That thing has only a small thin layer of coating, which melts in the mouth, and contains pure fish oil. It is a fish oil with an extremely fragrant aroma, without the fishy smell of ordinary fish oil.
Of course, it is also extremely toxic fish oil.
Although it is extremely poisonous, it contains endless sweetness and deliciousness, making people feel like they are embracing heaven in an instant.
Of course, the next second, he will fall into hell.
The werewolf only felt dizzy. This was the pleasure of falling straight from heaven to hell.
This time, he will definitely die!
The strong poison of the fish roe burned his throat and spread rapidly throughout his body along the capillaries in Bediwell's throat.
A burst of blackness rose from the werewolf's throat. The poison spread. It was so poisonous that it penetrated the silver-white hair of the werewolf and appeared in front of everyone.
Tristan looked at the poisoned werewolf coldly: "Well done, you are indeed an upright man. But you can't be saved. Any last words?"
"Huh, huh, huh, cough ------" the werewolf laughed and vomited blood. The poison destroyed the blood vessels in his throat, causing massive bleeding. The blood came from the aorta in his neck, and perhaps from the lungs.
Arteries. They are all dark black, glowing with deadly poison.
"Be---Bedi!" Albert, who was still rolling on the ground in pain, exclaimed.
The werewolf ignored it. He sneered, coughed up blood, and leisurely took out a bottle of red potion from his waist.
"Drink medicine?" Tristan looked at the potion and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, it's useless! There is no medicine in the world that can relieve the poison of ice-sea puffer fish roes! Just get down quickly and stop struggling to death.
!!＂
"Or, maybe--ahem--there is no antidote." The werewolf slowly opened the seal of the bottle and stuffed the bottle to his mouth: "But, this is not an antidote."
It is just a medicine that burns Kama (destiny) and wipes out "a certain existence" in the world.
The werewolf took a sip.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah!" The power of the potion spread in his body. The hair on the werewolf's body began to change color, turning into a wild crimson.
The red wolf shows its fierce look in front of everyone.
That ferocious appearance only appeared for a moment. Soon, the potion's effectiveness faded, and the body hair of the werewolf Bedivere returned to its original silvery white color.
He stood in front of Tristan as if nothing had happened. The scene where he was poisoned and dying just now seemed as if it had never happened.
The fish-man prince stared at Silver Wolf in disbelief: "You...what did you just do?! No, it's impossible!! There is no antidote for exposure to the poisonous pufferfish roe in the world!!"
Even Tristan, who had always been noble and cold-eyed and calm in situations, was inexplicably surprised at this time.
"I really don't have an antidote. The potency of this medicine... is something else entirely." The werewolf breathed: "I just eliminated the incident [that I had eaten poisonous fish roe] from history."
"
The secret medicine of burning Kama can erase fate and turn what has happened into never happened.
The werewolf Bedivere has never eaten that kind of highly poisonous fish roe, and therefore, he has never been poisoned, let alone died of the poison.
This is what Bediwell calls "unfortunate luck."
No matter how lucky Tristan is, it is just the good luck given to him by the world, and it is the luck that changes with the fate of the world.
But Bedivere is completely different. He does not belong to this world in the first place, and is an [impurity] outside the destiny system of the entire world.
He does not belong to this world, how could he die in this world?
In this world, this fate [Bedivere’s death] and this incident do not exist!
The people present were completely unable to understand what had just happened to Bedivere. This was too profound and difficult to understand for most people in the world.
Only the werewolf himself knew that if he drank the secret medicine at the moment of death, Kama's secret medicine would not take away anything else from him, only the fate of "let the werewolf die".
Therefore, he is invincible and immortal. The price is only the loss of something intangible, but extremely important.
"Now, I'm alive." The werewolf approached the fishman prince step by step, with a hidden wave on his peaceful face: "As agreed, let's remove Albert's poison first. He has nothing to do with this matter, don't drag irrelevant people into it.
superior."
"Okay." Tristan took out a small bottle of blue potion from his pocket and threw it to the leopard man Seifer: "Let the tiger drink it."
