"What?! Who are you calling bald?!" The sturdy man immediately frowned: "I'm not bald, it's just that my hairline is higher!"
He turned his head, pointed to the back of his head and said, "Look, there is still hair here!"
Indeed, there is a very thin layer. After seeing it, Bediwell couldn't help but want to laugh even more. This is obviously bald, why is this guy unwilling to admit it. No wonder Gladiator Bereld has been wearing that strange one before
Helmet, it turns out that the function of the helmet is not to protect the head, but to cover the fact that one is bald. However, this guy's hair did not grow thickly where it should be, and the hair grew extraordinarily lush where it shouldn't. Werewolf
Looking at the dense chest hair vaguely exposed between the gladiator's shirt, I couldn't help but want to laugh even more.
"Ahem!" Gladiator Bereld coughed twice, "That's it anyway. If you want to laugh, just laugh, I won't care."
"Humph, I won't laugh at you anymore. There's nothing funny anyway." Bedivere rolled his eyes at Bereld: "So, what are you doing here? Following me?"
"Stalking you little furball? Hahahahaha, don't be stupid!" The gladiator laughed cheerfully: "I have been staying on this deck since about two o'clock this afternoon to practice swordsmanship! Today's game
It’s so boring that I don’t think I can get enough of it! In order to keep this lazy guy from slacking off, I won’t stop until I practice eight hours a day!”
"Ha. So diligent." The werewolf youth looked at Bereld with a little contempt. It seemed that this guy was not lying. But, practicing eight hours a day? How annoying would that be? Bediwell himself
He is the kind of person who takes time to do physical exercise every day, but he only takes about one or two hours to do morning exercises every morning. How can he go too far like Bereld.
"What? You don't practice?" Gladiator Bereld glanced at Bedivere, "Looking at your physique, it is impossible to build it without exercising every day, right? And you are still an orc*. So are you.
This body of muscle has been built through practice. If I were to say that you should exercise hard, would you have such a big objection?"
(*Note: The muscle fibers of orcs are denser than humans. It is generally difficult to build strong muscles. It takes more effort than ordinary people to build a large amount of muscles.)
"No, I have no objection at all." The werewolf couldn't help but reply perfunctorily. He wanted to find a corner to practice his sword skills by himself, and he didn't want to continue talking to Bereld.
"Oh, so you are very busy, little furball." Bereld sneered: "Looking at the unbladed iron sword in your hand, I guess it is also a prop for exercise, right? You ran to this place at such a time
Coming up on the deck of the Palamedes is enough to explain everything. So, I have a suggestion--since you also want to practice swordsmanship, and I happen to be free, why don't we just
Let’s discuss it here?”
As soon as the gladiator Bereld said this, Bediwell immediately became alert. The werewolf young man clenched his sword with one hand and asked tentatively: "Don't forget, Mr. Bereld, you and I have a date tomorrow."
There's a match going on. If there's a fight, why don't we wait until tomorrow? If we have a private match here, even if we win, it's not an aboveboard matter."
"Wow, wow, wow, take it easy, little furball!" the gladiator grinned, as if he was playing a prank: "I'm just talking about having a practice match with you. No points will be counted, no victory. It’s a negative practice. Anyway, it’s practice if I practice by myself, and it’s the same practice if I have someone to practice with me. Why not?”
"You can't be up to something, right..." Bedivere still showed distrust of the other party.
"No, it won't happen." The gladiator raised the practice blacksmith in his hand and handed it to the werewolf youth: "See for yourself, I am also using a practice sword without a blade. I was hit by this. , there will only be a few bruises on the body at most, and there will be no fatal injuries. I believe that the iron sword you are holding is the same thing. After all, they are all distributed from the arsenal of Great Britain. If you still feel something is wrong , you think I can cheat with weapons, you can switch weapons with me. You can choose one of these two iron swords without an edge. Then you won’t have any objections, right?"
"Huh------" Bedivere still hesitated. It can be said without mercy that Bedivere's own swordsmanship is very average. And he also heard that the gladiator Bereld was a powerful swordsman with both offense and defense. Knight. If you compete with Bereld here to learn swordsmanship, you can not only learn some sword-playing experience from your opponent, but also find out the details of Bereld, which will be very helpful for tomorrow's game with the gladiators. Laird offered to have this kind of one-on-one training with Bedivere, which is actually beneficial to the werewolf youth. But in this world, free pies will really fall for no reason. Huh? It’s really suspicious...
