"Huh..." Little Husky dozed off while taking a bath.
Playing with the new children just now made the dog boy spend a lot of energy, and now he is almost asleep.
Arthur smiled and pushed the rubber duck on the water with the water, causing the toy duck to collide with Husky's mouth.
"Oh?" The child woke up in surprise: "What's wrong?"
"Hey, I see you are so tired." The King of Knights touched the child's head: "Stop soaking, change your clothes and go to bed."
"But Dad said, you must take a bath for thirty minutes. You can't waste such a big vat of hot water." Xiao Ha has a wonderful persistence in certain things.
"Oh, your father must be a thrifty man." Arthur nodded slightly: "Okay, let's soak for a while."
"Hmm..." The dog-man boy buried most of his head in the water, leaving only his nose above the water, and then squirted bubbles: "Mom---Mi---how---what-- -yet---no---come---woof---＂
Seeing Xiao Ha's silly look, Arthur only felt funny in his heart: "Your mother is very tired from work today, so let her have a good rest at home. Uncle and aunt will take you home to see your mother tomorrow."
"Well, okay woah---" He sank in completely.
"Pfft." Arthur chuckled again. Seeing the innocent and free behavior of the dog-man boy, the fatigue accumulated by the King of Knights all day was immediately eliminated.
The things Greenville had been complaining about all these years echoed in Wang's mind again.
---I really want to have a child.
This is not an easy task. If possible, the king would rather be an ordinary person, without the troubles caused by the throne, not affected by the pressure of public opinion, and able to do whatever he wants.
But now, at least for now, he cannot abdicate. His throne is a [tool] used to command the entire Great Britain - and even the entire Europe - to fight against darkness. He cannot abandon this thing before he truly wins. [tool].
Without the guidance of the King, mankind will be like a piece of loose sand, unable to fight back against the army of darkness.
Therefore, now, at least for now, we cannot give up this power.
This throne was originally the thing that Arthur disdained to fight for, but now it is extremely important.
Arthur imagined the day when the battle was won. When the darkness of the world was truly cleared, the King of Knights could be liberated. At that time, he would find a quiet little village, adopt a child, and live in seclusion with Greenville.
Even if you don't have glory and wealth, even if you don't have the admiration of all the people, as long as you can live peacefully with your family. That kind of happiness is the real happiness that the King of Knights wants.
And that day will eventually come - after a bloody war.
For future happiness and peace, now, at least for now, Arthur must work hard to prepare for war.
This is the motivation for the King of Knights to work non-stop for the past seven years.
---But some people just can't understand it.
"Huh?" Seeing that the dog-man boy sank for a long time and did not rise, Arthur couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Stop playing, come up quickly?"
No response.
"Little Ha!" Arthur was frightened, thinking that the dog-man boy was drowning. He got up and reached out to fish, hoping to catch something from the place where Little Ha just sank.
But he couldn't catch anything! Xiao Ha sank into the bath and disappeared!
"Oh, damn ---" Arthur hurriedly fished around in the mist-filled bathing pool, hoping to find the drowning child.
"Wow!!" The dog-man boy suddenly sprang out from behind the King of Knights, laughing loudly: "Ah ha ha ha ha! Did I scare you?!"
"Scared, I'm scared!" The King of Knights turned around and looked at the energetic little Husky. The kid didn't drown at all, but dived into the water to play a prank: "Damn it, don't scare uncle! You are really drowning.
If you die, how will your uncle explain to your mother?"
"Hehehehe, Xiaoha will not drown. Xiaoha can dive for five minutes to bark! Xiaoha has competed with Dad and even beat Dad in the competition!"
Five minutes? It's indeed amazing. He is worthy of being an orc. King Arthur looked at this innocent dog-man boy.
"But don't play such a prank next time. Do you know the fable [The Boy Who Cried Wolf]?"
"[Wolf is coming]? What is [Wolf is coming] woof?" Xiao Ha has obviously never heard of it.
"It's your dad who's here." The King of Knights said jokingly.
"So uncle really knows my dad and knows that my dad is a wolf?"
King Arthur smiled funnyly: "No...I thought he was also a dog..."
(How could Dogman’s father be a werewolf? This is unscientific.)
"Hah!!" Bedivere sneezed loudly. He wiped his nose subconsciously, thinking he had caught a cold.
However, it was indeed not a pleasant thing for the werewolf to bathe Albert in the bathroom while his body was half wet.