The leopard did as he was told and fed Al the antidote. The drug took effect immediately, and the tiger man no longer felt the itching, although he had scratched his fur all over his body until it was full of bumps.
"Asshole...we'll see!" Once Albert was relieved of the itching on his body, he immediately fainted.
"Next---" the werewolf came closer: "It's time to pay off your gambling debt."
"What? But you did lose the bet, you ate poisonous roe---"
"What is our bet, do you remember?" The werewolf sneered sinisterly.
Tristan isn't the only one who knows how to calculate people.
The fishman recalled the bet he had just made with the werewolf in his mind.
"If [I survive], I want [you] to fulfill one of my wishes unconditionally." The werewolf's words at that time stung the fishman prince like a sharp thorn.
They are not betting on "whoever eats the poisonous roe loses".
What they were betting on was, "Whether Bedivere will die?"
Although they sound similar, the two bets have some similarities
The difference was huge. At that time, Tristan never thought that a person could survive after eating poisonous roe. He naturally equated the two bets.
However, no one could have imagined that Bediwell could survive after eating the highly poisonous puffer fish roe - this was far beyond the fishman prince's imagination.
The silver wolf in front of him was a [monster beyond common sense], a creature that could not be measured by normal logic.
Because of this, Tristan completely lost.
Regardless of whether the roe eaten by the werewolf was poisonous or not, Bedivere was a sure winner from the beginning.
"I'm willing to bet...accept defeat." Tristan looked at the monster in front of him and stammered: "You...what do you want me to do? Are you planning to continue humiliating me?...Come on, I'm not afraid.
you."
The fishman prince had already prepared for the worst, and even thought that the other party would ask him to become a slave, making the prince live a life worse than a pig or a dog.
However, the werewolf just smiled: "My request to you is actually very simple. Stay away from us. Don't harass me or Albert in the future. As long as you don't stir up trouble, I don't have to do anything."
Kill you. It will be good for everyone."
An unremarkable yet extremely overbearing request.
"you---"
"Shh---" the werewolf suppressed the other party's words: "I have already determined that you are a bastard with a bad personality. Bastards like you, the farther away from us, the better. I don't care about being friends with you."
---Go away. I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night, our dear Prince Tristan. This is the last greeting I say to you."
(The past remains the same, but the face has changed beyond recognition.)
(We can't be friends anymore, right?)
(Then, at least, let me keep a distance from you, the monster.)
(That is the best, so that each other will not hurt each other.)
(Goodbye and farewell, Tristan.)
(My former friend.)
Ding, ding, ding, ding. While everyone was making a commotion in the restaurant, the cargo ship was actually gradually approaching Tabernacle. The big bell on the ship rang loudly, warning the candidates that the ship was about to dock.
"You will regret it." Tristan turned around: "You didn't ask me for a more extreme request. You are such a stupid wolf. Let's meet again later."
"You are also a stupid fish, I hope we never meet again." The werewolf replied fiercely, although he knew that was impossible - the two would always meet again in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table.
At that time, it has nothing to do with the agreement and it is fair competition. Tristan may be looking for an opportunity to retaliate.
But that's for later.
Watching the fishman prince leave, Bedivere picked up the dying Albert and said to the three leopard-man brothers: "Let's go ashore quickly and find a good hotel to stay. These three days have been really tiring."
Now, I need to take a good rest."
"That meow---" Saifei hesitated for a moment and then said: "There is no need to find a hotel, come to our house, meow. You have helped us a lot along the way, and my mother will be happy to receive you, meow."
Mother?
Bedivier paused for a second before thinking about it.
The "mother" of the three cats should refer to Vivian Cornwell, King Arthur's half-sister.
Yes, they are a family. The scene where Paramedes and Vivian showed affection back then is still fresh in Bedivere's mind.
To our great Lady of the Lake and her family of cats.
"I think... forget it. Don't bother me." The werewolf deliberately kept a distance from the leopard people: "You go home and have a good rest and get along with your parents. I can't hinder your family reunion."
