Chapter 1043: Hunting in the Sand Sea (XVII)

"Damn! don't try to escape!!" Bediwell shouted, but the figure of the hunchbacked man had long since disappeared without a trace, and he probably had already escaped!

The onion-scented dust from the smoke bombs made the werewolf's nose sneeze unobediently, and Bediwell had to cover his nose and try not to breathe in the pungent smoke as much as possible, hoping that the damn white smoke would dissipate!

However, letting the Sword Saint Ark escape seems to have become a matter of decision, and it is irretrievable. This old guy is cautious, and even the smoke bombs are ready, and it is estimated that he will erase all the traces for himself along the escape route, so that no one can trace it!

The first thing Bediville did before the white smoke cleared was to raise his whip and lay a stumbling trap at the mouth of the cave.

Sure enough, two fools were tricked.

The white smoke dissipated completely, and after a cough, Bediwell also wrapped his whip around the feet of the two thief brothers, dragging the two little boys in his direction.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem—stinky boy!" the werewolf choked with tears from the smoke and at the same time became angry: "Don't run! I have a lot to ask you!" "Uh-huh!" "No!" The two imps hugged each other and shivered.

"Monsieur Bedeville, watch the time!" Segrade looked out of the cave worriedly. It can be easily judged from the height of the sun that it is about two o'clock in the afternoon, and it is almost time for the sand boat to leave the port.

"I know!" the werewolf whipped around the two thieves. He originally had a lot of things to question these two boys, but time was short, and it was inconvenient to stay here for a long time, so he wanted to lock these two little ghosts up first, and then take the time to interrogate them.

"If you don't want to die, answer me honestly," the werewolf glared at the two thieves, "Do you have any comrades?" The two Egyptian boys shook their heads, and there was no hypocrisy in their eyes.

"Very well, which means that no one will come back to you, and it will save me the time to send you to the police station. Werewolf said with a sinister smile. He didn't want to send the two thieves to the police station, the police station in Egypt was too unreliable to guard the two thieves. When Bediwell went to the police station to look for them, they were either killed by the police or had escaped from prison, and the werewolf couldn't say anything he wanted to ask.

The information in the mouths of these two boys is too important, rather than leaving it to the police to guard, it is better for Bediville to find a way to imprison them and interrogate them slowly when he has time.

Anyway, the old ghost seems to have said something like "house" just now......

Bediwell looked deeper into the cavern, where there was a dilapidated house made of iron sheets. I can't say how good this thing is for people, but it's better than being out in the sun and rain.

The werewolf walked over and kicked open the door of the house, and a foul smell came over his face. The house was stocked with a large amount of supplies, mostly bread and other dry food, but they were clearly expired and had a faint stench. Still, these poor Egyptians, who are accustomed to junk food, can still eat, and with these supplies, they will not starve to death even if they keep the two imps here for a month.

Bediwell rummaged through the room and found several thick and strong hemp ropes. Use this to tie up the imps and lock them up in the house. He made up his mind and ran out of the house.

"Pants, pants!" Elaine had already retrieved his pants and happily put them on. Segrad also recovered Bediwell's daggers, and they got back what they had stolen.

"I would have a lot more to ask you. Bediwell glared at the two little boys, and began to tie their hands and feet with thick hemp ropes: "But I'm in a hurry, so I'll lock you up first." "No! don't!" "Help! there's a perverted uncle here!" the two stinky imps began to cry out for help. But this is an underground cavern made of sandstone, not only is it very soundproof, but it is also located in the deepest part of the slum, the most hidden corner of the city, and the thieves will not be saved even if they break their throats.

In an instant, the werewolf tied up the two stinky imps back to back with a rope, so that their four arms and legs were intertwined with each other in a ten-twisted form, and the hemp rope was used to restrict each other's movement space. In this way, if one of them tries to break free, the other will suffer unspeakable pain, and they will limit the other's movement in the midst of each other's struggles, and as a result, neither of them can escape. Still, if they cooperate with each other and move slowly, there may be some room for movement.

