1:360 Travels in the Darkness (4)

When Bediwell woke up, he found that his left prosthetic leg had been removed, and his right hand was tied to the side of the bed, and the rope was so cleverly tied that he could not break free.

He turned his eyes to see a tiger boy in a burlap suit, carefully studying Bedi's belongings. He was tired of seeing Beddywell's prosthetic leg, and after putting it down, he went back to studying Beddy's sapphire ring.

"No!" Bediwell's head was still aching, and he said weakly, "Give me back that! That's my fiancée's engagement ring!" But in desperation, Bediwell had no choice but to lie, he was afraid that the secret of the ring would be discovered by the other party (in fact, the subspace of the ring could only be opened by Bediwell).

"Is it a meow?" the tiger boy was about a teenager, and his not very pure English had the strange tone of the Fierce Tooth Clan. He turned to look at Bedi and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I thought this thing was a treasure." I'll give it back to you right away, I'm sorry. He walked over, grabbed Bedwell's right hand, and placed the ring on the werewolf boy's index finger.

Bediwell had time to take a closer look at the tiger boy. The guy wasn't very tall, about five and a half feet tall.

The snow-white hair on the whole body has black tiger stripes, which feels like the opposite color of the black and white striped Robel patriarch.

While Bediwell was looking at the white tiger with his sky-blue eyes, the other party was also looking at Bedivel with his ice-blue eyes.

They were stunned for a few seconds before the tiger boy said, "You are the silver wolf Bediwell Meow? I'm Albert Roble." Please advise me in the future. Bedi didn't know what to say for a moment. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, only remembering that he had been knocked unconscious by Patriarch Robel.

This guy is also called Roble. Wouldn't-" Daddy told me to take good care of you. So meow, you'll give me your left hand for safekeeping, just stay here honestly, understand?" said the tiger boy in a commanding tone.

"Okay," Bedi compromised, contemplating various options for dealing with it, "I promise not to run away." So, can you untie my right hand first? It's really uncomfortable to tie it behind your back. "Okay. You can't do anything anyway. Albert let his guard down and went over to untie Bedi's rope.

Bediwell knew where he was. Going deep into the territory of the fangs, there are no weapons in hand, and even if you can put this little tiger down, you will definitely not be able to escape.

Moreover, he is not here to fight. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

"Hmm. Bedi propped himself up with one hand and got out of bed. Having finally adapted to the weight of his left prosthesis, Beddiville was uncomfortable without it.

The tiger boy took a few steps back, he was not completely unguarded against Bediwell, he was probably wary of Bedi's sudden pounce and attack.

But when the tiger man saw that the other party was sitting honestly in front of the bed, and that he was far thinner than himself (and one arm was missing), even if he carried out a surprise attack, he would not succeed, and the tigerman's vigilance gradually decreased.

"Well, then, the silver wolf Bevilleff—" "Call me Bediville." The werewolf boy interrupted.

"Haode, Bedivir," the other man quickly corrected, "So, Bedivir, what do you want to do next? Stay here until the war is over?" "If I can, I'd like to meet Tutan, the patriarch of the Turkic tribe. As people are pacifists, I really hope to be able to convince them to stop this senseless war. Albert cast a sympathetic look at Bedwell. The werewolf boy in front of him was so naïve that he couldn't be saved.

"What do you see, everything will be in vain. However, if it's just a meeting, I should be able to help you figure it out. The White Tiger Boy smiled mischievously, "But, you're going to have to tell me some information in return." "It's a waste of effort to get information about the human military configuration from me. Bedi preemptively stated, "I'm a nobody, and I don't know anything about the strategic configuration of the big guys. There are some memories related to it, and I asked the Master Master to help me erase it beforehand*-you will not get anything from me. (*Note: This sentence was conceived in advance by Bedeville to bluff people.) He didn't ask Merlin to erase his memories for him, as he didn't know any information about the human alliance. Albert smiled disdainfully, then shrugged his shoulders to show that he was not hostile: "Don't worry, I'm going to ask you about something as boring as a military secret." The tiger boy pulled over a chair and sat down, he pressed his chest against the back of the chair, his big ice blue eyes widened, and said expectantly, "What I want to know is the story of your adventures in the human shijie." You can always tell me this, right?" Bediwell was stunned, the other party's question was unexpected. But he quickly turned his brain, wanting to get some benefits from this tiger man boy, so he said:

"Yes. I've had a long story of my adventures in human shijie so far, enough to keep you listening to for days and nights - and on the other hand, I'd like to ask you one thing. "Okay, I'll see what you're asking. The little tiger is not stupid, he smiled slyly, and wanted to test what the other party's hole cards were.

"—Tell me, what happened in Egypt ten years ago?" said Bediwell, staring at the Tigerman Boy with his sky-blue eyes.

The smile of the tiger boy Albert was instantly replaced by a cold and stiff expression.

"Do you really want to know meow?" Bediwell nodded slightly. He wondered, what was it that made Patriarch Robel hate humans so much?

Since human beings have no reason to slaughter orcs like this, is it just because of sheer malice that such an unreasonable thing can happen?

Beddivi had met many villains, but he didn't believe that humans would be so inferior. He believed that there was still a good side to humanity, no matter how insidious and vicious, no matter how greedy and cunning, no matter how inferior to beasts.

Bediwell, a twelve-year-old werewolf boy, only knows how to look at Shijie with an innocent eye. He's been through so many catastrophes, and he still thinks that shijie is always beautiful.

He doesn't know the bottomless malice of human beings (shijie) -

He didn't know the endless darkness of Shijie (fate).