---Al and I will just stay at the hotel. If we are destined (Kama), we can meet again at the Knights of the Round Table exam."
"Then...Okay, meow." Although Saifei felt that it was unfriendly to do so, he didn't think too much about it. Everyone has their own unspeakable secrets, and it would be impolite to dig too deep.
"Well, I wish you good luck, meow." Seglade also picked up his younger brother, Little Hal: "Come on, say goodbye to Uncle Bedivere, meow."
The little black panther was so full and sleepy at this time that his eyelids almost fell to the ground. He yawned and then slowly said to the werewolf: "Goodbye, Uncle Bedivere."
"Goodbye, meow. I'll play with you again when I have time, meow." The werewolf imitated the leopard people's cat accent and teased Little Hal.
At the same time, in Great Britain, the port north of Edinburgh.
King Arthur was handing over the human wearing strange armor to Prime Minister Merlin for inspection. And the rest of them were about to return home.
The port was surprisingly lively at this time.
The King of Knights looked at the ships approaching the shore in the distance and sighed: "It's that time of year again."
"That's right," Kai, the Knight of the Round Table next to the king, said with a smile: "How many people can pass this year?"
"You are so evil-minded. You clearly made the exam so difficult that no one passed it the year before last and the previous years." The King of Knights gave the red-haired knight a white look: "This year, let at least one person become a Knight of the Round Table."
"This has nothing to do with whether I am evil-minded or not, Arthur." Kai chuckled, clearly showing an evil-hearted expression: "It's just that the candidates are too unsatisfactory. Such unsatisfactory candidates, even if I am older
What if you show mercy and let them pass the first trial?
Palin Lore, Hall, Younes and Leon Dickens who will conduct subsequent trials will not let the candidates pass."
(That’s what I said. But---)
"Kador, how many people have come this year?" Arthur asked casually.
"One hundred and thirty-two ships came this year, six of which landed at this port." Cador checked the account book: "The final screening results showed that 12,000 people were able to land safely."
"There are so many people. Let me screen out more." Kai continued to smile evilly on the side.
Arthur ignored Kai and continued to ask: "Is there anyone particularly powerful?"
Kador frowned and tried to read some of the candidates' recommendations from the captains' reports.
When he saw the information of a certain candidate, he couldn't help but let out an "Ah" sound.
"Your Majesty---" Knight of the Round Table Cador came over and handed the electronic ledger in his hand to King Arthur: "Look! Among the candidates who registered this year, there is this guy---!"
Arthur calmly took over the electronic ledger. From the screen of the electronic ledger, what finally caught the eye of the King of Knights was the picture of Albert the Tiger.
...and reports of tigers getting into trouble on the boat.
Arthur only scanned two lines of words and immediately felt sad for the tiger.
"Did that kid actually come to take the exam?" Kai looked at Albert's information and couldn't help showing hostility in his tone: "Should we disqualify him?"
The King of Knights chuckled and shook his head: "No, let him try. Anyone has the right to take the exam. We welcome anyone who reaches Great Britain with strength."
"The power in that boy's body should have been completely sealed by Prime Minister Merlin---"
"Yes, it is true." The King of Knights sneered: "So? He can't gain new power again with his own efforts?"
"So he is a nuisance---it's better to get rid of him as soon as possible."
"No. There's no need." The King of Knights sneered: "Give him a chance and let him try."
(A person who is incompetent will never be successful no matter how hard he tries.)
(However, people who work hard to succeed will occasionally grasp at straws of hope and be rewarded.)
(Just try your best, kid.)
(Let me see how far your shabby body can go.)
King Arthur is a little bit looking forward to this year's exam.
He casually turned the page and saw another familiar face. He stared at the picture of the werewolf Bediwell for half a second, then pretended that nothing happened, closed the electronic ledger, and handed it back to Cador.
superior.
(Are you finally here, Bediville?)
(I have been waiting for you for a long time.)
King Arthur has a little more expectation for this year's exam.