1:389 Preparing for War in the Dark Night (3)

On the way back, Bedwell couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Pavre, are you really not angry with me?" "Angry?" "You know about your father, we killed your father in Rome," Bedeville muttered, afraid that the inappropriate tone would anger the Elephant Man.

"Father? Father, bad guy. Paffer replied briefly, "It hurts to experiment with me." It's best to be dead. Bedi only understands a rough idea. He followed Pavour with a puzzled look on his face.

When the elephant man saw that he could not explain clearly, he took off his shirt. His upper body was covered with more scars, and those wounds were terrifyingly large, except for the marks of knife wounds, but more from the slap-sized stakes of punctures.

The werewolf boy swallowed. Could it be that Pavre's father made it all up?

"Father, study anesthetics. I, the experiment. Pavor said with a nonchalant face, as if it was none of his business.

The forbidden medicine used by the elephant Terrans, the hero's medicine, is an anesthetic that can cause people to fight frantically. The drug was originally clinically tested on the young elephant man.

The crazy pharmacist was able to make his son look like this for the sake of experimentation.

There really is anyone on this shijie.。

Upon returning to Pavher's house, Bedi saw Patriarch Tutan talking to Albert, who was speaking so seriously that he seemed to be talking about something important.

Paphra grabbed Bediwell: "Don't disturb. "Got it. The werewolf boy leaned his back against the outer wall of the treehouse, waiting for El to finish.

After about half an hour, the patriarch came out of the house, just in time to catch a glimpse of Bediwell: "Oh, are you waiting here?--how did you turn green?" Bedivel glared viciously at Pavor on the side: "Side effects--Is Albert okay? What's going on?" Huhu, ask him yourself. Tutan sneered.

At this time, a thunderclap exploded, and it rained again in the sky. It's incredible how much rain can come in winter. It's as if the rainwater that has been pumped out for several years during the dry season has to be returned all at once.

Tutan snorted and was about to leave, but Bedivel hurriedly called out to the Elephant Man Patriarch: "Patriarch, I want to ask, is there any way to meet with the patriarch of the White Bear Ya Tribe?"

"No way. Tutan shook his head and said, "Since the last patriarch of the White Bear People was killed, those poor fellows have been kept in captivity by the foxes. You can't see them. "Circle, captivity?!" "The character of the white bears is so honest, and there are not many clansmen, so they can't resist if they are arrested and locked up." "They live like a herd of animals in a fox man's research institute." The cubs that were born were either sold as slaves or used for research. That's why I say that foxes don't have humanity. Bediwell's heart sank again. He didn't know much about the White Bears, and the only one he knew was his brother Papalov. His feelings for his brother were subconsciously reflected on the White Bear Terran, so that he could not ignore these bears.

Tutan instantly saw through the werewolf boy's thoughts, and immediately shook his head and said, "Hurry up and give up this dangerous idea." You can't save those white bears. They are under the control of the foxes, and they are long gone—the weak only deserve to be enslaved, you know?—I should also go, in order not to let my clan be enslaved, it is time to get down to business. The "Patriarch" Bediwell was about to say something, but Tutan had already turned away from him.

"War. Paver said.

Tutan had returned to the village because of the timely rain, and it was time for him to go to the front line to command the army. Bedi's persuasion seemed to be useless: nothing changed except to increase the patriarch's favor with him.

Bedeville entered the room in a heavy mood and saw Albert busily applying strange blue paint to himself. Is that supposed to be some kind of ceremonial livery ?

"Bedi, you're here, help me paint it on my back. Albert grinned stupidly.

"What is this doing?" "Prepare for tomorrow's bar mitzvah." Patriarch Tutan also said that I was able to hunt the Lord of the Swamp, and that I was already a qualified elephant man, and they were glad to accept me into their clan. The tigerman's eyes were shining, and he seemed serious.

"You're a tiger man, not an elephant man," Bediwell disagreed, "and since you've overcome [hemophobia], you should have no problem going back to the Tooth Clan's village now." "Don't. Albert was stubborn, "Daddy has abandoned me." Even if he says he wants me to go back now, I will never go back. I don't have a home to go back to, Bedi. Now you can only go anywhere. "It's weird. Just because he was abandoned, is he going to wag his tail and beg to send someone under the fence now?! Al has obviously changed, and he obviously has a more choice.

Patriarch Robol had not said that he would abandon El himself. It's all that damn fox messing around. Albert could have gone home, been accepted by his father, and live his life-

How foolish it is to give up the happiness that you should have because of a momentary whim.

Seeing that Albert had made up his mind, Bediwell could not say more, so he went over to help Al and applied paint to the tiger's exposed back.

With a heavy heart, silently support my friend's decision.

Afternoon.

"Ha, ha, ha. Arthur panted and teleported back to the cemetery. This time the challenge failed.

The Throne of Denial, the Holy Spirit, negates everything about shijie. That is, the ability to directly reverse the law of cause and effect, to completely nullify all the harm done to the Holy Spirit, to become [never happened].

Therefore, it is simply impossible to hurt the Holy Spirit.

Even if the power of the king's sheath is used to remove the Holy Spirit's [Dharma] for a while, after the effect of the Dharma-breaker, the Holy Spirit will still return to its original state, as if it had never happened.

The gods who can negate the damage can't be killed. Slashing it tens of thousands of times with a sword was a complete waste of time.

"Arthur, are you alright?" Greenwiel asked, picking up the knight, "if this Holy Spirit is really so difficult to deal with, leave it alone for now." Let's go back and rest first, and then come up with a good solution. "That's all there is to it. But Arthur was still unconvinced: "King Arthur, this is different from what you said!? You clearly said-" "The Holy Spirit is also constantly evolving, and it is not surprising that after so many years, it has developed new abilities. King Osser's spirituality said.

Arthur looked at King Othur suspiciously. This guy, the strategy of the [Seat of Command] given last time is already very imperfect, and the true face of the seat of Command is actually a knight hiding among the giant puppeteers. If Arthur hadn't survived that crisis with his bravery and ingenuity, he would have been killed by King Arthur's misintelligence!

This time is also very dangerous. There is a time limit for subspace teleportation, and it was the time limit that saved Arthur and pulled him back to the Avalonian Pure Land from the unbeatable [Seat of Negation]. If it had been a few seconds later, the sword in the hand of the Seat of Denial would have pierced Arthur's heart!

Arthur looked at King Aoser's spirituality in confusion. Spirituality is the body of thought composed of the good intentions of man, and according to King Osser, spirituality does not lie or harm others.

Now, even this one is starting to look very suspicious.

Arthur no longer knew whether to trust King Othur.