Chapter 1082: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (4)

The werewolf cautiously reached into the dark and dilapidated room, stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous stone slab, lifted the hidden switch under the stone slab, and jumped through the open hole.

"It stinks!" Arthur complained as he jumped into the hidden underground cavern, "What does this smell like......? Bediwell endured the foul smell of the cavern, and walked to the tin house in the depths of the cave with a torch: "Yo, stinky boys, are you still alive?" When he casually opened the door of the tin house, he was greeted by a surprise attack that almost killed him.

A young thief lunged out of the room desperately, taking the broken glass shard in his hand, and attacked Bediville!

"Wow!" the werewolf leaned back, avoiding the boy's sneak attack. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise the sharp glass shards in the opponent's hands would have cut Bediwell's throat!

The boy failed to sneak up and immediately fell weakly.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Bediwell was shocked, taking a step back to observe the situation.

I saw that there was no one in the tin house. The rope that had bound the two thieves was broken, and one of them had already escaped, leaving only the other imp to ambush Bediwell.

"I see. Arthur looked at the boy's unnaturally twisted left arm, and the bloodstained rope tied to the boy's feet, cut in half with glass, and stained with blood: "Do you want to dislocate your left hand so that you can make room to untie it?" "This guy deliberately injured his palm in order to let his brother escape, and used blood to wet the hemp rope that bound his footsteps... To make the rope easier to cut. The Knight King looked at the dying child's right palm again. The palm holding the glass shard was already bloody and fleshy, and the blood on it had congealed into lumps, and the glass shard was fixed to the palm by sticking: "So, he let his brother escape, but he didn't have the strength to run anymore, so he stayed here to ambush us...... "I almost let him get away with it. The werewolf walked over and carefully broke the boy's palm and threw away the shards of glass.

Unexpectedly, the teenager counterattacked again, slashing the side of Bediwell's neck with the bloody right palm. The boy probably thought that the shard of glass in his hand was still there—his hand was no longer sentient—and that he could kill Bediwell with the shard of glass that no longer existed: "Matt...... Run, run, don't let this...... Grab it, stinky guys!" "Stinky boy!" Bediwell grabbed the young man by the hair and lifted the other man up: "It's been a night of making you reflect on it, why are you still thieves! Tell me, where is your brother?!" "Woo...... The boy didn't answer, this time as if he was really in a coma. He was filled with the stench of blood, and he was locked in the room all night, with urine and urine all over his pants, and the dignity was almost impossible to look at.

"Put him down first, Bediwell. Arthur said in a calm tone, "Aren't you going to question this kid, if he dies, we won't be able to get the information we want." "Humph!" the werewolf threw the thief boy to the ground. He was almost killed by a sneak attack just now, and now he was still full of anger, and he was in no mood to save this dying teenager.

Arthur took off his head, revealing a crisp crop top. He took out a large medical kit from the compartment of his belt, startling Bedeville.

"Subspace magic. The Knight King smiled and opened the medical box, which was taken out of a subspace storage bag in his belt, "Now, either come and help me change this child's clothes, or come and put a bandage on his wound, you choose one." "Oh!" the werewolf looked at the boy's dirty crotch, "this filthy work can't be left to Arthur! Arthur had already picked up the boy's left arm and skilfully retrieved the dislocated arm.

Ten minutes later.

A drop of water fell from the sky and dripped on the corner of the thief boy's mouth.

"Uh......h The boy groaned under his breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's so bitter......," he grumbled as soon as he woke up.

"This is a highly concentrated potion of multivitamins that is good for your body. King Arthur whispered.

"Wow!" Unexpectedly, as soon as the thief boy woke up, he immediately jumped up from the ground and wanted to escape.

"Uhhhhh

"Weak like this, still want to escape?" The werewolf just finished washing the dirt on the boy's body with water, and put Arthur's cloak over the thief boy like a quilt: "Be honest. We are not bad people and will not harm you. "Yesterday [also] tied me up with Matt and locked up for the night...... The Egyptian boy complained in his unintelligible English.

