Chapter 20: Origin and Destiny (Part II)

Five minutes later. Knight Arthur's new quarters.

"Is this your room?" asked the werewolf boy Bediwell, surprised, "how is it that there is no trace of [man's] life at all?"

Surrounded by walls of steel, the room, which is about 200 square feet, has nothing but the most basic furniture such as two beds, two tables and chairs, side by side.

Compared to the small, neat (well, slightly dirty) room of the werewolf boy, full of books and toys, the knight's room was simply large and hollow.

I really don't understand how the owner of the room lives in such an environment.

Is the life of a person whose heart is blank necessarily a blank one?

"What do you mean by that?" Arthur pulled out a cotton uniform from his suitcase and threw it to the werewolf boy, with a vague look of disgust, "Change the bandages yourself and go take a shower." You smell of beasts all over you, and you stink to death. The werewolf boy reluctantly walked into the bathroom. But in less than ten seconds, he rushed out in a panic: "What did you do to my body?!" "What [did something]?

"Less?" (Bediwell subconsciously looks down) "No, I- how did I become uh human?" "Human? Arthur said disapprovingly, "The collar around your neck, there's a button on the right side, press it down and see?" Bediwell agreed, suspiciously. He fumbled with the small red button on his silver metal collar and pressed it.

The silver hair on his arm [grew] again, and he was the same werewolf boy as he knew himself.

Photon stereo projection jishu. If you look closely, you can see through this disguise, but from a distance, you won't be much different from a normal human. Arthur explained, "However, this thing only works on living organisms, and clothes still need to be worn." The werewolf boy immediately blushed and hid in the bathroom.

"Oh, and," the young knight said as he sat down at his desk as he wrote his report, "don't think about leaving the base of the Northern Knights without me, and don't want to remove that collar." Otherwise, it will kill you. "Yes, yes," replied Bediwell, who, though he had come to his senses, could not help but feel a tingling in his heart, "I know what I am. This level of precaution is a matter of course. "And," added Knight Arthur, "you will be my retinue from this day forward. The work to be done includes sorting out the equipment and refurbishing the Iron Rider. But you've never been exposed to these things before, and you don't know how to get started, right? I'll teach you little by little. "Is the Iron Rider the anti-gravity airship?" asked Bediwell with interest.

He had seen the high knights of France fly handsomely on something like that, the whistling of the engines like a deep and majestic beast. Completely fascinated by the werewolf boy. Unfortunately, the Iron Cavalry was very expensive, and ordinary people could not afford it with their life savings, and only a military institution such as the Order could ration it.

Arthur saw that the werewolf boy was secretly drooling, and immediately saw through Bedeville's thoughts. The Silver Knight remained silent, thinking to himself how to play tricks on the little servant: "The Iron Rider is just equipped with a photon explosion engine, which flies faster than civilian anti-gravity airships - no big deal. Would you like to sit down and have a look?" The werewolf boy replied with interest.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah!!" Ten minutes later, with the werewolf boy's terrible scream, a silver light pierced the sky.

"Stop, stop!!" "What are you talking about?!" I can't hear—" Arthur was selectively deaf.

"Stop! stop! I'm going to vomit!" Bediwell shouted in the highest decibels.

A minute later, on the edge of a forest.

"Whew—" The werewolf boy Bediwell held on to the trunk of the tree, vomiting and vomiting, almost prostrating, but his head was still dizzy.

"It's useless, I vomited at such a speed, what are you going to do in the future?" Arthur sat on a cleared stump, sneering viciously as he lifted Erlang's legs.

"More than 300 kilometers per hour is [that's the speed]?!" Arthur patted the iron rider's fuselage, as if praising an old friend: "This iron monster can reach the speed of sound at its top speed." However, there is no driver who can withstand that speed. No matter how much the body is exercised, the internal organs cannot be strengthened by exercise. Anyone who wants to reach the highest speed will have their internal organs damaged by [Photon Buffering Effect]*, and they will die of internal bleeding. (*Note: In this shijie, objects and environments are filled with photons, and living organisms are no exception.) When moving at high speeds, photons in the environment exert a drag-like effect on the photons inside the object, causing the object to not accelerate efficiently - this is called Photonic Buffering. If the target of the acceleration is a living organism, the internal organs will be put under additional burden, and in severe cases, internal bleeding will cause death. "See, I'm dying now, xiexie. Bediwell threw up again.

"Hurry up and wash your face after throwing up. You're dirty. Arthur turned his face away and casually tossed a water bag to the werewolf boy, "Hold on a little longer, it's almost there." "Arrived?" the werewolf boy Bediwell drenched his head with water, and the water slid from the hair on the top of his head to the tip of his nose, bringing a hint of coolness that made him feel a little more comfortable.

He gasped: "Where?" The knight shrugged his shoulders and replied as a matter of course: "The Tower of the **Division." ＂