1:370 Erosion in the Fallen Sky (4)

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the sky was just a little white.

In a gray mist, Bedeville, along with several other tiger hunters, hurriedly sent the fainted Albert back to the village.

As soon as he entered the village, Patriarch Roble heard the report and was already in a hurry.

When Bedwell saw the patriarch coming, he hurriedly said, "Albert, he-" "Go away, don't get in the way!" Patriarch Roble pushed away the werewolf boy with one hand and leaned over to see his son Albert. He took some sort of cloth bag of herbs out of his pocket and put it in front of Albert's nose for him to sniff.

"Whew!—" Albert woke up immediately. Bedi could tell from Al's furrowed brows that the smell of the herb was probably terrifying.

"Old, Dad?" Albert got up and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. It took him a full second to figure out what was going on, and once he did, his face immediately darkened.

Seeing his son wake up, Roble was not very happy, but looked angry: "You useless wretch. How many times have I called you, don't follow to hunt monsters. Isn't it embarrassing enough?" "I'm sorry" The tiger man said in a low voice, his face was aggrieved but there was nowhere to vent, he could only swallow his anger and hang his head.

"That's enough, you take the silver wolf and go home and stay well, and you are not allowed to leave the house for half a step for three days!" said the angry tiger man's father.

"Got it. Albert replied reluctantly.

When he returned to his room, he was still lying listlessly on the table, his hands boredly playing with a small hole in the wooden table.

Bediwell watched from the sidelines, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Al, what did you just do?" "Afraid of seeing blood?" I do have [hemophobia]. Albert couldn't hide his frustration, "A guy like me would tremble with fear when he sees himself or someone around him bleed. In severe cases, you will faint.

I'm not destined to be a good fighter. "So many human captives were killed by monsters in that death pit yesterday, but you didn't care—" "Of course, I don't know those people. Albert smiled wryly, "But I know you, and Bedi cares about you." Bediwell was silent. Al, this guy is obviously shy. He already considered Bedi a friend, but he wouldn't say it. It's really not interesting to talk in a roundabout way.

But Bediwell's greatest concern was something else. Life in the dark realms is harsh, and those who are useless cannot survive. If they can't prove themselves useful to the clan, they will be ruthlessly abandoned.

Those who have no value to the clan will end up miserable. Either they will be exiled to the wilderness or they will become bait for monsters.

Even if Albert is the son of the patriarch, it will not be an exception.

The tiger boy in front of Bediwell, he has no future. Sooner or later, the verdict of death will catch Albert.

He was able to look at everything on Shijie so optimistically precisely because he had already seen everything through, precisely because he had no more expectations. He didn't care about the war between orcs and humans. He has long been desperate for Shijie, and no matter what Shijie becomes, he can gladly accept it.

Or, pretending to accept it, smiling wryly.

Seeing Bediwell looking at him with pity, Albert closed his eyes: "Don't look at me like that, Bedi. I don't need your mercy. "Al, let's get out of the village. It's still too late, and now it's still possible to find a chance to escape to the Glorious Realm. Bediwell whispered, "There are many good people in the human shijie. Let me tell Grand Duke Hall, and he'll be able to help you find a place to stay. You don't have to wait here to die. "Hahahahaha. The tiger boy laughed, daxiao, as if this was the funniest joke he had ever heard on shijie, "Bedi, you are really joking!

I'd rather die in this dark realm, exiled, and used as bait for demonic beasts, than go to the Radiant Realm, and let humans domesticate me!—I'm not like you, I'm not a human pet!!" Indeed, Bedi is not much different from a dog. He is just a loyal dog raised by humans, and when he receives a little benefit from humans, he immediately wags his tail and begs for mercy from humans.

(But it's always a little different.) "How dare you talk nonsense in front of me—" Anger erupted from the werewolf boy's body.

(If you close your eyes, you can feel it.) Everything that happened in the past. "Arthur didn't keep me as a pet" (that is, absolutely unforgettable, the days when everyone went on adventures together.) "Arthur and I are friends!!" he yelled.

It was a very common sentence. Plain and real-

real, but with a heart-shaking liliang.

Albert looked at Beddyville. The werewolf boy's roar made the tiger boy forget his frustration. What he saw was not just an innocent and stupid teenager who was not deeply involved in the world, but the whole shijie that this werewolf boy was connected to.

Albert, who was already desperate for everything, suddenly had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Perhaps, what he really wants, can be found in Bediwell.

A true friend.

Albert looked at Bediwell calmly: "Okay, Bedi, I take back my words. You're a friend of humanity, so be sure. However, I still won't go with you.

I know that I can't survive in the Glorious Realm, and even if humans give me kindness, I won't be able to accept it with the cheekiness. Looking at what humans have done to my people, I can no longer trust humans. Bediwell was still unconvinced: "If you've ever seen Arthur, you'll—" "Forget it, Bedi." Albert smiled wryly, "Tomorrow, the Elephant Terran patriarch Tutan will come to the village for a meeting. I might be able to find a way to arrange for you to meet him. "Really, really?!!! Albert's face was cold, he knew that Jihua of Bedeville was doomed.

"The point is, I'm going to at least give it a try. Bediwell knew how stupid he was, but he was also a stubborn fool, "I can't forgive myself if I don't even try." The tiger boy shrugged his shoulders, he didn't approve of the other party's approach, but he admired the werewolf boy's persistence.