Chapter 1521: Awakening in the Nightmare (15)

Ten minutes later, inside the [Britannica Battleship - Attack on the Palamidades], in King Arthur's bedchamber.

"So," Arthur was a little unhappy with being woken up in the middle of the night, and took a sip of black tea to try to suppress his anger back into his stomach, "Bedwell, you came to me late at night, what's the hurry?"

"Hmm...... The werewolf blushed and trembled, "You probably won't believe me when I say it, Arthur." But...... ＂

He swallowed, "I think, I found my son." ＂

Arthur frowned, and tried to adjust the position in his chair to make himself sit more comfortably: "Bedi, you once said that your wife and son are dead, and they died at the hands of monsters. The monster ...... It seems to be called [Snow Armor], if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes, yes, I know, I did. Bediwell sighed, "But I just saw it with that headband, and my son is not dead." There he is. ＂

"The Scouting Headband?" Arthur frowned again, "I heard that the headband seems to be broken?"

"Yes, indeed," explained Bediville awkwardly, "but the Holy Spirit emitted by the headband has not been completely destroyed, it has been sealed in a place called the world in the painting. When I fell asleep, I became the control of the Holy Spirit in the world in the painting, and then, in order to escape from that world, I fought with the Oriental Demon Dragon there. ＂

Arthur blinked, no comment, and listened quietly.

Then I controlled the Holy Spirit and escaped into a dark place. Then I saw my son. Bediwell went on to explain, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, with tears in his eyes: "I did see him, and he recognized me, my son! My lovely son! He called me Daddy! He had grown up a lot, but he was still the same cute little bit." He's alive, still alive in this world, waiting for me to find him!"

"Wait, calm down, Bediwell. Seeing that the werewolf youth was so excited, Arthur couldn't help but hand over a cup of tea: "Drink the tea first and calm down." ＂

"But...... ＂

Arthur glared at Bedeville.

"Okay...... The werewolf youth then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Arthur looked at Bedwell without emotion: "So, your claim is that you wore that headband to synchronize with the feeling of the Holy Spirit, and then entered a special subspace called the world in which the Holy Spirit was located, and defeated the guardians in that space...... Something like that, escaped. You escaped and were immediately teleported to your son, and your son recognized you as just a spirit who couldn't speak?"

Bedwell nodded vigorously, the tea still sliding down his throat, but the tea was so hot that he wanted to squirt it. However, he didn't want to offend King Arthur, so he swallowed the hot tea with all his might.

"Bediwell, I don't want to hit you, but what you said all this feels like a dream. Arthur looked the werewolf youth up and down.

Bediville looks terrible right now. The werewolf was almost naked, barely putting on a pair of pants because someone protested, and the werewolf slept hazy, with messy hair, eye sockets and a few eyelashes that were about to fall off. All in all, it was as if Bediwell was not waking up or even sleepwalking, and it was hard to compliment him on how credible his words were.

"I believe in you, Bediwell. Arthur, however, said.

"Arthur, you...... Trust me?"

"I believe in you. The Knight King shrugged his shoulders and repeated, "Although there is no logic in your words, and you look like you haven't woken up now, it is impossible to believe that what you have just experienced is not a dream. Although there is no evidence to prove your words, I will believe you. ＂

＂...... Really?" Even Bediwell himself didn't believe in himself very much, he had just been hot-headed and suddenly ran to talk to Arthur, and now thinking back on the content of what he said, he couldn't help but feel that his words were actually very stupid, neither reasonable nor logical, not much different from dream words.

"Bedi, you're one of my best friends in life. Arthur took a sip of tea and sighed, "You don't need a reason to trust a friend. If you still believe what you just said, then I will go back and believe those words, unconditionally. So what do you want to do with it? Do you want to continue to believe it, or do you want to erase it all as a dream? It's getting late, so make up your mind now. ＂

"I ...... I believe. Bediwell took a deep breath, "I believe my son is still alive. I'm willing to believe that. ＂

"Since you believe so—" Arthur said inducingly.

Bediwell's eyes sparkled, a radiance of hope: "Since I believe it, then, no matter how big the world is, no matter how difficult it is to find him, I will still find him one day." ＂

"Welcome to our club. Arthur smiled and held out his hand to Bediwell to shake hands, "This is what I've been waiting for, Bediwell." ＂

"Uh...... What?"

