Chapter 1917: Lionheart Bloodline (4)

Late at night, Arthur returns to the backyard of a small inn in Penzance Port.

Wow!ho!

All he could hear was the sound of a sword swinging.

It stands to reason that no one would have fought in the backyard of a hotel in the middle of the night, and even if there were, it would not have been left unattended. Therefore, Arthur did not see the truth and immediately came to the conclusion that it was Beddivi who was doing something.

Sure enough, the big white wolf was wielding the silver sword in his mouth in the open space in the backyard, playing the sword vigorously.

Wild wolves generally do not engage in this kind of behavior, and those who will play with their mouths and swords must be warrior wolves with strict combat training. Because of this, the people of the inn did not dare to stop Bediwell when they saw him practicing swords here, for fear of being cut by Bediwell. And Arthur had indeed paid a large sum of money to rent a room in the inn, and had informed the innkeeper in advance that the great white wolf was his companion. The people in the inn thought that Arthur was a noble son from out of town, and they certainly didn't dare to mess with Arthur's pet wolf.

That's what it looks like now.

The scene of the big white wolf wielding its sword and practicing its dance under the moonlight is fantastical and surreal.

"Hey, late at night, you're still so enthusiastic about martial arts?" said Arthur as he walked over.

"Wang!" Bediwell replied to Arthur, stabbing his sword into the dirt. There was no one around, and Bediwell should have been able to speak freely, but he still refused to speak, perhaps because he was afraid that the wall would have ears.

Arthur didn't care about the overly nervous Bedeville, and continued: "I have already negotiated terms with Admiral Penzance. To-morrow early we will set out to Plymouth to meet the lord over there. The lords of Plymouth are also said to be unhappy with the war, and perhaps we can get their support. ＂

"Wang?" Bediwell tilted his head to look at Arthur.

He couldn't understand what Arthur was saying [with the support of the lord]. He had never entered Admiral Penzance's castle in the first place (he was closed because he was a wolf), so he had not heard the conversation between Arthur and Duke Penzance, let alone the ins and outs. Now Arthur suddenly said something about the Duke of Plymouth, and Beddie was clearly confused.

"Anyway, let's find more supporters, and finally unite the anti-war forces in England to stop this senseless war. Arthur said briefly, "Don't worry, Bedi. In the near future, peace will surely come. Then we can take Greenwiel back. ＂

"Whew. Bediwell did not listen to Arthur's ramblings, but took the silver sword from the ground, slipped it into the scabbard he was carrying on his back, and then turned back to the inn.

"What's the matter, aren't you upset?" Arthur followed, muttering as he did, "Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking. If you don't speak, who will know your opinion?"

"Whew. You're talking to a wolf? However, before Arthur could enter the hotel, a voice suddenly rang out next to him, almost startling Arthur.

"Is that you?" Arthur glanced at the girl hiding in the shadows. The girl's black tight-fitting leather coat made her almost perfect blend in with the night. Even the leather on the leather coat has been specially treated with matting, and it almost does not reflect the slightest light in the moonlight, which is more conducive to the sneaking of the girl.

"Aren't you done with your mission to protect me along the way?, why don't you go back to the ivory tower?" Arthur said a little bored when he saw Bayuretta hiding there.

"My mission is to [protect you along the way], including but not limited to protecting you from the shrine-smaiden's residence back to Penzance. But the girl said, "As for how long I will protect you, it depends on the people on the other side of the ivory tower to decide." I've already sent them a letter and I'm just waiting for their reply. Do you think I really want to follow you all the way? ＂

"Tsk. Arthur smacked his lips: "The last thing I need here is a witch." You're going to get me in trouble. I don't want to be told that I'm in the company of witches. Wouldn't it be terrible for me if the inquisitors of the Holy See came to my door?"

"You don't have to worry about that, because I'm not a witch at all, I'm just a secret agent. Beyretta replied.

"Oh, you're not a witch, what the hell are the spells you used in the previous battles? Can a normal person bounce in mid-air and stick to a wall?"

"That's all the credit of the Demon Dao Weapon, to put it bluntly, it's all about the equipment. Beyureta shrugged, "Didn't even you rely on that magic sword when you fought." It's also a magic weapon, and it's a dangerous thing with its own magic furnace. If I use a magic weapon to be easily targeted by the Inquisitor, you can be easily targeted if you use a magic sword. Let's do both. ＂

"I wouldn't let the Seraph's sword come out of its sheath under normal circumstances. Arthur said.

"That's fine, I wouldn't use my magic weapon under normal circumstances. The girl also replied, "And the effect of my magic weapon is hidden, even if you use it, you won't have a problem if you don't see it for sure." ＂

"Whatever you want," Arthur didn't bother to reason with Bayureta, and he walked into the hotel, "Anyway, stay away from me, don't trouble me." If you cause me trouble, I'll seriously consider getting rid of you. So be it, good night. ＂

Beyuretta seemed to want to say something, but Arthur graciously left her behind and hurried away. When he returned to his room, the first thing Arthur had to do was lock the doors and windows.

