Chapter 36: Isolation from the Ice (Part II)

An hour later, on a cliff near the Royal Palace of Iceland.

Tristan slashed a sword and pointed it at Bediwell's throat.

The werewolf boy raised his sword to block, used the smooth surface of the ice sword to unload the opponent's attack, squatted down by himself, and stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen with his sword!

Seeing that the attack was blocked, the fish-man boy slashed with a backhand, forcing Bediwell, who was attacking, to roll and dodge.

But the werewolf boy wasn't easy to mess with, and he slashed at Tristan's calf as he rolled.

With the force of the rotation, the sword slashed diagonally towards Tristan's lower abdomen. The fish-man boy had to jump to dodge, and at the same time he jumped to protect himself, so he made a preemptive strike and slashed down with a sword!

The half-rolled werewolf boy stepped on the ground with one foot, used this as a fulcrum, and then used his sword to prop it on the ground, drawing half an arc throughout his body, and easily dodging the opponent's attack. After shaking off his opponent's attack, he instantly stabbed back!

The ice sword stabbed out in a straight line, fast and ruthless, and there was no way to avoid it! It stabbed at the shoulder of the fish-man boy, and it shattered in an instant before it could see blood, and no one was injured. Tristan attached the command [Shatter on touch] to the ice sword as a security measure - after all, they were just practicing, not fighting for their lives.

"Whew, whew, whew. Bediwell dropped the hilt of his sword and panted, "That's 99-99." No, let me rest for a while. "No, let's do it again," Tristan gasped as well, but he refused to admit defeat, "The competition always has to be won or lost, right?" "No, that's enough, there are so many games that we don't have to win, and it proves that we are about the same strength." Next time, let's divide the winners. The werewolf boy was worried that if he continued to fight, he would hurt his anger, "I should go back, Arthur, they are about to start worrying." "No, no, I'm going to decide the winner!!" shouted the fish-man boy as he rolled on the ground, dancing his hands.

"Don't be willful, your family-" Bedeville was only halfway through his refusal, his body suddenly involuntarily became motivated, and his mouth said: "Okay, okay, again-" The fish-man boy was stunned and looked at Bedeville in disappointment: "I'm sorry, did I do it to you again" "What?" Bedeville came back to his senses, and couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust in his heart: "You, what did you just do to me?!You hypnotized me?!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I can't control my liliang yet, and when I speak, I accidentally hypnotize the other person. Tristan said aggrievedly.

"Wait a minute. I just told you so many things about yourself, you are hypnotizing me, let me say it?!How can you do this!!" The werewolf boy was furious, and he felt a sense of shame that his privacy was looked at, as if he was forced by hypnotism to strip off his clothes so that the other party could see enough. Being so violated in privacy that even the grumpy Haode Beddeville is going to be angry!

"I'm sorry. I was just asking, but you said it, and your story was so interesting, I was fascinated by it, and I unconsciously asked more and more—" The fish-man boy whispered.

"You brat!!!" Bediwell yelled angrily. But soon he suppressed his anger, he looked at the fish-man boy, sighed, and asked, "Did you really not mean it?" "Really not. I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!!" Tristan knelt down and frequently daoqian.

Bediwell could not see the slightest hint of falsehood in the other party's eyes, only pure guilt.

"Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. But don't have a next time!" Bediwell said helplessly.

"Yes, yes, I promise. The fish-man boy was delighted, "It's great that you can forgive me!" If you say anything casually, people will obey you*, don't you want the wind to be rainy?" Bediwell looked the fish-man boy up and down.

(*Note: Bediwell does not have a deep understanding of hypnosis.) In fact, the hypnotist emits hypnotic photons in the environment, and speaking is only one of the sufficient and non-necessary conditions for initiating hypnosis. During his communication with Tristan, he has been under the influence of hypnotism, and the suggestion is: [Follow Tristan's orders.] Not at all. The fish-man boy showed a lonely expression, "Everyone has followed me since I was a child, and they will do whatever I say." They only do what I tell because of who I am or because of my hypnotic powers, and no one really does anything because they agree with me. At the end of the day, I'm just a useless waste who can't do anything, and everyone else does everything for me. What's the big deal about that. Bediwell looked at Tristan for a moment, and then he let out a long sigh, "Well, you're just like me." When my people are exterminated, I can't do anything. Grandpa's village was looted by the Vicious Fangs, and I couldn't do anything. While Arthur was fighting, I could only watch from the sidelines, and I couldn't do anything. At the end of the day, I'm a useless piece of waste.

But Arthur also said that weakness is not terrible, it is enough to work hard to become strong. So, don't hang your head there, take out some backbone. "Bedi—" The werewolf boy said with a serious expression, "We're friends, aren't we? not because of your hypnosis, but because we've really made friends." You didn't say you wanted me to be your friend, but I already consider you a friend. Is this also your false delusion?" "No, it's not. The fish-man boy smiled, "Xiexie, Beddyville." You really are my friend, my first true friend. "Well, seeing that you are so pitiful, I made an exception for you to be my friend. The werewolf boy laughed.

"Stupid, you are pitiful!" said the fish-man boy with a red face.

"Shall we go back, then?" said Bediwell, "and don't worry the others. "Hmm!" Tristan replied with a smile.

Before leaving, the fish-man boy turned his head to look at the edelweiss garden on the cliff and whispered, "See, Dad." I've made friends. The sea breeze was blowing, and the edelweiss on the flower fields were rolling like snow-white waves, as if in response to the boy's words.

Beneath that edelweiss was an ancient stele engraved with a line of words that were still faintly visible:

The greatest Peking hero in history, Victor Tristan, died at the age of seventy-six. Beloved wife ??? Li, 5??A.D.

Some of the weathered stone monuments have long been unrecognizable, and only on this cliff, they tell the vicissitudes of history.