1:363 Disclosure in the Dark Realm (2)

The tiger boy Albert shuddered, and let out a white breath in the cold winter air.

He breathed a sigh of relief before continuing his words: "Pharaoh Ptolemy XXXI, when he saw that the plot to capture slaves had not succeeded, was furious. He can't extract profit from the living orcs, so he wants to squeeze the surplus value of their zuihou from the dead orcs. He has done something that is not tolerated, and we Vicious, Greek, and Romani will never forgive him. Never!――

The scum, he ordered the three thousand five hundred and seventy-two people to be stripped of their skins, and the furs of the orcs were sold as if they were wild beasts, and made money.

For the sake of profit, human beings can unscrupulously stripped each other naked and squeezed out, and even a drop of blood can be eaten.

This is a human being, Bedeville--this-is-human!" After hearing the other party's words, the werewolf boy Bedeville was shocked inexplicably.

How can the darkness of human beings be so deep, and how can the malice of human beings be so vicious! If you want to enslave innocent people, it is not enough to kill people, but also to peel off each other's skins and sell them for money?!

"What are you going to do if you don't send troops to conquer Egypt?" asked Bedeville, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Ten years ago, there was no consensus among the clans. There are a lot of things that can't be started. Moreover, casually sending troops to attack Egypt will only arouse the vigilance of mankind. Albert sneered, revealing his tiger-like teeth, "But, there's always a chance." It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. When our war with the Radiant Regions is over and the European countries are settled, we will definitely go to the Pharaoh to settle this old score. Just wait. "They mean it. Their hatred of humanity is as deep as the sea and can never be resolved. Humans and orcs must fight to the death until one completely annihilates the other.

Until ten minutes ago, Bediwell was still on the side of the humans, hoping that the orcs would look at the war rationally and not let the situation continue to deteriorate. Now, he was on the orc's side, and the anger in his heart had begun to block his eyes. He was as simple as a blank sheet of paper. The more simple it is, the easier it is to be dyed with other people's colors.

The tiger boy Albert looked at such Bedeville and showed a wry smile. He shrank below the surface of the water, as if to use the heat of the hot spring to drive away the coldness in his heart.

Late at night.

Arthur couldn't sleep at all.

The days in the Pure Land of Avalon are like illusions, ethereal and devoid of reality. Arthur didn't even feel the need to sleep.

He got out of bed and walked outside.

In the middle of the night, the apple grove that surrounded the cabin glowed with a faint golden glow, the excess light of photons.

The tree was not like an apple tree in the dust, for though it was full of ripe golden apples, none of them had fallen, and King Oshur persuaded Arthur and Greenway not to pick apples to eat.

But the apple was delicious, and Arthur, who woke up in the middle of the night, was overwhelmed by a feeling of greed—he approached the apple tree, intending to reach for it.

A stag ran by, striking the apple tree with his large forked horns, catching Arthur's attention.

When Arthur turned his head to look, the white deer had already jumped up and disappeared into the bushes.

"What are you doing, not sleeping so late?" came out Greenway, dressed in a light white veil to keep out the cold, looking like a goddess on this starless winter night.

There was a feeling of congestion gathering in Arthur's lower body, something Arthur had never encountered. He knew it was bad, so he quickly leaned down against the tree in order not to look foreign, "Oh, uh, I can't sleep, come and see these strange trees." "Do you want to eat these apples? Don't eat them!" King Othur said there was something wrong with these trees, and that apples might be poisonous. Greenwiel said nervously.

"There's a problem with this Avalonian Pure Land," Arthur retorted, "and I don't know where King Aohur got the ingredients from. The food was like he had conjured up out of thin air. Is it okay to eat that kind of stuff in your stomach?" Greenway looked impatient in the face of Arthur's questioning, "Magic is so profound and profound. Don't overthink it. Although, she doesn't think magic can conjure food out of thin air. That's completely against the laws of physics.

Arthur didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Greenway looked at the knight's black eyes, "It's okay, go back to sleep, isn't there a special training tomorrow?" "Greenway, what do you think about today's events?" Arthur asked in a low voice, "I'm really just a robot, am I soulless?" The girl had a hunch that the knight would have to ask this question sooner or later, and she didn't panic, but threw the pre-prepared answer to Arthur: "Arthur, no one can answer the question of whether you have a soul or not." But you are you, and as long as you feel that you are truly alive, then you are alive. "Whether he is alive or not, you have to ask his own heart.

The altar of Avalon is a machine at best, and it is ridiculous to use an icy machine to judge whether a person has a soul or not.

Arthur wasn't expecting an answer from Greenway. He knew very well that he was just trying to get relief from the girl. And he got it. Greenway was sometimes very gentle with him.

The knight smiled at the girl, "Xiexie, Greenway. I'm not going to dwell on it anymore. (Arthur's [troubles] were finally over, and he was secretly relieved.) "That's good. Go back to sleep. Greenway said. The moment Arthur smiled, she was struck by some special feeling. She had never seen Arthur smile at her, and she had never known that Arthur's smile could be so charming.

Originally, the cold, wooden-like knight was not handsome at all. He was short and clumsy, and anyone who didn't know him would think he was a mediocre person, a person who had been eliminated from the opposite sex.

But now Weishenme Greenway will see an irresistible charm in Arthur's face?

Looking at Greenway in a daze, Arthur looked puzzled: "Your face is very red, do you have a cold?" - don't say anything, hurry back to the house." He took the girl by the hand and walked into the house, not knowing at all that it was inappropriate. Greenwiel didn't break free of the other party, just quietly followed.

A pair of white eyes watched it all in the bushes.

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