"Ugh..." Albert, who was soaking in the bathtub, was still talking in his sleep: "Don't grab...my...sashimi!"
"You guy... you only dream about eating." The werewolf reluctantly scooped up another spoonful of potion and poured it on the tiger's head.
"Woooooooooo." The tiger shuddered.
"Is the medicine effective?" Senezel's landlord poked his head in from outside the bathroom to take a look.
Following the dim candlelight, he saw Albert Tiger lying in the bathtub, his whole body covered with green herbal juice.
"I hope it works." The werewolf continued to apply the potion on Al's body. He could clearly see that the red rash on the tiger's skin was fading: "Landlord, is this medicine expensive? How much does it cost? I'll pay you later."
"Forget it, this is not a valuable medicinal material." Senezer said rudely, "In contrast, I am more worried about whether his disease is contagious. If this medicine is not good, he
There is a risk of contagion of skin diseases, so I can only ask you to leave."
"You don't have to worry about this." The werewolf said, "Al is indeed getting better."
"Very good. There is a bandage here. Just put it on him after washing him. Good night." Seeing that the red rash on the tiger's body was indeed fading, the landlord seemed relieved and walked away.
The werewolf sighed.
When you are a decent person, people will respect you very much; but when you are down, you can feel the warmth and warmth of people's hearts.
Not everyone in this world is friendly and kind. More often than not, this world is full of indifference.
And this cannot be blamed on anyone. It is human nature to be selfish. It is impossible for a person to selflessly help another stranger.
I am afraid that only true friends will not abandon you when you are in trouble. I am afraid that only such people are truly worthy of being your friends.
The werewolf looked at his tiger friend, filled with various thoughts.
(Even if you are a disgusting and stupid guy with many shortcomings, I will not abandon you.)
(So... now... at least for now, sleep peacefully.)
"Bedi..." Albert was still talking in his sleep: "It's so... painful."
"Pain? What's wrong with you?" The werewolf thought something was wrong with the other person's body, so he checked quickly.
There's nothing wrong with it. The red rash has subsided, and there are only a few scars left on the skin, which are the scars that the tiger scratched hard before - and they have all become scabs.
That's not what Albert wanted to say. He muttered in pain: "No power...so painful...so disgusting...this weak self."
"El..." The werewolf was speechless.
His own weakness has always hurt the heart of the tiger man young man. He always goes against the werewolf and hinders the werewolf's actions like a bastard. In fact, it all stems from the vague jealousy in his heart.
It's not that Bedivere didn't know this. He had been pretending not to notice it and had been obeying Albert. Because of Al's situation, the werewolf couldn't help him no matter what he did. He tried to help Al carelessly.
On the contrary, it will hurt the tiger even more, crushing the tiger's remaining self-esteem.
And that time might be the end of their friendship. Thinking of this, Bedivere couldn't help but feel fear.
Therefore, he murmured in a low voice, as if he was hypnotizing Albert, and as if he wanted the tiger to hear it in his dream: "You are not weak. You are actually very strong."
In the past seven years, you have been hunting dangerous monsters in the Dawn Region, making great contributions to the stability and peace of the Dawn Region. Everything you have done is meaningful, and you are a great and respectable person.
Therefore, if anyone dares to speak ill of you again, if anyone dares to make fun of your weakness, I will never let him go. You are my most respected friend, Al."
Those words are both comfort and fact.
When Tristan arrogantly ridiculed and humiliated Albert, Bedivere felt angry for the first time in a long time. It was also the rare time when he was angry for a friend.
It was also because of Albert that he would engage in a life-and-death gamble with the fish-man prince.
"You may have come to the wrong place. You may not be suitable to be a Knight of the Round Table." The werewolf held his friend's hand and whispered: "But, you are still great. I am proud of you."
As if he could feel the other party's thoughts, Tiger, who was still having nightmares with a painful expression on his face, gradually relaxed a lot: "I... am?"
"Leave it all to me." Bedivere tightened his grip on the other party's hand: "No matter what method I use, I will let you pass. The two of us will pass together and become King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. --- Leave it all to me."
Me!"
He had doubted Albert's suitability to become a Knight of the Round Table from the beginning. But now, for Albert's sake, he could no longer back down.
Even if he couldn't become a Knight of the Round Table himself, he would definitely promote Albert so that Tiger could successfully pass.
He wanted to surprise those who had made fun of Albert's weakness. He wanted to embarrass Prince Tristan who looked down on Albert.
This is the only way the werewolf can think of to help Albert.