A figure stands in front of a huge volcano crater. He is doing various tests on the volcano to prepare for the trip.
"Teacher Li." Another figure appeared behind this person and handed an object over: "This is the final test. If everything goes well, you can set off."
"Very good." The figure took the object and threw it into the lava of the volcano.
Sizzling, sizzling. The object kept making muffled sounds in the thousands of degrees of high heat of the lava, as if it was about to melt. But it has amazing heat and pressure resistance, and it can still survive in such an extreme environment as a lava pool.
Not burned or melted down.
"It's successful." The figure in the back, probably a student, said happily: "In this way, the new [dissolvable armor] will be completed."
"We will be saved. Maybe." The figure in front, who was called [teacher] by his students, replied in a voice that was neither excited nor disappointed, and as steady as a machine: "I will leave tomorrow."
I just hope it’s not too late. I just hope we can still survive.”
"You will definitely be able to survive. Because you are a genius, teacher. You will be able to save all of us and bring hope to Nanliang."
"Hope?" The teacher's tone was still calm, but the suppressed uneasiness in his tone was vaguely revealed from the tremor of his words: "I hope so."
(If there is still hope in this world, it must not be in this country.)
(This place has been completely swallowed up by boundless darkness, so what hope is there?)
Precisely because [Teacher Li] is so smart, he has already seen through everything.
He never intended to bring hope to this country from the beginning; what he really wanted to do was to bring hope to the people on the other side of the world.
"Wait for me, King Arthur." He looked at the hot lava pool and said to himself.
Three days later. In the wilderness of the West Siberian plains.
The sun was shining brightly today, and Bedivere climbed up from the sofa. With sleepy eyes, he looked helplessly at Albert, who had occupied his big bed.
It seemed that he was used to the life here. Wearing only a pair of shorts, the tiger man was sleeping soundly on Bediville's bed, hugging Bediville's big pillow and constantly rubbing against it. He seemed to be a bit of a guest.
Seeing this scene, the suddenly furious werewolf kicked the tiger man out of bed: "Get up! How long do you want to stay in my bed?!"
"Huh? Well... sleep for another five minutes..." Tiger hugged the pillow and continued sleeping on the floor.
It is better to make one less friend than to make a bad friend by mistake. Bedivere had a deep understanding of this sentence at this moment.
The angry werewolf thought of a way. He dug something out of the pile of clothes and slowly put it in front of Albert's nose.
"Um..."
(Hoo ho ho...)
"That's right, let's have some more squid...to go with the wine---" The tiger man was still talking in his sleep.
(Can you really bear it?)
"Well...the smell...is bad..." Albert's originally comfortable expression gradually became distorted. After he took a breath------
"Ugh!" He finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up: "It stinks, it stinks, it stinks! What the hell did you stuff into my nose?!"
The werewolf young man sneered: "Haha, you finally woke up? You lazy cat."
Albert rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then he found something hanging in front of his nose.
It turned out to be his smelly socks!
The tiger man youth immediately became furious: "Bedivere, you pervert! You actually used this kind of thing to wake me up?!"
"What else should I do? I won't wake you up even if I kick you." The werewolf looked at the tiger man with disgust, "Besides, your dirty clothes are always left unwashed, so you want me to do it for you. Do you know how smelly your socks are?"
?And you even need me to wash your underwear, disgusting!"
"Don't you want to wash your own clothes too, meow? Just wash a few more pieces by the way!" Albert scratched his belly and looked unrepentant: "Don't be so stingy, I will wash it for you when I have time."
"
"No, thank you." The werewolf replied flatly: "I don't want a sloppy guy like you to deal with my clothes."
"I obviously don't wear anything, and I just know how to run around naked all day long---" Albert looked at Bedivere's shorts and sneered.
"You're not much better!" the werewolf yelled angrily: "Go freshen up, breakfast will be ready soon."
Ten minutes later.
Albert sat in front of the wooden table, eating freshly fried sausages, drinking freshly heated milk, and enjoying the comfort of the morning with great satisfaction.
"Actually, I wanted to ask this a long time ago," the tiger swallowed the sausage and curiously looked at the bread in the werewolf's hand: "Where did you conjure these foods? What kind of magic is this?"
"I haven't changed anything, everything was changed in this room." Bediwell took a sip of milk, "[The Cabin in the Forest] seems to have an infinite number of materials that can be changed. Basically, anything you want to eat can be changed."
.---As for where these things come from, don’t worry too much.”
"It's so amazing. Is this what... [Holy Spirit] Meow?" Al stretched out his hand and scratched his belly again.
