Chapter 2236: Warrior Legacy (10)

"Is anyone there?" Bediwell's stomach growled quietly, but it caught the attention of the group of mercenaries. In particular, the skinny mercenary dressed as a thief at the scene came up and asked.

Seeing that he could no longer conceal it, Arthur simply walked out of the dilapidated house generously, followed by Bediwell, who had taken the form of a great white wolf.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a passing passerby. He came up and said, his mind spinning rapidly, trying to use the most reasonable excuse to fool him around: "I saw a golden light falling from the sky just now, and I rushed over to take a look at it out of curiosity." I didn't expect that there were already guests here, and they were all armed and menacing, so I was afraid of disturbing you, so I hid first. ＂

He said this with the most authentic English accent, with a scottish accent. He had a perfectly controlled nasal and tongue-curling voice, and a slight aristocratic arrogance in his intonation, which he could produce with a considerable degree of education and infallibility, and which the common people could not imitate. His motive for speaking this way was to make the other party think that he was a noble kid, and that these lowly mercenaries could not afford to climb high, and could not mess with him.

Language is sometimes a power. When used correctly, it can resolve disputes and even prevent them from starting in the first place.

"Oh?" said the warrior-dressed man "Hanover," snorting slightly sarcastically, "what a well-bred lad." ＂

Bordeaux, a thin man dressed as a thief, lit a torch and illuminated the surroundings with the light of the fire so that Arthur and Bedwell could be seen clearly.

Arthur's cavity is also a bit grounded. Although on the surface he only wore ordinary civilian clothes, which was convenient for adventure when going out, the blonde boy looked handsome and extraordinary, and indeed he looked like a noble child. (I don't know what went wrong, when Arthur traveled to this other world, his face actually looked a little similar to Lancelot, and he was exceptionally handsome------ much more handsome than the face of King Arthur in the original world.) ）

Coupled with the bladeless, exquisitely carved silver sword that Arthur wore around his waist, it was basically assumed that the blonde boy was the kind of idle aristocratic kid who ventured around in search of thrills. It makes sense that the blonde teenager would be wandering around Penzance Port at night.

But what the hell is the big white wolf that follows the blonde boy. Although it is also rumored that the nobles occasionally have strange habits, they like to raise beasts as pets, and it is normal for them to show off everywhere with lions, tigers and leopards. But the mercenaries are the ones who use swords to eat, and they can easily detect the dangerous beastly aura of the big white wolf. The wolf didn't look like he was tamed at all, but his demeanor was full of "humanity" and he was honest behind the blonde boy. It's not so much the blonde boy's pet as the boy's beast "bodyguard". The wolf even carried another beautifully carved silver sword on his back, which had been well preserved in its scabbard, and I wondered if it was the boy's spare weapon.

This combination of man and beast is not a common combination in aristocratic circles. It is extremely rare even in the trades of adventurers or mercenaries.

"What do you think, Nantes?" Hanover, a mercenary dressed as a warrior, asked the woman dressed as a magician beside him.

"It's not like the average noble kid, that's for sure. "Magician Nantes seems to be more knowledgeable than any other mercenary, so she is the brains of the team, and the rest of the team asks her for advice when they have questions.

"But I've seen mercenaries before with lions tamed as companions. Nantes added: "It seems to be a swordsman." What's the name? It seems to be ...... McCrather or something. Adventurers who tame beasts as companions or bodyguards are rare, but not entirely absent. ＂

"Yes. Let's think so. Hanover nodded and said, "Mysterious young man with wolves, can you first report your name?"

"Aslan. No other than that. Arthur replied indifferently.

The mercenary man continued to probe tentatively: "So, Mr. Aslan, what is the purpose of your appearance in such a place late at night? Is it really just to see a golden light falling in the sky and join in the fun?------ or are you the golden light itself?"

"How could it be. I don't believe in magic or sorcery, and I certainly don't know how to use it. Arthur continued to reply blandly, without the slightest emotion in his tone. The other party's temptation was to no avail. This level of acting is just a piece of cake for Arthur.

"Yes. Seeing that the temptation was useless, Hanover snorted indifferently. The young man in front of him was either telling the truth, or he was a senior acting school and an old fox, otherwise the other party would never have answered his question so plainly and resolutely.

