A true swordsman spends his life searching for his biggest enemy, constantly looking for strong opponents in order to surpass himself. Solar exudes this kind of aura, and Bedivere can understand it without even asking.
But the werewolf had no interest in this at all.
"You may think that I am strong enough to be your old enemy. But all that is just an illusion, Mr. Solar." Bedivere couldn't wait to clarify this matter to the other party, hoping to get rid of this single-minded devil.
The Swordsman's Struggle: "I don't want to compete with you, nor do I want to be a powerful swordsman. I just came to take the exam to become the [King]'s power. My goals in life are completely different from yours, please don't
Confusing me with you."
"Really? It's really disappointing, my friend." Solar's disappointment was written on his face: "It doesn't matter. Even if you don't want to, we will still have a chance to fight. I didn't take this exam for any reason.
Becoming a Knight of the Round Table is to meet a good opponent like you. One day, we will talk with swords, my friend."
"We'll talk about it then." The werewolf replied gloomily. If possible, the werewolf didn't want to fight this madman at all. But Solar was right at all: since this is a selection test for the Knights of the Round Table, the duel between the candidates will always be
It's inevitable.
Whether Bedivere can reach that point and meet the magic swordsman Solar is another matter.
Late at night, everyone chatted for a while and after explaining what happened, they all fell asleep.
Albert huddled in his makeshift sleeping bag wrapped in parachute cloth, snoring.
Palamedes was sleeping on a rock next to his son, muttering a lot of incomprehensible words, still drunk. Seglade put a wet cloth on his father's forehead and dozed off.
Bediwell stood guard outside the camp, paying close attention to all the movements that might occur in the wilderness.
The other companions also found a corner, leaned against the rocks, and fell asleep around the bonfire.
In this tranquility, Elaine, a white bear who was seriously injured and unconscious, was haunted by nightmares and found it difficult to sleep peacefully.
In the dream, he recalled himself as a child. He was abused by the foxes in the fox tribe's research institute and lived an inhumane life.
He is often trapped in a very small iron cage, with no room to turn around. The foxes constantly pierce the body of the White Bear Man with spikes, on the one hand to stimulate the regeneration ability of the White Bear Man boy, and on the other hand
It also brought him great physical pain, so that he could become a breeding ground for [darkness].
The foxes conducted inhumane experiments on the White Bear boy, cutting open his body and implanting various devices. They cut into Elaine's internal organs wantonly and observed how these internal organs repaired themselves in a bright red.
Skinning, cutting off flesh, and cutting bones. Every day of the White Bear Man's life was spent in severe pain. Those days were like living in hell.
In this huge pain and darkness that consumes the soul, only one belief maintains Elaine's mind, preventing the young white bear man from being completely swallowed by despair.
It is ------
"Woo..." As the white bear man groaned, a hand pressed on his forehead.
Elaine was frightened and sweating profusely in the nightmare, and her painful and twisted expression gradually calmed down.
Xiong opened his eyes slightly, and in a blur of tears and sweat, he saw the figure of the man in the light of the fire.
Although the appearance and outline were completely different, the vague aura emanating from that person gave the White Bear an extremely familiar and nostalgic feeling.
"Brother...?" Elaine's unconscious words seemed to be the truth that he instinctively sensed.
The hand retracted, and together with the figure, it instantly disappeared into the darkness. The remaining warmth from that palm still remained on Elaine's forehead.
Tonight, the cycle of Karma (destiny) is still turning quietly.
Until the moment of end (liberation).
The next morning.
Husky woke up early, or he didn't sleep well at all.
Even for such a lively, innocent and energetic dog boy, there were still too many things that happened last night, so much that Husky's eyes looked a little haggard. If Lianyin hadn't called her son last night
I'm afraid the situation will get even worse.
"Are you awake?" King Arthur was waiting in front of the child's bed. He seemed to have woken up early and was here to take care of the child: "What are you going to do today? Are you going to rest in bed for the day, or are you going to spend the day with Hal?"
Are they continuing the game from yesterday?"
The weekend is not completely over yet, Husky could have continued to "play" today - it just depends on whether he is in the mood.
"Go, go." Husky rubbed his eyes: "Hasky has promised Hal that he will complete the task. Of course, he must keep his promise."
"Okay." The King of Knights nodded and gently stroked the dog boy's head: "If you can reach level five or above today, I will recognize you as qualified men and give you a gift."
