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Chapter 1521 Awakening In The Nightmare (15)

Chapter 1521 Awakening in the Night of Evil (15)

Ten minutes later, inside [Britannia Battleship------Attack of Palamides], in King Arthur's bedroom.

"So," Arthur was a little dissatisfied with being woken up late at night. He took a sip of black tea and tried to suppress his anger back in his stomach: "Bedivere, why did you come to see me late at night?"

"Well..." the werewolf blushed and said tremblingly: "You might not believe it if I tell you, Arthur. But..."

He swallowed, "I think I found my son."

Arthur frowned and tried to adjust his position on his chair to make himself more comfortable: "Bedi, you once said that your wife and son are dead. They died at the hands of monsters."

That monster... seems to be called [Snow Armored God], if I remember correctly?"

"Yes, yes, I know, I did say that at the beginning." Bedivere sighed: "But I just saw it with that ring. My son is not dead yet. He is right there."

"That headband for reconnaissance?" Arthur frowned again: "I heard that the headband seems to have been broken? Isn't the remaining function of that headband just to promote sleep?"

"Yes, it is indeed true," Bedivere explained awkwardly, "but the Holy Spirit released by the ring has not been completely eliminated. It is sealed in a place called the Painted World. After I fell asleep,

It became a matter of controlling the activities of the Holy Spirit in the world in the painting. Then, in order to escape from that world, I fought with the Eastern Demonic Dragon there."

Arthur blinked, made no comment, and listened quietly.

"Then I controlled the Holy Spirit to escape and went to a dark place. Then I saw my son." Bedivere continued to explain, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, with tears streaming down his face: "I did see him! He also recognized him."

Out of me! My son! My lovely son! He calls me Daddy! He has grown up a lot, but he is still the same cute little boy. He is still alive, still alive in this world, waiting for me to find him

he!"

"Wait a minute, calm down, Bedivere." Seeing the werewolf youth so excited, Arthur couldn't help but hand him a cup of tea: "Drink the tea first and calm down."

"But……"

Arthur glared at Bedivere.

"Okay..." The werewolf young man picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Arthur looked at Bedivere without emotion: "So, your claim is that you wore that headband and synchronized with the feeling of the Holy Spirit, and then entered a special subspace called the Pictured World where the Holy Spirit resides, and

You defeated the guardian in that space... or something like that, and escaped. After you escaped, you were immediately transported to your son's side, and your son recognized him as just a spirit body and couldn't speak.

of you?"

Bedivere nodded vigorously. The tea still kept sliding down his throat. However, the tea was so hot that he wanted to spit it out. However, he did not want to offend King Arthur, so he tried his best to spit it out.

I swallowed the scalding hot tea.

"Bedivere, I don't want to hit you, but everything you said feels like a dream." Arthur looked up and down at the werewolf young man.

Bedivere looked absolutely terrible now. The werewolf was almost naked, and he only managed to put on a pair of underpants because of someone's protest. Moreover, the werewolf was sleeping hazily, with messy hair on his body and sticky eyes at the corners of his eyes.

There were a few eyelashes that were about to fall off. All in all, it was as if Bedivere was awake or even sleepwalking. How credible could his words be? I really can’t praise him.

"I believe you, Bedivere." However, Arthur said.

"Arthur, you...believe me?"

"I believe you." The King of Knights shrugged and repeated: "Although there is no logic in your words, and you look like you haven't woken up now, it's hard to believe that what you just experienced is not a human being.

Dream. Although there is no evidence to prove your words, I will believe you."

"...Really?" Even Bedivere himself didn't quite believe himself. He just suddenly ran over to chat with Arthur in a fit of enthusiasm. Now that he recalled the content of what he said, he couldn't help but feel that what he said was actually stupid.

It makes no sense and is illogical, not much different from talking in sleep.

"Bedi, you are one of the best friends in my life." Arthur took a sip of tea and sighed: "You don't need a reason to believe in your friends. If you still believe what you just said, then

I also go back and believe those words, unconditionally. So what do you want to do with this matter? Are you going to continue to believe in it? Or are you going to dismiss it all as a dream? It's already very late.

, you make your decision now."

"I...I believe." Bedivere took a deep breath, "I believe that my son is still alive. I want to believe that."

"Since you believe so--" Arthur said coaxingly.

Bedivere's eyes shone with light, which was the light of hope: "Since I believe it, no matter how big the world is, no matter how difficult it is to find him, I will still find him one day."

