
"That's enough." A cold voice sounded from behind him.
"What [enough]? Did I say it wrong?" Richard still cursed without repentance, "What kind of servant, let such a dog-like bitch be the servant of the knight? Has the knighthood fallen?"
He raised his whip and was about to continue lashing, but a hand caught him.
"I said enough, didn't you hear me?!" Arthur said angrily.
Richard turned his head and looked at the knight behind him in surprise: "Arthur? But you should------"
Arthur forced out a sneer: "Should I die of poison? Unfortunately, I won't die so easily."
"Even so," Richard insisted: "My duty is to interrogate this kid. My interrogation is not over yet, and even you have no right to interfere with the interrogation!!"
"This is [interrogation], not [beating]! You have exceeded your authority!"
"I said it's not an overstep of authority!" Richard replied, "Now, let go of your dirty hands! I still have an unfinished interrogation!"
"Try it. If you dare to take action, I will use all my strength to break your wrist first." Arthur threatened sternly.
"How dare you?! You won't forget------"
"You want to say that your father is the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens, right?" Arthur interrupted Richard and glared at him with an even sharper look: "If you want to, feel free to complain to your father -
----But now, get out of here!"
Arthur grabbed Richard's hand like an iron pincer, and under the force of the clamp, Richard still dropped the whip in his hand.
"You kid------" Richard's face was red. He was clearly in excruciating pain, but he couldn't shout out because of his dignity, so he had to whisper: "Let go!"
Richard's left fist hit Arthur's forehead hard. Arthur did not dodge and took the punch. A stream of blood immediately flowed from his forehead, but Richard's hand was also in great pain----
--He didn't expect Arthur's head to be so hard!
"...What a weak fist." Arthur sighed, letting go of Richard's hand: "Even a weak waste like me, can't you punch him down?"
His anger has passed, and now there is a trace of compassion in Arthur's eyes.
Richard took that hint of pity as an insult.
"You...! Just wait and see!!"
Richard Lyon Dickens stormed out of the torture chamber.
Knight Arthur turned his eyes and came over to look at Bedivere who was hanging in the air. The werewolf boy was beaten to a pulp, but he was still very energetic. The vitality of the orcs cannot be underestimated.
The bruised werewolf boy also looked at the pale knight who had just returned from death. He was tortured by poison, but he could still be so powerful. The vitality of human beings is really not to be underestimated.
A smile appeared on Bediwell's face: "Hi, Arthur. Are you finally alive?"
"Don't think I will die so easily!" Arthur untied the iron shackles on the werewolf boy's hands.
"Ha, hahahahaha!" As if he heard some funny joke, the werewolf boy Bedivere laughed.
"Why are you laughing suddenly? It's so disgusting." Arthur asked in confusion.
"No, no." Bedivere laughed and shed tears. He had a mixture of sadness and joy, and the expression on his face was very strange: "Because Arthur can't laugh, so I laughed for Arthur; and because you can't cry."
.....So please let me shed tears for you."
"Idiot," the knight said disapprovingly.
He thought Bedivere was just hot-headed and talking nonsense. But the werewolf boy was serious. The Esquimo tribe (werewolf tribe) is a race that must repay kindness and return kindness. Bedivere was saved his life
, From now on, he will risk his life to help Arthur. He will follow the knight for his whole life, even if he goes to the end of hell.
But now, Bedivere has seen through the huge pain in Arthur's body. He wants to help Arthur and do something to heal the pain.