Three hours later, Arthur and his party were taken to the queen's palace.
The mermaid's palace is a gorgeous crystal tower. It is made of beautiful blue crystal. It is hard and tough and has stood firm in the cold wind of the North for thousands of years.
Wrapping the edges and corners of each giant crystal are gold-colored gilt pillars, which are directly inlaid on the surface of the crystal by magic. They are exquisitely integrated with the crystal and are well-proportioned. They extend into the sky with the crystal, exuding magic.
Glimmer.
If travelers stop and appreciate it carefully, they can see the various patterns displayed by gold. These golds are not just decorations. Their wonderful patterns are originally some kind of protective magic spell patterns, which can not only defend against enemy artillery fire, but also block enemy fire.
The wind and snow mean that the Crystal Tower will never be stained by a single snowflake.
The elegance and delicacy of the mermaid can so seamlessly combine art and usability. Such a miraculous building is really amazing.
The only thing that dissatisfied Arthur was the cold here: Mermaids all like low temperatures, and the cold texture of this crystal fully reflects their preference. But for humans like Arthur, this building can hardly keep out the cold.
Although it can ward off blizzards, it absorbs the biting cold wind itself, making everyone who enters this building feel terrified.
"Arthur------" the orc boy shuddered and looked at his master uneasily.
"Don't worry, I will find a way for you to escape safely." Arthur said in a low voice.
"If you want to see Her Majesty the Queen, you must first take a shower and change clothes, and put on formal ceremonial clothes." Palace magician Wen Dina said, "You are also tired today, so take a rest first and wait until everything is ready tomorrow."
"Thank you." Arthur replied absently.
"Well, please come this way. Originally, this was a room prepared for the Viking elders to see each other. Today I will make an exception and let you and your party stay in it."
The three of them followed the guards to a large room. The luxury of this room was indeed worthy of the name of a palace. The original crystal walls seemed to have been specially hung with a lot of animal skins for insulation in order to allow humans to adapt. This was similar to the Vikings.
The style of the human architecture is very similar; but for the sake of elegance, the mermaids all use the white fur of snow deer. The room seems to be wrapped in snow. It looks very cold, but it is much warmer than the Crystal Palace outside.
"Wow, what a soft bed!" Kai rolled around on the luxurious bed as soon as he got up. The bed made of snow deer fur was also as pure white as snow.
"Are you a child?" Arthur said while looking out from the crack of the door.
"The guards are so tight. It looks like they don't want us to escape."
"What? Do you still think you can escape? We are lucky that we are not being taken as prisoners to the torture chamber." Kai said optimistically.
"Indeed." Arthur thought, "Everything the mermaids do is really unexpected. Is such a gentle approach intentional, or--"
"Arthur, I wonder...do they have a toilet here?" Bedivere said awkwardly, "They are all mermaids, shouldn't it be...there is only a women's toilet?!"
"Idiot, I already told you that this is a room prepared for the Vikings who are ready to meet you. There should be a men's room, right?" At this point, Kai suddenly turned pale: "Wait a minute, the Vikings are here to meet you."
Shouldn’t all elders be limited to women?!”
"No, it can't be?!" Bedivere became even more panicked, "That guard, toilet, toilet------!"
"Are you two idiots?" Arthur looked at Kai coldly.
"Get it done quickly," the guard said, and then stood guard outside the door.
"Huh." When the orc boy saw that there was actually a men's toilet, he felt relieved and walked in to relieve himself.
"Well," ------ I was saved, I feel so relieved.
"Um?"
I seem to feel someone's eyes on me?
The werewolf boy turned his head suddenly and saw a child.
"Wow!" Bediwell was so startled that he almost peed on his pants, "What are you looking at?!"
"Sorry, ha," the strange boy said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen someone other than me use this place, so it's just a little weird."
"What?" Bedivere was confused.
"I have lived in the palace for so long, and almost no one else has ever used this toilet." The strange boy said, "So, um, welcome to my toilet?"
"You are really a strange guy." Bedivere said in confusion.
"You are also a strange guy. Are you really human? Why do you have a tail behind your butt?" asked the strange boy.
"This..." Bedivere understood. After the shipwreck and this series of events, the mimicry function of the collar began to break down. The wolf's tail was exposed.
"Oh, there's no way." He turned off the mimicry, "Yes, I'm an orc."
"Oh, that's amazing. It's my first time to see an orc!" The strange boy's eyes shone brightly, as if he was looking at something new and interesting, "Why are you in a place like this? I understand, are you the new servant?"
?"
"No." The werewolf boy frowned angrily, "Who is the servant!"
"Isn't it? Well, that's a pity." The strange boy suddenly felt disappointed, "Then, do you want to play?"
"Play?"
"Here," said the strange young man, while turning on a hidden switch on the wall, a secret passage was revealed. "This is a secret passage I discovered before. You can sneak out of the palace from here. Do you want to go out and play?"
"No, it's so late, and--" Bedivere was about to refuse, but then he suddenly thought that this secret passage might be an opportunity for them to escape! "---Okay, just for a while." He said
nodded.