"

"Welcome to our club." Arthur smiled and extended his hand to Bediville as if to shake hands: "This is what I have been waiting for, Bediville."

"Uh...what?"

"You now have enough motivation to participate in the Round Table Trial." The King of Knights said happily: "Then you should embrace this dream and go for it. In order to find your most cherished family again, you have the most

A legitimate and strong dream. Your dream will surely blossom and bear fruit and create a powerful Holy Spirit. And when you become a Knight of the Round Table, I promise you that I will help you find it even if I use all the strength of the Knights of the Round Table.

Your son. I look forward to the day when your father and son will reunite."

"Well!" Bedivere said with tears in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with the King of Knights: "Thank you, Arthur. I will definitely become a Knight of the Round Table, and I will definitely find Ha------

"

"Hey, don't say it." Arthur interrupted Bedivere: "I don't want to hear it. Before you become a Knight of the Round Table, I don't want to know anything about your son, or even his name. You are

One of my best friends, Bediwell. If I knew your son's name, then even if there was no such thing as the Round Table Trial, I would be tempted to help you track down your son's whereabouts. This is not possible.

.I want you to become a Knight of the Round Table, and then we can help you find your son in a dignified manner. I like to save the most anticipated things for the last, Bediville."

"You are right, Arthur. I will not mention my son again. We will talk about this again after I become a Knight of the Round Table." The werewolf shrugged and stood up from the chair: "Okay, I have to

Go back and rest. There is a game tomorrow."

"It's already very late, you can stay tonight." Arthur took another sip of tea: "I have ordered Cador to arrange a dormitory for you. Go and rest in your own dormitory."

"Okay then." The werewolf young man said goodbye to the King of Knights and pushed out the door.

Arthur looked at Bedivere's leaving figure with a worried look on his face.

At the same time, in Prince Kai's mansion.

"That's real! Husky really saw Dabi Wang!" The dog man boy also tried his best to explain to his evil uncle: "That ghost-like thing must be Dabi Wang! He is in Hasky."

I was practicing punching in front of my dad, which is what my dad always did for morning practice. It’s exactly the same!”

"Kid, I think you are half asleep...?" The evil star looked distrustful. After all, a spirit suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and he happened to be Husky's father. The probability was really astronomical.

As low as one percent.

Therefore, Xinghui Long persuaded in a low voice: "I know you miss your father very much, but jumping up and making trouble like this in the middle of the night is not an option. Go to bed quickly, okay?"

"But! But...!" The dog-man boy was still unwilling to give up.

"Then what do you want, kid?" The evil star was already unbearably sleepy and seemed to get rid of Husky as soon as possible: "Are you planning to let me take you out for another flight to find traces of your father?

? Or should I use my sense of smell to track down your father's whereabouts? Let me explain to you first, I can't feel any special smell in this room. Except for you and me, and Kai who has been here for a while.

, no one else has been in or out."

The photon smell of the evil star may not necessarily be able to sense the spirit body--especially the one operated by Bediwell, the long-distance reconnaissance Holy Spirit composed purely of photons. The Holy Spirit is as colorless and odorless as air, flying

After leaving, not a trace remains.

"Ugh..." Husky sat down unhappily, sitting on the bed with his back to the evil star.

"Don't be like this, kid. What do you want from me?" The evil star just didn't want to mention it at this time. But in fact, the things he feared in his heart were probably the easiest to understand the reality.

If the spirit entity that came to see Husky is real, does this mean that Husky's dad has already turned into... that kind of thing?

------Does this mean that Husky's father has actually passed away a long time ago?

However, this child still stubbornly believes that his father is still alive and he just had a quarrel with his mother and got divorced. This child does not know how to accept death, so after witnessing so many separations in life and death recently, he will

Are you having nightmares and hallucinations like that? All in all, this kid is mentally unstable and is a potential trouble.

The evil star was thinking.

Maybe it's time to think of a way to distract Husky.

"You know what? I can teach you swordsmanship," said the evil star.

"Uh, is it true, Uncle Evil Star Wang?" Husky turned his head.

"Really." Xing Huilong said coaxingly: "If you don't get stronger, how can you find your daddy in the huge crowd? It's not impossible for me to teach you some swordsmanship, but now

It’s already very late, let’s talk about this tomorrow. How about going to bed first?”

"Um...Okay." The simple dog boy was deceived and fooled.


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