"I'm sorry, sir. This child has a weird temperament and always does some strange things." One of the Blue Leopard brothers said.
"He is very accommodating, but I didn't expect that he would suddenly come over and cling to you." Another blue-furred leopard man also said.
Bedivere looked at the kitten hugging his thigh. There was no doubt that this child was Hal Pav Paramedis.
The two big blue cats didn't seem to recognize Bedivere, but Little Hal did. This is really an interesting phenomenon.
When little Hal was born, he only met Bedivere for a while, and was immediately handed over to the Palamides couple to be raised by the werewolf.
Even if the memory was not tampered with by the [Fourth Miracle---Kama (Destiny) Creation], it would have been impossible for Little Hal, a baby at the time, to recognize the right person.
So, why did he hug Bedi's thigh and call the werewolf's name as soon as he came up?
Bedivere was still struggling with surprise and confusion, while Albert also exclaimed: "You...you took a child to participate in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table?!"
"Oh, it's not meow." Saifer quickly explained, "We are just taking this child to find his mother in Tabernacle. He will disembark in Tabernacle, don't worry."
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. The cargo ship's bell rang again. This was the final summons for the adventurers, and it was also the signal to set sail.
The ship put down the bulkhead and began to sail away from the port. Unexpectedly, as soon as the ship started to rock, the little panther was startled and hugged Bediwell's thighs tighter.
"Hal, why don't you let go of that uncle, Meow? That's so rude, Meow!" Seglade said hurriedly, and quickly pulled the little panther's tail, hoping to pull the child away.
"I'm really sorry, Meow," Saifer said with an apologetic smile to Bediwell, "I am Seifer, this is my twin brother Seglade, and this is my third brother Hal, Meow. He has always been
He is very quiet and well-educated—probably because he is not used to boats."
"Oh, I understand." Bedivere said perfunctorily.
"Anyway, let's find a place to sit down first, meow." Seglade finally pulled Little Hal away from Bedivere and said with an apologetic smile.
The cargo ship takes the sea route and goes all the way around the coast of Novi. It takes three days to reach the Kingdom of Great Britain.
Due to the large number of candidates, in addition to providing the most basic food, the cargo ship will not prepare cabins for the candidates to rest. All these must be ordered at their own expense.
However, most of the candidates have brought their own dry food, and the sanitary conditions of the ship are not very good. Some ambitious candidates would rather stay on the deck than go into the dirty and moldy cabin to rest.
The same is true for Bedivere and others. Although the cold wind in the early spring of the Arctic Ocean is cold, the orcs are strong and not afraid of the cold at all. Compared with the blizzard in Western Siberia, this cold wind is so far away that it is not worth mentioning at all.
In order to prevent little Hal from running around again, he was hugged by his brother Seglade. A group of orcs met by chance in this situation, and they were also candidates for the Round Table Trial. Of course, they hit it off immediately and chatted non-stop.
However, this was painful for Bediwell. He felt his head was swelling and aching - being surrounded by a group of cats meowing non-stop was indeed an annoying thing.
"Oh, you are also a World of Warcraft hunter, meow?" Saifei's eyes lit up when he saw Albert's outfit: "That snow ape leather armor is high-end, you must have spent a lot of time collecting materials, right?"
"Haha, it took me six months to get this suit together." Albert was also very excited.
"It's so powerful, meow." Seglade played with his brother Hal's ears while saying polite words: "We are just far behind, meow. The snow ape is too difficult to deal with, meow. It took us two brothers working together to kill about
A dozen cats."
The werewolf youth was listening quietly, closing his eyes and concentrating, trying to drive away the series of "meow" sounds in his mind. But it was in vain. The group of cats around him were meowing non-stop, making the werewolf even meditate.
Neither can be done.
"Tsk..." He stood up.
"Bedi? Where are you going?"
"Toilet." The werewolf made up an excuse casually and escaped from the group of big cats.
"On the second floor of the cabin, go down the stairs and turn left." Seeing Bedivere walking towards the cabin, the captain reminded him with a warm smile.
"Thank you." The werewolf got into the cabin helplessly.
Then, a musty smell hit his nose, almost choking the werewolf with a keen sense of smell.
God, the cabin is like this, the toilet on this ship must be unimaginably smelly, right? The werewolf almost gave up the urge to go to the toilet.
However, it was also a painful decision to go back and listen to the cats talking.
In desperation, the werewolf young man still got off the cabin, walked to the stairs on the second floor and turned left.
Just as he was about to enter the toilet, a figure jumped out of the toilet.
The figure was covered with a long gray cloak, and his face was almost invisible, but the details of his actions were captured by the werewolf. A feeling suddenly arose in Bedivere's heart.