"Haha, you still hesitate like this? You are such a cautious little furball."
"By the way, can you please stop calling me little fur ball..." Bedivere couldn't help complaining.
"As long as they are furry guys, I call them little furballs." Bereld grinned again and took out a long cloth belt from his waist: "If you are worried, you are afraid that I will steal it." When I see your sword moves, I will let you take another step."
After finishing speaking, this guy actually covered his eyes with a piece of cloth: "That's okay, right? I can't see anything with my eyes covered, and you can attack as much as you like."
"Are you kidding me, bald man?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel a little angry, or he felt offended: "You also covered your eyes. This is no longer a practice, but a practice." I am bullying you unilaterally. Do you think you can really defeat me while blindfolded? There is a limit to looking down on others!"
Unexpectedly, the gladiator laughed boldly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! How do you know if you don't try this kind of thing? And I told you a long time ago, this is just practice, just for fun, There is no difference between winning and losing. Just attack, little furball! You may be able to defeat me blindfolded, but you may not be able to. But I can guarantee that things will become very interesting!"
A blue vein protruded from the werewolf's forehead. He tightened the practice bladeless iron sword in his hand: "You are seeking death yourself. Don't blame me when your nose is swollen and your face is bruised!"
"I don't blame you, I don't blame you, little furball!" Bereld took a step back and made a provocative gesture: "Let's have some fun!"
So Bediwell rushed forward and aimed a sword at Bereld's head!
Meanwhile, somewhere in Cairo.
"Hmm..." Palamedes slowly opened his eyes and got up from the ground. His forehead felt as uncomfortable as being kicked by a donkey, filled with the discomfort of dizziness and pain.
"I...where am I?" The big cat turned around and looked around. The surrounding environment was very dark, but the air was filled with a strange smell as sweet as roasted marshmallows.
Palamedes tried his best to organize his thoughts, and then he remembered that he was in the middle of a date with the Jewel Queen Rosetta.
By the way, Palamedes finally remembered that Rosetta asked him to help pick the cocoons of the desert magic silkworm and tried to use the silk extracted from the cocoons to make clothes. However, Rosetta severely deceived Palamedes.
Medis got a handful, and the silk he got was not used to make clothes--the Queen of Jewels used magic power to control the silk, and tied up Paramedis instantly.
Paramedes, who was powerless to struggle at the time, was soon struck by the illusion of Queen Rosetta and fell into a coma. The moment he was wrapped in silk and completely unable to move was his last memory before he fainted.
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"From now on, you will be my slave." Palamedes remembered what the Jewel Queen Rosetta said to him before he fainted.
But it’s so strange, why?
What is Rosetta doing and what does she want? Palamedes couldn't help but wonder.
If a big shot like her really wanted to find a man to play with, it would be just a simple matter. Why did she want to find Palamedes? Why did she choose Palamedes? Could it be that she thought she was interested in the orcs---
Especially Leopard Man---do you have any special hobbies...?
Palamedes frowned. He knew very little about the current situation, and there was no point in guessing. In short, let's escape from this ghost place first. However------
Palamedes tried to find a way to escape in this dark and dark room where he could barely see his fingers. After some groping, he still had no results. He could vaguely feel that this should be a bedroom with his touch. After all, he touched it.
There is a bed, a bedside table, and a small round stool next to the bedside table. But unfortunately, there are no lights in this room, no buttons to turn on the lights, and no lighting items. This dark secret room even seems like
There are no doors or windows, it is a completely closed space.
To make matters worse, Palamedes discovered at this time that he was actually naked.
That's right, in this darkness, his clothes had already been stripped off, and there wasn't even a pair of underwear prepared for him in the room. He sighed, and at this time he began to feel that this darkness was also a nightmare for him.
This is an advantage, after all, he won't feel ashamed for not wearing any clothes.
But what should we do next? The room is an absolute secret room, and there is no way out. And Palamedes felt in his heart that if the other party threw him naked into this secret room, he would definitely not
It ended like this. Is this some kind of prank? Or is it really a kind of rape, the process of turning an ordinary person into a slave? He has heard such legends before, this is a common method used by human traffickers.
Trap the newly captured normal person naked in a small dark room, and gradually destroy the person's will bit by bit, until finally the person is on the verge of a mental breakdown before being released. Being raped like this
The slave will be very obedient and will not dare to run away or resist again.
------Did this kind of misfortune really happen to Paramedes?