"Oh, what's wrong with keeping the thief in lockdown?" Bediwell looked unhappy: "Or is it better to send you to the police station?" "No! don't go to the police station!" The thief boy said in a panic, "(The friends who went there) never came back!" "Human traffickers." Arthur lowered his voice and explained to Bedeville: "Homeless people like this can't get out of the police station as long as they enter the police station, and are usually secretly transported away and sent to be slaves. "Jiu, Jiut, don't be a slave!" The thief boy exclaimed, "Don't send (me) to the (police station)!" "Then you will obediently tell all the information about the Sword Saint Ark!" The werewolf waited for the little ghost to look: "When did Yak appear here?Why did he appear here??What is your relationship with Ark?!" "Uncle......" The young man named Jiut had a puzzle on his face: "Uncle is uncle...... A long time ago (all the time). Bediwell was confused when he heard this: "What do you mean?" (a long time ago) is a long time ago. The thief's English was so bad that it was hard to understand: "There used to be a lot of people here... Everyone brought what they had stolen (to the uncle) in exchange for food...... But somehow (there are fewer and fewer people)...... It was just me and Matt. Arthur learned the truth of the matter from the boy's confession. This was supposed to be the gathering place of a gang of teenage thieves, and Arthur, the Swordmaster, was the leader or agent of the bandits. He harvested the stolen goods from the teenagers and exchanged them for grain to keep the thieves. But the law and order situation in Zwar is getting worse and worse, and the police are cracking down on them with a corresponding increase. I'm afraid that the thieves and teenagers who wandered Lang were caught one after another and sent to be slaves.

In the end, this boy was left - perhaps the most astute, cautious, and quickest escaped boy in the bandof thieves, and so he survived to this point. But this qiē is no longer important.

"You work for that uncle, but you don't know where he came from?" asked Bediwell, puzzled.

"Hmm...... First of all, Nakru said that there was an uncle here (who could trade swag for food...... And then everybody came. Gyut struggled to recall: "It's more filling than stealing food (directly)... So everybody is coming. "And Ark, presumably, sent the stolen goods from the teenagers to the black market for money, and then bought back food to help these stray children—Arthur thought to himself.

"Uncle first (when he appeared)... I think about it, it must have been ten years ago? If it was earlier, Jiute was not sensible, I don't know...... Bediwell shook his head and sighed, "It's pure Lang time-consuming. Let's take this kid to the police. Gyut shouted in a panic: "No! don't, please!!" "Zval has no place for you street boys!, that uncle won't bring you food anymore!" The werewolf glared at the boy coldly: "So, what are you going to do? Do you want to hide in this cave until you starve to death?" "I don't care!" Gyut waved his hands and feet in protest: "There is food here! Bediwell wanted to give the stinky little imp a slap in the face, but he held back. God knows. Bediwell is not obligated to take care of such wandering children, they like to die, so let them die.

"Whew. The Knight King stood up with a smile and looked at the young man from above: "Boy, it's also a good choice for you to like to self-destruct here." But I can send you to an orphanage in Great Britain, where you will have three meals a day, clean clothes and beds, and desserts and small gifts for the holidays. The only condition is that you have to be an honest person and you are not allowed to steal anything in the future. Is that okay?" At that moment, the thief boy's face showed hesitation.

Bedeville looked at the Knight King helplessly: "Arthur, you really don't need to take care of this kind of scum...... Unexpectedly, Arthur gave the werewolf a blank look: "I don't care what the situation in Egypt is." But Great Britain was not so poor that it could not even afford to support such a child. The thief boy was stunned again, tears suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he said stubbornly: "No...... "What?" "Matt hasn't come back [yet]...... (I'm) going to wait here for (Matt)!"

"Your brother?" Bediwell couldn't help but sneer in disgust, "You twisted your arms, and finally untied the rope and let him escape." What about him? He left you here all day, and he didn't even bother to come back to see you!Is this guy worth the wait?" Matt ...... He won't! He's just scared ......!" Gyut tried to defend his brother, "He's just, something's happened—" Just then, something fell from the entrance of this secret underground cavern.

"Arthur!" the werewolf felt only an astonishing rush of murderous intent, and a smell of blood, which was almost suffocating.

He exclaimed in surprise and turned around to take a look, only to see that what had fallen into the cave was an ugly and inexplicable monster: a desert shark oozing blood all over its body!

"Long ...... Special............ The inhuman thing whispered from the depths of its throat that was unrecognizable.