Bediwell picked up the two young men with one hand, threw them into the tin house, and threw all kinds of bread on the ground: "Lock you up here first, and I will come back to-morrow." There is food here, and you will not starve to death. Good bye. "No! don't leave us behind!" "Help! please!" the thief brothers struggled even harder, and at the same time they were tied tighter by the ropes because of each other's struggles, and they were in a lot of pain.

"Hmph. Without saying a word, the werewolf closed the door of the tin house, and at the same time locked it with the tenon. In this way, even if the two thief brothers had a falling out in the house, as long as their hands and feet were still tied, it would be absolutely impossible for them to escape from the house.

"Mr. Bediwell, meow. Segrade tapped his arm and made a watch gesture to remind the werewolf of the time.

"I know! let's go!" the werewolf packed up his things and prepared to leave immediately.

"Those two children are so good, so pitiful...... Elaine was a little worried.

"They can't die, and I guess when we come back tomorrow, they'll still be alive. The werewolf said ruthlessly, running out of the cave.

He pulled the whip of the turtle's tongue, knocked off the stones next to the entrance of the cave, and sealed the entrance with dozens of large stones. In this way, even if the two children were able to break free from the rope, with their strength they would never be able to carry the stones to escape the cave, and no one else would be able to easily discover the cave hidden behind the rocks from the outside, and it was perfectly arranged.

Or rather, as long as the Sword Saint Ark doesn't come back to save those two boys, the plan is perfect. And the werewolf didn't think that the bad old man would risk coming back, after all, these two imps were just tools to be used up and discarded.

Ten minutes later, the trio finally arrived in time for the sand port in Zval. The merchant ships set sail with their horns blaring, ready to go.

"Wow, you guys...... Kana was surprised to see that Bediwell and his party had washed cleanly, "Gone to take a bath?" Bediwell quipped, "Because some imps can't concentrate on fighting without washing the important parts." "Bey, Bediwell!" "Monsieur Bediwell!" Segrade and Elaine shouted at the same time, blushing.

"Whew. Bediwell's remarks made Kana scoff: "You have a good relationship. Alright, get ready, the ship is about to leave!" "Are you sure we won't run into Moby Dick again on our way back to Cairo?" asked Bediwell tentatively.

"Let me think about it...... Kana put her cheeks in thought: "We have only brought a small amount of Zvar souvenirs with us, and there is no meat in the sand boat, let alone canned fish. So, the sharks shouldn't be chasing too hard?" The escort of the merchant ship was full of suspicions, and Bediwell had already seen it, but he didn't bother to expose it.

"See you again, my friend!" said Solal as he walked behind Bediwell, presumably returning from the merchant ship upon hearing the summons.

This guy was exactly the same as when he got off the boat before, that is, he was covered in blood and dirty. Apparently he didn't love cleanliness as much as Bediville's party, and probably didn't know that he could bathe in the sand for free. ...... It was also clear that he did not receive any additional bounties from the caravan.

"Can't you at least wash your face with water?" asked Bediwell, puzzled, handing over a camelskin water bag with water, "Here, there's still a little water here, use it up, don't thank me." "It was supposed to be bought by him on his way back, and he planned to rehydrate on the way back. He had already drunk most of it with Elaine and the others, and there was only a little water left in the water bag.

"Is it really possible?" said Solal looking at the werewolf incredulously.

"Stupid, water is not scarce after returning to Cairo, what do you cherish?" said the werewolf disapprovingly.

"Okay. Anyway thank you, my friend. Solal carefully poured out the water, half to wash his face and half to moisten his dry throat: "Ah, that's good! Solal handed the empty hydration bag back to the werewolf and turned to himself, intending to go over and chat with the other human hunters.

"Solar. The werewolf deliberately kept the demon swordsman: "It's rare to meet here, it's fate (karma), let's talk a little more - or do you have to talk to those human buddies?" "Uh...... There is no such thing. Solal couldn't help but be at a loss: he was still ostracized by Bediwell before, and he felt that he couldn't get together with the werewolves, but he didn't expect Bediwell's attitude to change three hundred and sixty degrees, which was really confusing.

"Then it would be better to be respectful, my friend. Soral stopped, not going over to join the group of human hunters.

Bediwell, on the other hand, kept his face calm, glancing warily at the human hunters from time to time.

Something is telling Sù Bedivir, the human hunters, except for Solar, know something.