Of course, what he saw was only Arthur on the surface, thinking that it was just a teenager. And a noble boy with a childish face can't have such amazing acting skills. With the method of elimination, Hanover took it for granted that Arthur was telling the truth------ at least for the time being.

"That," Seeing that the mercenaries were still confused and pondering, Arthur quickly interrupted, not giving the other party time to continue thinking, "I know that I have broken into your meeting place at an inappropriate time, and it is rude. I also know that it was inappropriate for me to hide and eavesdrop on your conversations. But that's force majeure. Actually, I didn't overhear anything, and I couldn't even understand what you were talking about. What you've done here and now has nothing to do with me, and I don't care. So, can I go?"

"Hmm...... Of course. The big man replied, "I'm sorry to frighten you, Mr. Aslan. Please come back. ＂

"You ...... You're not going to rob me or anything?" said Arthur again.

"Huhuhu, who do you think we are?" Bordeaux, a skinny mercenary on the side, snorted: "We are mercenaries, not robbers. We are the ones who take the job from the union and earn money from regular work. It won't be rare to have a few gold coins in your wallet. ＂

"When I hear you say that, I feel relieved. "Arthur finished the test and got a lot of information from the other party.

"Bordeaux, you big mouth. The woman dressed as a magician reproached.

"What?"

"No, nothing. Let the chips fall where they may. Nantes sighed. She was probably the only one in the team who sensed Arthur's intentions. The woman's percussions were dangerous, and Arthur couldn't help but raise his guard.

"Good night, then, everybody. Arthur didn't want to continue to entangle with these mercenaries, for fear of talking too much and exposing his own details. He took Bediwell with him and turned and left.

When the boy and the wolf were a little farther away, the mercenary man spoke: "Milan, can you follow those two people from a distance and find out their information?"

A fair-skinned woman dressed as an archer gradually emerged from the shadows: "It can't be done. The wolf's senses were sharper than mine, and he had been looking at where I was hiding, and it was useless to change several places. If you keep up, I'm afraid that it will be exposed in an instant. ＂

"Forget it. Hannover frowned slightly: "It's really not an easy character to deal with." ＂

"But you're really going to let them go like that?" asked Nantes, dressed as a magician.

"Rest assured. I have a hunch that we'll meet again soon. The mercenary man smiled confidently.

"On the basis of that?"

Looming from under his clothes were a whole row of throwing knives in the shoulder straps that loomed out from under his clothes. The knife is made of stainless steel, and it has been blessed with holy water, which can cause great damage to the demons. These knives are generally exclusive to the Brotherhood of Melson, and are only distributed to vampire hunters who can take charge of themselves. Dahan subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his hand: "I don't know what the young man is." But if he is going to follow the same path as us, then it is inevitable to meet him again in the future. ＂

At the same time, Arthur, who had almost returned to the inn along the dark alleyways of Penzance, saw that he had already walked some distance, and asked in a low voice alertly, "Beddy, are we being followed?"

"Wang. The great white wolf did not speak, but shook his head.

"That's good. Let's go back to the hotel. Arthur also knew very well in his heart that as long as Bediwell's keen sense of hearing and smell was there, the other party would not be able to keep up. He hadn't shown up since then, and the mercenary named Milan hiding in the shadows was the biggest threat. But the man was still human, and his perception was no match for that of a beast (Bediwell). Knowing that Bediwell could easily sense her presence, it would be too uninteresting for that person to dare to follow her all the time. If things do turn out like that, Arthur has even considered knocking out the stalker ------ killing him is not necessary, he doesn't want to make enemies everywhere in an unfamiliar environment just yet.

They arrived at the back door of the hotel, pushed the door in, and looked like they should have gotten rid of the group of mercenaries. Arthur cautiously returned to his room, bolting the door tightly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a long night.

"Merlin, are you there?" he whispered after closing the window, "Can you open the shady barrier?" ＂

"Tomorrow, Your Majesty. The black crow shadow on the beam of the room replied in a low voice, "I am currently using Harry's projections to search for information, but one of the projections has been entangled by the Crusaders, and I am currently taking them around in circles, and I can't separate them." ＂

"Is it a crusader again. Those nosy guys. Arthur snorted, "Okay." Concentrate on them, and wait until tomorrow morning if you have anything. Good night. ＂

He lay on his relatively clean bed, and had planned to think about tomorrow's trip. But the sleepiness was even more powerful than he had imagined, and it instantly made him fall asleep.