The secret passage was very dark and narrow, with a musty smell. The walls gradually changed from crystal walls to basalt walls at the beginning. The strange boy walked in front, and Bedivere could only touch the edge of the wall to barely keep up.
"By the way, I'm Tristan, what's your name?" the strange boy asked.
"Bedivere." The werewolf boy replied.
"So, Bedi, why did you appear in the palace?" Tristan asked.
"That's a long story." Bedivere said, and he began to tell his story, from the first time he met Arthur to the time he was trapped in the palace in Iceland, he briefly told it all.
"Wow, so powerful!" Young Tristan listened with great interest, "The outside world is so exciting! Your master Arthur is so powerful! And what else, Sir Kay? Why can he become a giant? He really
Hammering a sea monster to death with your bare hands!? It’s so powerful!”
When Bedivere came back to his senses, he realized that he had actually told this stranger so much information. What was going on!?
"Ah, we're here!" Tristan said, "It's very narrow here, be careful when you come out."
Bedivere didn't hear it. He was wondering why he said so many things he shouldn't have said, and suddenly he missed his footing. It turned out that there was a cliff when he came out of the secret passage, and the werewolf boy who missed his footing immediately lost his balance and fell down the cliff.
go.
"Oh, I caught you!" At the critical moment, the young Tristan grabbed Bedivere with one hand and pulled him back to the edge of the cliff.
"Yes, we are saved!" Bedivere broke out in a cold sweat.
"I told you to be careful, you idiot." the young Tristan scolded.
"I'm sorry." The orc boy apologized.
"Just a few more steps and we're almost there." Tristan said.
The teenagers clung to the cliff and walked on the edge. After walking for a short distance, the cliff path suddenly became clear. What Bediwell saw was a cliff facing the sea, and this cliff was covered with a large amount of snow.
Velvet flowers, a vast expanse of white under the moonlight!
Thanks to the moonlight, Bedivere had time to observe this mysterious young man named Tristan.
He looked like a human being. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a tall nose, and a face that was almost golden in proportion. He was a standard handsome boy. However, upon closer inspection, Bedivere saw Tristan.
The skin is covered with tiny scales. These almost completely transparent scales only vaguely reflect the moonlight, emitting a golden scale light.
Human? Mermaid?
The white breath exhaled by the mysterious boy in the cold night told Bedivere that at least he was not a ghost.
"Hahahahaha!" Tristan laughed innocently, jumped into the snow velvet, and rolled around, "You come too, this fluffy flower field is very comfortable, better than the most luxurious bed.
The pad should be more comfortable!"
Bedivere hesitated for a moment, but it seemed that some kind of magic was tempting him. He couldn't help but pounce on the snow velvet and lay down in the soft flower field.
"You are such a strange guy." Bedivere said as he lay next to Tristan, "You come to lie down in a place like this in the middle of the night. Who are you?"
"Tristan is Tristan," the kid said. "Although the servants always call me a fishman, that has nothing to do with me."
"Fishman?" Bedivere looked at the boy's legs. He didn't see the boy's fish tail, but he saw that the boy's legs had slightly larger scales and there were webs between the toes.
"Are you a mermaid? But your feet..." Bedivere asked curiously.
"Right, it's weird, isn't it? Mom and the others all have tails, but I'm the only one with the same pair of legs as humans, and there's something weird--"
Tristan smiled mischievously,
"---In short, sometimes even I wonder if I am a mermaid. Maybe I am actually a human being, but the mermaids kindly took me in and used magic to turn me into what I am now?"
Bediwell has lived in France for a long time, and he thinks that his understanding of human beings is quite good, but he cannot deny it immediately: "...I have never seen humans with fish scales. I don't think so."
Know."
"Don't you know?" Tristan looked obviously disappointed, "Forget it, let's play? Do you want to play wrestling? Or compete with swordsmanship like you knights like to do?"
"Swordsmanship? There is no such thing here--"
Before Bedivere could finish speaking, Tristan took out two swords that looked like ice cubes.
"This is made of ice magic. Don't worry, it is deliberately made very blunt and will break as soon as you bend it. You won't be injured if you try this." said the young Tristan.
"If you insist." Bedivere took the ice sword. The coldness of the thing spread on the paws of the werewolf boy, but it was not as cold as real ice. "Let me explain first, I am very strong. If you want me to let you
Three chances to attack?"
"Hey, no thank you." The other party seemed very confident, "Don't look at me like this, I have learned swordsmanship from the guards."
"Very good, you said it. Don't blame me if you cry when you are beaten." Bedivere wished he could teach this ignorant boy in front of him a lesson.
At the same time, Ambassador Lounge.
"Why did you stay in Bedivere for so long?" Arthur said a little worriedly, "Did something happen in the toilet?"
"How is it possible? Are the mermaids in the palace really so hungry? Even children?" Kai suddenly jumped up from the bed, "Sister Mermaid! I want to go to the toilet too!"
"He's a hopeless pervert," Arthur said contemptuously.