"You're motivated enough to go to the Round Table Trial now. The Knight King said happily, "Then you have this dream in your heart and do it for it." In order to find your most cherished family again, you have the most legitimate and strong dreams. Your dream will surely blossom and create a powerful Holy Spirit. And the day you become a Knights of the Round Table, I promise you that even if you use all the power of the Knights of the Round Table, I will help you find your son. I look forward to the day when your father and son will be reunited. ＂

"Hmm!" Bediwell, already in tears, reached out to shake the hand of the Knight King, "Thank you, Arthur. I'm going to be a knight of the Round Table, I'm going to find it—"

"Hey, don't say it. Arthur interrupted Bedeville: "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know anything about your son until you become a Knight of the Round Table, not even his name. You're one of my best friends, Beddyville. If I know your son's name, I'm afraid I can't help but want to help you track down your son's whereabouts, even if there is no such thing as the Round Table Trial. That's not going to work. I want you to be a Knight of the Round Table, and then we can help you find your son. I like to save the most anticipated things for last, Beddyville. ＂

"You're right, Arthur. I won't talk about my son again. We'll talk about that when I become a Knight of the Round Table. The werewolf shrugged and got up from his chair, "Okay, I have to go back and rest." There's a game tomorrow. ＂

"It's late, you can stay tonight. Arthur took another sip of tea: "I've ordered Cardor to arrange a bedroom for you." Go and rest in your bedroom. ＂

"Oh well. The werewolf boy then bid farewell to the Knight King and pushed the door open.

Arthur looked at Bediwell's departing figure with a worried expression.

At the same time, in the mansion of Prince Kai.

"That's the real Wang! Husky really saw Daddy Wang!" the canine boy tried his best to explain to his Uncle Evil Star, "That ghost-like thing must be Daddy Wang! He practiced his punch in front of Husky, it was the same Daddy Morning Exercise, it was exactly the same Wang!"

"Little ghost, I think you're sleepy......, aren't you?" Evil Star looked distrustful. After all, the probability of a spirit suddenly appearing in the bedroom, and it happened to be Husky's father, was really one in an astronomical number.

So, Xinghui Long persuaded in a low voice: "I know you miss your father very much, but it's not a way to jump up in the middle of the night like this and make trouble." Let's go to sleep, okay?"

"But!, but ......!" the canine boy still refused to stop there.

"And what do you want, little ghost?" "The star was already sleepy and couldn't stand it, as if he could get rid of Husky's entanglement as soon as possible, "Are you going to let me take you out for another flight so that I can find your father's traces?" Or do you want to use my sense of smell to track down your father's whereabouts? Let me explain to you first, I can't feel the slightest special breath in this room." Except for you and me, and Kai, who had been here for a while, no one else had been in or out of the place. ＂

The Evil Star's sense of smell of photons is not always able to sense spirits - especially the one operated by Bedeville, which is composed purely of photons for long-range reconnaissance of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit was as colorless and odorless as air, and there was not a trace left after it flew away.

"Uh......h Husky sat down unhappily and sat on the bed with his back to the star.

"Don't do that, little ghost. What the hell do you want from me?" the Evil Star just didn't want to mention at this point. But in fact, what he fears in his heart is probably the easiest to understand reality.

If the spirit who came to Husky was true, then does all this mean that Husky's dad has already become... That... Stuff?――

Does it mean that Husky's dad has long since passed away?

This child has always stubbornly believed that his dad is still alive, but he just quarreled with his mommy and divorced. This kid doesn't know how to accept death yet, so after witnessing so many lives and deaths lately, he has nightmares and hallucinations, right? All in all, this little ghost is very mentally restless and a potential trouble.

Evil Star pondered.

Maybe it's time to find a way to distract Husky.

"You know what? I can teach you swordsmanship. "Evil Star Road.

"Uh, really, Uncle Evil?" Husky turned his head.

"Really. Xinghui Long coaxed and said: "If you don't become stronger, how can you find your dad in the vast sea of people? It's not impossible for me to teach you a little swordsmanship, but it's already late, let's talk about this tomorrow." Can you go to bed first?"

"Hmm...... Okay Wang. "The simple canine boy was deceived in this way.