Familiarity!
"Hey, you!" the werewolf shouted quickly.
The short figure turned around and glanced at Bedivere. With the faint light in the cabin, Bedivere also saw the man's face.
It was a human boy. He was probably around ten years old, but he was very white. This boy was an albino, and his skin was surprisingly white. Even his hair and eyebrows were pure white.
Only those eyes were cold silver.
Bedivere was stunned for a moment. He had never seen this albino boy in his memory, but where did his inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?
Seeing that Bedi was stunned, the other party ignored the werewolf youth and turned around to leave.
"You forgot to flush the toilet..." Bediwell finished what he just wanted to say.
It was too late. The figure had long since disappeared into the darkness of the cabin.
"Uncultured brat." The werewolf groaned.
"Oh? You guys have been growing up in the Turkic territory?" After going to the toilet and returning to the deck, the werewolf heard Albert's voice in the distance. He and the two blue leopards were still chatting.
Looking happy.
"Yes, for some special reasons, our parents put us in Turks. Our coming-of-age ceremony was held in Turks! Look, this is my tattoo!" Saifer put the tattoo on his arm
Show it to Albert.
It is a special paint that never fades. It penetrates into the fur of the orcs and even the hair shows its color. The black color of the tattoo unexpectedly matches the blue hair of the leopard man very well.
"Hey, hey, to be honest, my coming-of-age ceremony was also held in Turks! Look, this is my tattoo!" Albert pulled up his sleeves and showed off the tattoo on his arm, "It was originally tattooed on his forehead.
But I couldn’t get the hair on my forehead to be colored, so I had to reluctantly ask Chief Tutan to tattoo it on my shoulders.”
"What? The patriarch personally helped you get a tattoo, meow? And it was tattooed on your forehead, meow?! That's the most glorious coming-of-age ceremony in the clan, meow!" Seglade exclaimed: "What on earth have you done to deserve this?
Such treatment, meow?"
Albert immediately showed off: "Hey hey hey hey hey, I am a natural hunter of monsters. When I was sixteen years old, I went to the Everglades to collect herbs and happened to encounter the legendary Hydra.
It was killed. Don’t believe it? This is a dagger made of Hydra fangs.”
Sure enough, he took it out. Albert took out the snake-tooth dagger. It was the dagger made of the snake-tooth of the Hydra that he defeated Bediville.
Looking at that thing, the werewolf couldn't help but be moved by the scene and had many emotions.
"So we are members of the same race. I have no choice but to take care of you along the way!" Albert was still muttering to the leopards, and then he realized that Bediwell was standing behind him:
"------Bedi? Are you back? Go to the toilet for a long time, it's time for the big size, meow---"
"Shut up." Bedivere was annoyed and immediately interrupted Albert rudely.
"By the way, I haven't introduced you yet - this is Bediwell, the last werewolf in the snowfields of Western Siberia." Albert ignored Bediwell's curse and instead introduced Bediwell to the two leopard men.
Lai: "He is also a savage. He likes to run naked in the snowy fields wearing only a pair of underpants. He has lived in isolation for too long. If he does anything uncivilized, please forgive me."
Of course, there's a lot of malice in this introduction. It's Albert's revenge.
"Haha, thank you for introducing me to Mr. Albert who has been living and eating at my house." The werewolf replied harshly, "This Mr. Albert made a huge mistake and got himself killed."
His little servant is wanted by the hunter organization. He is still on the run, do you know?"
Albert's face immediately turned red: "Don't talk nonsense! But Meow has such a thing!---At least Meow is wanted!"
"Haha..." Seeing the bickering between the werewolf and the tiger man, Saifei said with a smile: "Your relationship is so good."
"That's not good!" "Who wants to be friends with him!" The werewolf and the tiger man shouted in unison.
"But don't you always quarrel, meow?" Seglade also smiled and said, "My brother and I also often quarrel. The more we quarrel, the better our relationship becomes."
"That's because you are brothers, and this cat and I are just passers-by." The werewolf interrupted coldly.
He said things he didn't mean because of his anger. Although looking at the surface of the matter, it was indeed the case.
Albert glared at Bedivere and remained silent.
At this moment, something flew towards Bedivere's head.
Hidden weapon? The werewolf turned his head to avoid it.
The thing flew past Bedivere's cheek. The moment the werewolf youth saw it clearly, he was shocked and had already struck out with his hand.
Albert thought Bedivere was going to hit someone, so he quickly reached out to catch it, and their palms collided, crushing the small thing in the air.
"Ouch! What are you doing?" Albert felt a stinging pain in his palms.
The werewolf took back his hand, and there was already a bloody mass stuck to his hand.