When the dog boy heard that there was a gift, he immediately wagged his tail: "A gift? What gift?"
The King of Knights smiled mysteriously and gave it a try: "Look forward to it, you will definitely like this gift. By the way, before going to Edinburgh Castle, do you want to stop by to visit your mother?"
The dog-man boy thought hard for a while: "Well... I'd better not do it. Going too early will disturb mommy. Let's go see mommy tonight."
He may have said this out of consideration, or perhaps out of fear and guilt. Only Husky himself knew clearly.
King Arthur did not ask any more questions, and stood up from the chair readily: "Then quickly freshen up, and we will set off after breakfast."
"Yeah!" Husky quickly jumped out of bed and ran to wash up.
At the same time, in the East African Plateau, Bediwell got up early and freshened up by the river before starting his morning exercises.
He had about ten minutes to practice kung fu before the other companions were fully awake and ready to go, which of course only included the most basic punching movements.
Even so, the werewolf's fists were still waving, fighting vigorously, creating crisp echoes in the air. This reminded him of the simple life that had lasted for hundreds of years in the snowy fields of Western Siberia.
Even if the environment changes drastically, leaving Bedivere in such an involuntary situation, through morning exercises, he can still pick up his mood, cheer up again, and continue his journey for a new day.
He concentrated wholeheartedly, and the martial arts training process like a pilgrimage continued. It wasn't until he found someone peeking behind him that Bedivere stopped.
The werewolf turned around and saw that the peeper was none other than the magic swordsman Solar. Even though he had told him everything last night, Solar, the lunatic, was still very interested in Bediville. Even Bediville's morning exercises were
Come over and take a look.
"Oh, Solar, good morning." The werewolf tried his best to be polite, even though he was very unhappy in his heart.
"Good morning." Solar smiled at Bedivere. The smile was very sincere, at least it didn't look like it was forced out: "You are so diligent, my friend. You still have such intense practice early in the morning. But
"Aren't you afraid of straining the joints of your arms when you swing your fist so fast?"
Bedivere was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
(What does my joint strain have to do with you?)
"...Just get used to it." Bedivere thought for a long time before reluctantly answering.
"Hey, are you coming for breakfast?" Albert shouted from the other side of the camp. At that time, the tiger was throwing the dried thunder lizard meat into a bowl to make broth: "You are not coming to eat.
If so, I will eat your share too?"
Bedivere washed his face with river water, stopped talking to Solar, and walked towards the camp. He seemed to still be able to feel Solar's burning gaze, and that gaze fell on the joints of the werewolf's arm.
"Ouch...My head hurts..." Paramedes covered his forehead and howled like a murderous cat. This big cat was so happy last night, and now it finally tasted the pain and was tortured by a hangover.
.
"You deserve it." The werewolf sat down on a big rock and took a bowl of broth from Seglade: "I don't understand why you, who are invulnerable to all poisons, can get drunk so easily."
The Leopard Warrior tried his best to defend himself: "Because the mushroom soup is good for the body, my body probably couldn't eliminate the beneficial substances as harmful substances, so I got drunk."
The people present gave Palamedes a blank look, but what they received in return was a shrug from the big cat.
After a night's rest, Elaine the White Bear also recovered from his injuries. He got up slightly haggardly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Chanel's face with a gentle smile.
"Good morning. Here, use this to wipe your sweat." The elf girl handed over a frozen towel. It was a towel that had been frozen with ice cubes made of saltpeter. It was cold to the touch and very comfortable.
"Thank you, thank you." The white bear blushed and took the towel, burying his face in the towel, feeling the comfort and pleasure brought by the coldness.
"Uh-huh, that's great. I really want a girl to bring ice towels early in the morning." Albert stared at Elaine unwillingly.
"You? You are more suitable for this." Chanel picked up two wooden sticks and took out a piece of red-hot charcoal from the campfire. She handed it to the tiger and deliberately pretended to be affectionate and coaxed: "Come on, open your mouth---
---"
"Ah hahahahaha, don't make such a joke, meow." Tiger shrank back half his body and continued to drink his stew calmly.
"Ouch...it's so hot, cat." Saifer also woke up and was blowing on the liquid while drinking the broth. The cat's tongue was really afraid of being burned, and it couldn't swallow it without blowing the broth to cool it down.
"We're almost done eating, we're going to leave soon." Palamedes urged, looking at the sky at the same time.