This slap made Ivan's eyes turn black and he almost fainted.
But this slap also woke up this stubborn half-dragon young man and made him restrain himself a lot.
"Hmm, you really know how to talk nonsense." He said firmly.
"Shut up!" the werewolf roared angrily: "You think you are superior to others, don't you? You call black as white. Others are obviously giving in to each other, but you still have to push me hard! You really miss me so damn much.
Stab you to death?!"
"Why not? You can do it."
"I can't!!" The werewolf continued to roar, full of anger and helplessness: "Because -------"
"Because?" The half-dragon young man still clung to his words.
"Because we were friends once, you idiot!" the werewolf roared.
As soon as these words came out, Ivan fell silent.
It should be said that he was confused.
He didn't know Bedivere at all, and what the werewolf said was obviously a "lie".
However, how could anyone in this world say such an obvious "lie" in such a plain and matter-of-fact tone?
What Bedivere said and did were completely full of contradictions. If this man didn't have a mental problem, he was telling the truth.
Of course, as a normal person, Ivan would first put aside the former and consider: "Your disease... is called delusional disorder. It is a type of split personality syndrome------"
Bang! The werewolf gave the half-dragon young man an extremely loud slap: "You are the one who is sick! Forget it if you don't believe it, don't ask any more questions! I knew you wouldn't believe it, so I didn't tell you!"
Bedivere's face must have been red and distorted at this time. He was ashamed and annoyed, and his face was hot.
This is just like seven years ago. Bedi asked everyone in front of them if they recognized him, but no one recognized the werewolf and just regarded him as a joke. ------ That kind of shame, I really don't want to experience it again.
Got it!
Such a slap made Ivan think of it. After the last battle seven years ago, there seemed to be a strange werewolf boy who was talking nonsense that no one could understand.
No one knew the werewolf boy, and the boy was anxious and desperate.
Everyone looked at the werewolf boy with strange eyes, thinking that he was a shameless liar, and even more so, that he was an unreasonable lunatic.
But there was some strange feeling that told Ivan that the werewolf boy was not lying.
Just like now.
This werewolf is the crazy little wolf seven years ago.
"I remember you." Ivan muttered: "I remember you. Seven years ago, in the wasteland in front of the wall of the world--"
"You, you remember me?" Bedivere's eyes flashed with hope: "Ivan, do you really remember me?"
"At that time..." the half-dragon tried to recall: "You were also there. You were also..."
"Yes, yes! Try to remember it!" Bedivere shouted, "If you try to recall it, you will definitely be able to remember it!"
"That time...you..." Ivan tried his best to recall.
"At that time, you suffered from schizophrenia. Poor child." But the conclusion he reached was influenced by logic.
"Meow..." Bedivere covered his face in despair: "---It's really great."
Ivan shrugged again. He didn't change much about Bedivere. In his eyes, Bedivere just changed from "a suspicious spy" to "a dangerous madman".
As for mentally disturbed people, half-dragons always treat them with pity and contempt, and try to stay away from them as much as possible.
He handed Bediwell a business card: "Listen, I know a few good psychiatrists, so I'll make an exception and introduce them to you. Maybe they can cure your delusion ---"
"Go to hell." Bedivere tore up the postcard without thinking, and cursed all kinds of vague swear words viciously in his mouth.
At this point, Bedivere realized that it was simply impossible for Xiang, Ivan, and Tristan to regain the friendship they had in the past.
When people grow up, they become stubborn and act according to stupid rules such as "logic" and "ethics".
When people grow up, they no longer believe in the "miracle" of the world.
It is simply impossible for Yi Wen and others to believe in things that do not exist and are "illogical".
No matter how Bedivere explains it, it's useless. Things will only get darker and darker, and people will just regard the werewolf as a madman.
Werewolf and Ivan and their gang of bastards have nothing to say anymore. To say too much would be hurtful.
"In this case, we are enemies from now on." The werewolf murmured in a low voice, his eyes showing an unprecedented ferocity: "If you dare to attack me again, I will definitely...definitely use all my strength to kill you.
you."
Ivan swallowed his saliva. The ferocity of the werewolf in front of him was probably the true face of this crazy wolf.
"Very fair." Not to be outdone, the half-dragon young man said: "At that time, we will fight to the death. I don't have to be merciful to you, and you don't have to be merciful to me. Let's see who dies first with the other's sword.
Down."
Hearing such words, Bedivere should have been extremely sad.
However, he found that he did not feel this way at all.
On the contrary, he was relieved.
He felt that even if he killed Ivan and Tristan now, he would not have any uneasiness in his conscience.