"Hey. Then he lay on the bed and sighed: "I'm annoyed, there's another stalker." ＂

"Still a woman. Bediwell sat on the sidelines, scratching at the itch with the paws of his hind feet. Bediwell, who has turned into a big white wolf, is full of wolf even his usual movements: "I'm annoyed, and now I have fewer and fewer opportunities to speak." ＂

"Why don't you just talk to that woman and scare her?" Arthur teased.

"I'll talk about it when I have a chance. Bediwell jumped onto the large wooden table in the room and prostrateged: "I don't know what camp she belongs to now, and it is even more disadvantageous to casually reveal my identity." What if the mages of the ivory tower are also hostile to the demons?"

"In this world, they themselves are a bunch of demons who will be hunted by the Holy See. Arthur couldn't help but smile contemptuously, "But I'm quite surprised." The mages of this world even have ivory towers, avoiding the hunt of the Holy See. History is always strikingly similar. ＂

"Definitely. Bediwell said, already warming himself with his large, furry wolf tail.

"Do you want a blanket?" asked Arthur, "and you won't catch a cold when you sleep like this?"

"I'm a demon, Arthur. Bediwell couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "Demons won't catch a cold. ＂

"It's hard to say about that kind of thing. Arthur still emphasized.

"It's going to have to be early tomorrow, isn't it?" Bediwell was already in a hurry to end the conversation: "Good night, Arthur. ＂

"Okay, okay. Arthur replied a little angrily, "Sleep your sleep, you stupid wolf." ＂

After another moment. There was a faint snoring of a great white wolf in the room, and Bediwell was probably really tired and had fallen into a deep sleep at the moment.

It was Arthur, who tossed and turned in bed, unable to close his eyes. Ever since he came to this other world nine hundred years later, there were many things he couldn't figure out. He knows nothing about this world, and while exploring this world with a vague fear, he also discovers that this world is full of various conspiracies.

For example, the young man's body he occupies now obviously has the original owner. But where did its original owner go? This is a terrifying and shocking mystery.

Intuition tells Arthur that in order for the world's series of events to come to an end, he must find a way to solve the mysteries.

Only when all the mysteries are solved, when he gets his first glimpse of the reality of this world, will the journey of this world come to an end.

Knock------ knock------knock------!

The bell began to ring. The voice was like a death knell, full of ominousness.

The sound came from far away, what seemed to be from inside some kind of building, vague and real, mingling with the midnight fog and lingering in the air.

Awakened by the bell, Arthur climbed out of bed and looked out the window.

In the darkness that was close to reaching out to the fingers, in the gray mist that reflected the moonlight, Arthur could faintly see a red outline, the outline of a building. The bell rang from that direction.

The peculiar silhouette of a tower, Arthur remembered.

That building is the [Warrior's Grave].

The moment he saw the warrior's grave, something seemed to come out of Arthur's head.

It was, a surging, frenzied memory.

Thousands of mixed images and sounds poured out wildly, not giving the teenager a chance to breathe at all!

"Whew!" Arthur leaned against the window with a headache, feeling like his head was about to explode!

However, the thousands of chaotic images and sounds gradually became occupied by other clearer fragments of memory, and a seemingly nonexistent memory began to appear before Arthur's eyes.

Juvenile. Cornfield. Black death.

Everyone was sick and died, and the plague was so terrible.

The people were terrified and burned everything that was contaminated with evil. The corpses were piled up in mountains and burned by firewood, the stench was stinking, and black smoke rose into the sky.

The country is in the hands of evil. You have to get out.

Therefore, they let him, who had not yet been contaminated with this evil, flee.

Turn your back on your homeland, turn your back on your origins, turn your back on everything.

Just, to survive.

However, the war did not stop because of this, and the kingdom tainted by evil has been controlled by the devil and is out of control. Its erosion will continue to spread, like human ambition, until it swallows the world.

The boy felt powerless because he was just a weak teenager who was defenseless, had no power, and didn't have the will to reverse it all.

He could only pray to Heaven that the madness of the world would stop.

He had nothing to do and had never had everything, so he had to give everything he had, even his soul.

Just to fulfill their only wish.

He was kind, he was lucky that there were gods in his world who were willing to listen to his prayers.

[Your wish has been granted].

A bright light fell from the sky, and white light fell on the wheat field, along with the holy sword given by God.

With this light, the young man's soul slowly floated up, was taken away, and was taken to the heavenly paradise.

At the same time, what remained on the ground was an empty shell without a soul. This empty shell became the key to fulfilling the boy's wishes.

Because, the former king, came down here.

"Uhh------------------------------h

Arthur, who was in a state of despair, let out a terrible scream.

A black raven shadow also hurried through the window and landed in the room.

"Your Majesty!" exclaimed Merlin.

"Uhhhh------h

"Oops...... "The crow's shadow couldn't take care of that much because the situation was so urgent, and it spread its wings wide and released something like a black hole in the middle of the room.

"What?" Bediwell woke up at this time.

Whoosh------! everyone present, or the light souls of these people, were instantly sucked away by the black hole.

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