In the evening, in a small hotel on the border of Rome.
"How is it? Can it be repaired?" Bedivere asked worriedly.
"No. The lightsaber was originally designed to be waterproof. However, the fierce fighting in the water and the immersion in seawater caused the battery to get water from the crack. Everything else can be repaired, but the battery is the biggest problem, not in the Knights.
There is absolutely no way to get a replacement within the jurisdiction." Arthur said frustratedly.
"Can't you disassemble one from a light gun or something?" Ivan asked.
"The energy output of the battery used in the lightsaber is five times that of the light gun battery." Arthur said, "Even if you are a genius and can adjust the interface to adapt to the lightsaber, you will not be able to achieve such a large output."
"Then..." Kai originally wanted to say something, but stopped immediately, "No, I can't give you the battery of my spear, otherwise I will have no weapons to use."
"Alas." Arthur sighed, "It is impossible for the Roman people to obtain weapons. It is dangerous enough to come to Rome this time, and without weapons in hand. Can I be more unlucky?"
"My gut tells me that's not what you're worried about," Kai said.
"...That's right." Arthur said frustratedly, "That leopard man, my intuition tells me that even if I have decent weapons in hand, I can't beat his speed."
"How is it possible! Arthur will lose too?" Bedivere shouted in disbelief, "Arthur, you are just joking with us, right? You are just scaring us, right?!"
Arthur shook his head: "I just hope we don't have to meet that pirate again and reach Rome smoothly."
"But my intuition tells me that he will continue to appear and cause trouble for us." Arthur said solemnly, "So... before we enter Rome, can you please dye your hair quickly?"
Already?!"
Bedivere frowned and looked at Arthur, then looked at the packet of hair dye on the table: "No."
"Why?! I just want you to dye your hair. Do you need to be so resistant? Do you think that mimicry collar is omnipotent? That thing can deceive ordinary people, but it can't deceive the eyes of Hungarians at all! What are you doing?
Do you want them to spot you at a glance?!"
"But this is the silver hair that our family is proud of. How can we dye it as we please! And why do we choose this disgusting khaki dye? It's so ugly!"
"If you want to dye your silver hair smoothly, this is the best choice." Arthur said, "Stop pushing and pushing, dye it for me quickly."
Bedivere resisted desperately, "No dye, no dye, in short, no dye!"
"You---this--smelly---little-------!" Arthur's face first turned red, then turned purple. Without saying a word, he immediately grabbed Bediwell and dragged him to the bathroom.
,"Watch me drown you with dye!!"
"No!!!!" The orc boy struggled hard, as if he had never struggled so hard in his life, "Kay! Ivan! Help, help! ------"
"I wish you good luck. God will bless you." Kai prayed for Bediwell, half with pity and half with mischief.
"Ah!!!!!!" Bediwell screamed one after another in the bathroom, "No, it's not there! ------Don't touch here ------Not there either! Okay.
It hurts!!!!"
"Is this...really dyeing your hair?" Ivan asked doubtfully.
"It's better not to ask what happened inside." Kai sneered.
After Bedivere's wails like a slaughtering pig, Arthur walked out of the bathroom soaked, panting, and with messy hair.
"Ugh..." Bedi sobbed softly as he crawled out. The hair on his body had been dyed golden (the silver hair turned into an unexpected color under the action of the khaki dye)
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"It's not bad." Kai said.
"Not bad?!" Bedi said immediately, "Look at this disgusting yellow color! My body has been defiled! How can I have the nerve to see my dead people in the future?"
"They are all dead, how can you see them? What's more, it's just a hair dye, why do you say it is so serious." Kai sneered, "At least your moral integrity is still there."
"I hate you, Kay." Bedivere said while wiping tears.
"Hufufu, hate it, young man. If you hate it, you'll get used to it." Kai said with a belly laugh.
"You are making such a big fuss over such a trivial matter, you are an inexperienced brat." Arthur scolded, "The dye will be gone in two or three months, so what are you afraid of?"
"What if it sticks to me all the time? Am I going to have to wear this disgusting yellow hair all my life?"
"Don't worry, if it doesn't fade, I will take responsibility and shave all the hair on your body. Then you will be a real 'person'." Arthur said sarcastically.
"Arthur, I hate you." Bedivere said with a sad face.
"Hate it, young man. If you hate it, you will become numb." Arthur said.
"Uh, there is still a patch of color on the buttocks." Ivan said suddenly.
"It's so noisy!" Bedivere quickly covered his buttocks with his hands.
"You will dye it yourself, right?" Arthur's eyes flashed coldly, "Or do you want me to dye it for you again?"
"No, no need, I'll do it myself!!!" The werewolf boy ran into the bathroom with his tail between his legs.
"Ivan, I hate you too!" The werewolf boy poked his head out of the bathroom and continued to curse.
"Hate it, we don't know each other well anyway." Ivan showed a cruel and funny sneer.