He had no feelings for these two former friends at all, and their friendship was completely severed.
The reunion that had been waiting for seven years ended up like this. Although Bediwell felt a little sad, more importantly, he felt extremely relaxed.
(What? The worst thing is that I lose two friends.)
(Friends come and go, don’t be surprised, just get used to it.)
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.
But this indifference is also a kind of release and a kind of freedom.
---Bedivere closed her heart as always and forgot about love. In order to prevent herself from being hurt again.
"Crash!" While the two were still confronting each other, the door was knocked open.
"Bedi... something bad has happened." Albert walked into the treasure room in a panic, covered in blood.
"Oh, damn. What have you done?" The werewolf looked at the blood stains on Albert's body, and then looked at the three corpses that were slowly walking in: "You start killing people here? Are you crazy?"
"Well, these guys insisted on coming into the treasure room and asking me to take the dagger used for the ceremony. No matter how hard I tried to persuade them, they refused to listen. We had no choice but to knock them unconscious."
"
"So you struck too hard and killed them, Elaine?!" Bedivere asked, he had already seen the bloody palms of the White Bear Man.
"...Hug, I'm sorry." The white bear scratched his head helplessly, and the blood on his hand also stained the round bear ears.
Bedivere hid his face in disgust. This group of idiots have little success but only failure.
Among the three dead cultists, one was wearing a particularly gorgeous red robe embroidered with gold. If you guessed correctly, this man must be some kind of priest, holding an important position.
Moreover, they are here to get the "ceremonial dagger".------In other words, the festival is about to begin. If these three people don't go back immediately, I'm afraid it will cause quite a stir among the Twilight Cultists.
riot.
Although it is also a feasible method to directly rush in and take advantage of the chaos to kill, this will only kill the small minions, and the really high-ranking and important people in the church have long since escaped.
The purpose of Bedivere's trip was to kill the important members of the cult during the festival without alarming anyone, and to deal a serious blow to the Twilight Sect.
Bedivere looked at the three corpses. Fortunately, the White Bear Man only smashed the head of one of the bodyguards with his fist. The other two, especially the high-ranking cult priest, died of vomiting blood due to ruptured internal organs.
The priest and another shorter bodyguard had almost no blood on their clothes.
Maybe there really is a way. There may be another way to kill the cult priests as originally planned without alerting anyone.
Thinking of this, the werewolf took off his cloak and went to take off the priest Ming's cloak and put it on. While he was busy, he said to Ivan who was standing beside him:
"I don't want to fight you for the time being. But we must find a solution to today's matter.
---Well, let's have a bet."
"A bet?" Ivan stared at Bedivere in confusion, watching the werewolf put on the clothes of a cult priest, and was busy hiding the priest's body in a pile of gold coins and burying it: "What are you betting on? I want to follow the example of you and Cui last time.
Are you risking your life like Stan?"
The werewolf snorted coldly: "Maybe. Our purpose is actually the same. When we come to a place like this, we will destroy the underground church of the Twilight Sect. If the trouble continues, if its leaders escape, we can't
Taking the heads of the priests and going back to collect the reward does no one any good.
---So, let's make a bet. Let's see who can kill the high priest of this church. I will use my method, and you will use yours. The only rule is that we can only kill people after their festival begins. Bet
?"
"Interesting." Ivan stretched out his hand and pushed up his glasses, "You three are against me, do you think you can have an advantage? I will make you regret it. The fewer helpers in the assassination operation, the better. --- But, what is the stake?
?"
As for the bet, it actually goes without saying. It’s exactly the same as before.
"If I win, you will disappear from my eyes and Albert's eyes forever, and stop pestering us." Bedivere motioned to Tiger to change into the bodyguard's clothes: "If you win, the assassination will be successful."
If you listen to the words of the high priest...I will let you deal with it. If you like to chop off my hands and feet, or torture me, I will not complain at all."
"I have to add a condition." Ivan was afraid of suffering a loss, so he set the condition first: "You have to confess to me and tell me everything you know. I want to hear your whole story."
"Do you want it?" The werewolf smiled disdainfully: "You wouldn't believe it anyway."
"That's up to me to decide." The half-dragon young man did not give in: "If your story is pure nonsense, I will cut out your tongue and tear out your vocal cords, making you not only a human being, but also an incapable person."
The mute who speaks."
"Whatever you want." The werewolf didn't care.
"Heh heh heh heh, you will regret it, you will!" Ivan sneered, turned over and jumped into the ventilation duct on the ceiling, disappearing in an instant.