In the windless night sky, there were stagnant dark clouds that spread to the sky. Above these dark clouds, a specially-made iron cavalry flew past in a low-key manner, dragging out a lavender, almost imperceptible tail flame. The light turned on by the cavalry itself
Under the influence of camouflage, its appearance is more concealed.
"What a powerful concealment system." Bediwell, who was driving the iron cavalry, couldn't help it. The concealment system of the small iron cavalry that Paramedis got from unknown sources was powerful enough. Unexpectedly, there was such a thing as the sky, and Sherrichard let him
The concealment system of the iron cavalry driven by Bediwell is actually more advanced.
"This is a system secretly developed by the independent R&D department of the Sphinx Consortium. Please do not mention it to the public." Sherrichard, who was sitting in the back seat of the iron cavalry, said.
At that time, she hugged Bedivere's waist tightly from behind, and her chest was pressed on the back of the werewolf youth. The soft touch came through the clothes, making Bedivere, who was only wearing a thin shirt,
A little bit fanciful.
"By the way, after this matter is over, this iron cavalry can be given to you - although we have to recycle the stealth system." Seeing Bediwell's silence for a while, Sherrichard thought that the werewolf young man was still praising the excellent workmanship of the iron cavalry.
At once.
Bediwell was touched: "Is it okay? Just give it to me for free?"
"Okay. This is the cavalry that Father Sphinx has been playing with before he passed away. He originally planned to exchange this cavalry with the most advanced technology for your cavalry. It's a pity that he is no longer here, and this cavalry remains.
It’s useless to keep it, it’s better to give it to the person it was supposed to be given to.”
Bedivere's mood suddenly became heavy. The iron cavalry that Bedivere bought from the black market in Cairo seemed to have originally belonged to Sword Saint Jacques. Father Sphinx seemed to have had a relationship with Sword Saint Jacques, and he was thinking about it.
It was only because of their friendship that he planned to buy the iron horse from Bediwell. In order to get the iron horse, he had done so many things behind the scenes, but it was a pity that his father was no longer here.
"It's okay to exchange." Bedivere then said, "If that is the last wish of the Sphinx, let me exchange my iron cavalry with this one."
"What's the point of doing this? Send the exchanged cavalry to dad's grave as a burial gift?" The Snow Lion girl smiled softly: "No need. His body has been cremated, and only a jar of ashes is left.
There is no need for such a thing."
"This method is a bit lonely"
"Do you have a family, Mr. Bedivere?" Sherrichard suddenly changed the subject and asked.
This question seemed to hit the werewolf youth's Achilles' heel. He was silent for a moment before replying: "I have a wife and son. But they are gone."
"Divorce?" Sherrichard actually asked knowingly. She had glimpsed Bediwell's past during the guardian trial of [Sun God's Sun Disk] (Bediwell did not know this),
I know that Bedivere's wife and children are gone.
"It's not that good. I'm gone because of an accident." Bedivere said vaguely.
"Then have you ever tried to place funerary objects in their tombs for worship?" Snow Lion asked sharply.
"No. There is no tomb at all, only a small grave was erected at the place where we first settled." Bedivere replied a little sadly: "I watched the monster swallow my wife with my own eyes, and I didn't dare to hold on to her survival."
I have hope. But I still believe that my son is still alive. I just haven’t found him yet.”
"Why are you so convinced?"
"Intuition. That child is blessed by the whole world and has been lucky all his life. Although there is no evidence at all, I even dare that even if the child is swallowed by a monster, he can still find a way to avoid danger."
"Really?" Sherrichard shrugged: "Well, in short, what I think is that it is meaningless to use materials to commemorate the deceased. When a person dies, he dies. He can't feel anything, and there is nothing anymore. Whether it is a funeral or placing funerary objects, it is only to comfort the living people. In this way, the living people will think that when they pass away one day, they will enjoy the same treatment, be remembered, and commemorated. Therefore, they will not You will feel lonely."
Bedivere was silent for a moment. This is indeed the truth.
"The situation on your side is rather special. This cavalry was originally intended to be given to you by Father Sphinx, but he just didn't have the chance to give it away. And the cavalry that Dad planned to exchange for was only his own. Only then did I know what it represents. In this case, whether it is this iron cavalry or yours, I think it is up to you to keep and use it, which can fully reflect their value. I believe that my father’s spirit in heaven will also agree. Just my thoughts."
"Then I'll accept it without mercy." Bedivel said. It felt like he had taken a huge advantage from Father Sphinx.
"So, is there anything special about the place we are going to next?" Bediwell asked again: "Is it to commemorate the dead, or to comfort the living?"
