1:378 Escape to the Black Prison (1)

I was caught in this kind of place again. What a dirty study the foxes had, Bediwell knew a thing or two. Because of this, his heart is now filled with disgust and uneasiness.

He could endure everything the foxes did to him with his eyes closed, but if the foxes did anything to Albert!

"Bedi. Albert saw that Bediwell's face was not good, and hurriedly comforted: "It seems that we have been caught by human traffickers." But don't worry, we're not in danger. My father is the patriarch, and no matter how rampant the human traffickers are, they don't dare to attack me easily. That's what worries Beddivi the most. Al was so optimistic that he barely noticed his father's indifference to him. Robble doesn't love scrap like Al at all, so he won't spend time negotiating with human traffickers (fox people).

To make matters worse, Robel was already involved. He had planned to dispose of Al

The more Bedeville thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he shuddered involuntarily with fear.

He didn't think much about it before he used his madness, trying to escape from the cage first. But he failed. The cage is indeed specially treated to seal magic.

Bedi fell to his stomach in frustration. He was so anxious that the smell of disinfectant from the institute made him almost vomit.

"Bedi?" Al asked in a low voice, "Are you okay meowing, talk to me, don't be silent!" Bediwell realized that although Al was pretending to be calm on the surface, he was actually very scared. No, he was probably more scared than Bediwell. That kid didn't have the experience of fighting to the death, and he didn't have the experience of being caught in the research institute. Al was actually very scared, but he had to force his composure to comfort Bedeville.

Albert put on a smile as usual, trying his best to hide the pain in his heart.

Bedwell swallowed. At such a time, how could he not cheer up!

"El, calm down, let's find a way to escape together. Bediwell forced himself to calm down. He looked at his right hand, and sure enough, the ring was gone.

Albert saw Bedi's actions through the cage, and he spoke, "The engagement ring you're looking for is here." The tiger boy took out the sapphire ring from his hand, spotted the crack in the cage, and threw it to the werewolf boy.

"Al, how are you—" "This is your most important engagement ring, right?" Albert smirked, "The moment I was knocked unconscious, I knew something was wrong, and I wanted to shout for help, but my body didn't listen. I fainted beside you, and the only thing I could do was take the ring off your hand and hide it between my teeth. Bedi looked at the ring. Fortunately, this ring is specially made by Merlin, and no matter how sharp and hard the tiger's teeth are, it can't be bitten.

There was only a small trace of blood left on it. Bedi deliberately didn't bother to find out where the blood came from, and just put on the ring.

If he can find a way to break free from the effects of the cage enchantment, he may be able to get his magic bow out of the ring. That was Bediwell's only hope.

"Al, I've got a solution. Now it's just a matter of seeing the opportunity. "Great, then—" The door to the research room opened, interrupting the conversation between the two teenagers.

Walking in was a fox man dressed in gorgeous blue satin. The fancy dress did not match the foxman's red-black fur at all.

At the first glance, Bedi lost his affection for the fox man. The fox's mouth was too long and pointed, and at first glance it was a cunning fellow.

"Hehe, silver wolf Bevelf, long Yang, long Yang. As soon as the fox man came up, he said in a hypocritical tone, "I am Renard, the patriarch of the fox people. Bediwell stared at the other party coldly, "Patriarch Reynard, what do you mean by doing this? Aren't you afraid that it will be difficult to explain to Patriarch Robol if you kidnap us from the village of the Fierce Fang for no reason?" The old fox smirked, "You are valuable experimental material, and Roble will definitely agree." He said he couldn't take your life, but he didn't say he couldn't use your body for all kinds of experiments - don't worry, the experiment package I prepared for you will definitely make you have a lot of memories!" "Bastard! if you want to do the experiment, take me to do it, don't do anything to Al yet!" Bediwell roared, angrily pounding the iron cage, "Let him go! He has nothing to do with this!" "How can it be irrelevant? He is also a precious experimental material. Renard grinned, his pointed fox mouth becoming more contorted, "Robel has long said that this kid will be mine sooner or later."

This scrap is going to have a coming-of-age ceremony in a week*, and that's when he becomes food for the beasts. Instead of feeding the beasts, let me take them apart and study them, ahhahahaha!" The rite of passage is a ritual to examine the value of an orc in the clan, and a vote of the elders of the clan determines whether the orc is kept or killed.

Some of the more moderate clans will exile unqualified orc boys and leave them to fend for themselves in the wilderness.

But some clans will find a way to dispose of those unqualified orcs - for example, send them to the death pit to feed the monsters. Albert's face turned pale and he knelt in the cage silently. He used to have a glimmer of expectation for his father, but now even this zuihou's illusion is shattered.

Bediwell clenched his fists as he pondered ways to get out of here. El doesn't have time left, if he doesn't get him out quickly, he will be toyed with by Patriarch Renard to death!

Late at night.

Arthur got up and saw Greenway fiddling with what looked like an instrument.

"What are you doing?" Arthur looked curiously at the wonderful metal box in the girl's hand.

"You can't believe it!" replied Greenway, "and I asked King Othur to find a way to measure photons. I didn't think to ask him for a photon analyzer. But he didn't know where to find such a machine!" Ancient people also had photon analyzers. Much of modern technology has been passed down from ancient people. Arthur said disapprovingly, he felt his arm hurt less.

"Well, maybe. The girl put down the instrument and looked at Arthur's arm: "It seems to have calmed down?" There were two liliang of the Holy Spirit inside. I guess it was the two liliang of the Holy Spirit who overpowered the liliang of the evil spirit. Arthur said. The white light on the arm was extremely strong, and in the streaks of white light, only a small amount of dark purple light was mixed in.

"I still can't understand that your body will be eroded by the Holy Spirit and evil spirits. The girl walked out of the room, "Come on, eat something to replenish your strength." You need more energy. Arthur watched the girl out, picked up his sword and scabbard, and walked out.

The moment his hand touched the king's sheath, his arm began to throb again.

King Oshur watched Arthur's eating and drinking, and explained to Arthur the strategy of the next Holy Spirit.

Arthur was preoccupied with three things, listening to King Othur's explanation, eating dinner, and trying his best to suppress his expression so as not to show a painful expression.

Greenwiel watched from the sidelines, and there was nothing more to say than to be busy translating.

It wasn't that she didn't notice the bean-sized cold sweat on the knight's forehead. There's just nothing she can do about it.