"I don't know the details, so don't ask me." Bedivere was annoyed by the questions and began to evade: "Anyway, as long as you don't starve to death, that's fine."
"Hey, do you know how enviable your life is?" Al saw Bedi's disapproving look and immediately got angry, "You don't have to work or worry about living expenses. When you're hungry, you can
There is food to eat, and a warm home is waiting for you when you are tired. This kind of life is simply like a life in heaven! Why do you still look dissatisfied?!"
"But that's all." The werewolf replied in a cold tone: "The lost person will never come back. I am the only one left in this once lively cabin."
Albert had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. As soon as he heard Bedivere say this, he immediately continued: "---Oh, you are not the only one, there is also me."
"Go to hell, you're just a swindler!" Bedivere really wanted to slap Albert on the face.
"Hey hey hey, you're lonely anyway, lonely meow, it's always a good thing to have someone by your side, meow~"
"I would rather find a beautiful woman to accompany me, thank you." The werewolf glared at the other party again: "Let's be honest, how long are you going to stay in my house? Don't you need to go back to the hunter organization to report?"
As soon as he was questioned, Albert immediately lowered his head, drooped his ears, and pretended to be aggrieved: "Don't ask me. Rufu is dead, and I don't know how to explain this matter to the hunter organization. You
And he refuses to accompany me to testify. This is obviously to trap me into injustice."
The werewolf said coldly: "It's none of my business. You killed someone, and even if you go to jail for ten or eight years, it's all your own fault, and it has nothing to do with me!---In other words, hurry up and go to jail.
Come on, don’t stay at my house!"
"Ugh... so heartless. We are obviously friends---"
"Who are you friends with?" The werewolf cursed again: "Get out of my house!"
"But... I really have no place to go." Albert showed a troubled face: "The hunter organization can't go back either. If I go home... I will be scolded by my father again."
The werewolf was anxious: "Then what do you want? Do you really want to live here forever?"
"It's really not possible, meow?"
"No! You are affecting my practice!" Bediwell rebuffed resolutely: "My practice has lagged far behind. If this continues-"
"Why are you practicing so hard?" Albert squinted at the werewolf young man: "In my opinion, you are already strong enough. Moreover, you live a worry-free life and practice non-stop when you have nothing to do. Aren't you?
Looking for trouble, meow?"
Bedivere's face immediately turned serious.
No, it's better to say it's a kind of confusion than seriousness.
He tried hard to remember a certain agreement, an agreement he made with someone a long time ago.
But he just can't remember.
"I..." The more he thought about it, the more his mind was filled with confusion: "What on earth am I practicing for? For whom...and for what purpose---I want to become better
powerful?"
"Isn't it to avenge your wife and children, Meow?" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked at the werewolf, and asked in a low voice in a tentative tone: "Isn't it to kill [Snow-Armored God] Meow?"
"Well...it seems..."
"But you have already done it. You destroyed the Armor God." The tiger man asked: "Then, what else do you have left to complete?"
"I..." The werewolf fell into a greater confusion: "Yes, what am I for---"
He couldn't remember.
In order to become stronger, he kept using a certain red potion. But that potion was also eroding his memory, making him gradually forget his original intention and the most important thing!
"Remember it quickly, Bedivere." Albert leaned into the werewolf's ear and murmured hypnotically: "Why do you want to become stronger?
What is your purpose?
What is your ideal?
What are you pursuing, and what do you want to get?
---Answer me, Bediville!"
Amidst the throbbing pain in the head of the werewolf young man, the answer began to emerge and was ready to come out: "Arthur... Arthur!"
The answer surprised even Albert: "Arthur? You mean, that---that---King Arthur?!"
"Go... help Arthur!" The confused werewolf repeated the same words: "I want... to become stronger, in order to help my king, my friend... Arthur!"
"Arthur said...seven years later...wait for me to go back!"
It was just a verbal agreement, but Bedivere always kept it in mind.
Even if this agreement disappeared from his memory, he had not really forgotten it. He responded to this agreement by practicing hard day after day, year after year.
It was the early spring of AD 526------exactly seven years from the day when Bedivere and Arthur made their agreement.
In the past seven years, not a day has fallen, nor has there been a moment of relaxation. Bedivere has tempered himself like a sharp sword, and its edge has suddenly emerged.
The werewolf breathed a long sigh of relief and felt extremely relaxed. At this time, he finally remembered everything.
"You are right, Albert - there is no time to waste here. I have to go, to return to the king's team and become Arthur's strength."
"You...what the hell?!"
"I'm going to take the selection test for the Knights of the Round Table." Bedivere said in a low voice.