"Probably both." Sherrichard replied: "There are still ten nautical miles left to Madagascar. It is expected to approach South Africa's territorial waters in two hours. Please reduce your speed and proceed with caution."
"This is blatant smuggling." Bediwell complained in a low voice: "I can understand that you asked me to be a bodyguard and driver to sneak into the country secretly. But why? The president of the Sphinx Consortium, the eldest sister Xue Ruicha Miss De, you actually need to smuggle into Madagascar overnight with such difficulty? Wouldn’t it be nice to enter the country legally through diplomatic channels?”
"It can't be done." Sherrichard replied in a cold tone: "Do you know what the full name of the Republic of South Africa is?"
Bedivere shook his head.
"The full name is [South African Holy People's Republic]. It is a country that advocates [human supremacy]." Sherrichard asked and answered himself: "In the past, they organized African countries to invade the Kingdom of Solis, destroy the kingdom and treat the kingdom as a It has been like this before they established their own colony. In their eyes, only human blood is the purest, and the higher the purity of human blood, the more respected it is. On the contrary, we orcs are lowly existences. Even normal tourist entry or business entry applications are difficult to get approved."
A drop of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the werewolf youth. Remember that in order to trace the whereabouts of the Sword Saint Joseph, he had visited Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, with King Arthur. At that time, there were a lot of procedures. And because there was Great Britain The king is opening the way, and South Africa's talent network is opening its way to allow Bediville to enter. If Bediville applied for entry on his own, he might not be able to get approval at all.
"And I am also a member of the Lion Tribe, a descendant of the Solis Kingdom they once destroyed. People like me are naturally on the blacklist of the Republic of South Africa, and it is impossible to enter the country normally." Sherrichard hummed: "The Lion Tribe was exterminated by South Africa, sold as slaves to all parts of the world, and will never be allowed to set foot on the land of their former motherland. That country is so hateful."
At this time, Sherrichard's arms, which were originally holding Bedivere's waist, were trembling. She didn't know whether it was because of anger or sadness. Only she would know.
Although Sherichard always said she didn't care, Bedivere knew that she actually cared. The feeling when she spoke was very similar to Arthur before. Although her tone was as calm as a windless lake, she could always feel that there was something there.
Great anger burned quietly in it, like a violent torrent hidden under the calm water.
Having her country destroyed, having her dignity trampled on, and being ordered to never set foot in her homeland, this is what Sherrichard couldn't bear. That's why she took this strategy, even if she uses illegal means like smuggling, she has to go back to her homeland.
Let’s take a trip to the former Kingdom of Solis.
"Ah, it's right there. Slow down and stop on that small island." It was a dark night with dark clouds and a closed moon, but Sherrich's eyesight was surprisingly good. He could actually see a small outlying island on the dark sea.
.
"Yes, eldest sister." Bedivere said jokingly, letting the cavalry land.
This is a small reef island less than two kilometers away from Madagascar. There is not even a single plant on it, but it is a habitat for seabirds. The surrounding area is filled with the stench of guano.
"There is a small cave over there. Let's drive the cavalry into it." Sherrichard instructed again. God knows how she learned about the hidden cave on an unknown bird island?
Bediwell obeyed silently, went around the side of Bird Island, and actually found the entrance to a cave hidden in the shadow of the reef. There was a cave inside, and the hidden cave was just big enough for them to park a cavalry. Considering that this was a natural
Maybe Sherichard knew about this bird island and its hiding place from the beginning, so she specifically chose this place to park the cavalry. She probably knew her former motherland very well.
"Although tomorrow is South Africa's National Day, they have gathered most of their troops in the capital to prepare for a grand military parade, and Madagascar's defense will be relatively weak." Sherrichard jumped off the cavalry: "But there are still photon radars erected around the island.
There are anti-aircraft turrets on the wall. The stealth ability of the iron cavalry cannot deceive the high-precision photon radar. So, from here on, we can only swim over."
"Swimming?" Bediwell's whole body began to stiffen. Not to mention how difficult it was to swim one kilometer, the werewolf youth himself was a landlubber.
"Landlubber?" The Snow Lion girl tied up her long hair and looked at Bedivere with a teasing smile.
"Landlubber." The werewolf young man replied truthfully and helplessly.
"Unexpectedly. The heroes in various game movies are often landlubbers. They will drown if they fall into the water." Sherrichard laughed and kicked the rear storage box of the cavalry: "This will
It helps."
The storage box was opened, containing diving equipment specially prepared for this operation. As expected, Sherrichard was well prepared.
"If you're not good at swimming, you can always dive, right?" Sherrichard smiled and put the diving props into Bedivere's hands.