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After an unknown period of time. When Arthur woke up, he felt that his throat was dry and sore, as if a ball of fire was burning within it.

"Water — water!" the knight called out.

"Okay, drink slowly." With her jade-like hand, she placed the cup of sweet water slowly next to Arthur's lips.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. The knight sucked greedily on his glass of dew. The clear spring water slid down his throat and moistened his parched throat.

After calming his spirit, Arthur realized that the jade hand that was feeding him water actually belonged to the Heavenly Stage Knight's daughter, Guinevere.

The young knight immediately cleared his head and asked, "..." How long has it been? "

"Two days." "You inhale a poison that constantly consumes energy, and the wound on your back is another poison that can kill you." If your little servant had not brought you back in time, you would have gone to God. "

Arthur rolled his eyes: Where's Bedivere? "

"Your poison is very similar to the poison the Beastmen use to hunt, and he doesn't know how you were attacked. For safety's sake, the Knight Regiment imprisoned him first. Now I assume he's being interrogated? "

"No!" "Let him go, it has nothing to do with him." "

"You can't get up yet!" "

"You don't know how much nonsense the Knights are talking about!" "They can cripple your hand and then tell you [sorry, it was a small accident]!" "

Darksteel Knight Richard. Leo Dickens was interrogating the Werewolf Boy in front of him.

Rather than calling it an interrogation, it's more appropriate to call it a one-sided beating?

Werewolf Boy was hung in midair by a rope, the whip landing on his exposed upper body, slashing his flesh and leaving a deep cut. There were already countless similar wounds on Orc Teenager's body. His shoulders, arms, chest and lower abdomen had long been lacerated, and countless drops of blood were dripping onto the ground.

"Speak!" Say it quickly! Who told you to betray your knight? You really are a spy sent by the Beastmen, aren't you?! "

Bedivere did not make a sound, he only closed his eyes and waited silently for everything to end. Compared to the physical pain on his body, he was more concerned about Arthur's situation. For the past two days, the Werewolf Boy had been fidgety and worried about his master's safety.

"Speak!" Quickly tell me! The whip came down more viciously.

"You damned orcs, you can't believe it." You are a bunch of uncivilized primitive people! Richard scolded, the whip in his hand continued to swing down, leaving no room for rest. "Raid every opportunity you have, run into the human world and rob it from the shadows. Show your barbaric nature whenever you have the chance!" This is how you are, ha-ha! "

"Enough." A voice, cold as frost, spoke behind him.

"What [enough]?" Am I wrong? "What kind of servant is this, letting this cheap dog like bitch be a servant of a Knight. Has the Order fallen yet?" "

He raised his whip to strike again, but a hand caught him.

"I said enough, didn't you hear?!" Arthur shouted angrily.

Richard turned his head and looked at the rider behind him in surprise. "Arthur? but you should -- "

Arthur forced a cold laugh, "He should have died from the poison? Unfortunately, I won't die that easily. "

"Even so," Richard insisted, "my duty is to interrogate this boy." Even you don't have the authority to interfere with my interrogation! "

"It's [interrogation], not [beatings]!" You have overstepped your authority! "

"I said no more than that!" "Now, let go of your dirty hands! I still have an interrogation to complete! "

"Try it." If you dare to attack me, I will first break your wrist with all my strength. Arthur threatened sternly.

"You dare?!" "You won't forget."

"You want to say your father is a Grand Duke Lyons, right?" "Arthur interrupted Richard and glared at him with an even more vicious gaze." If you want to, then go complain to your father — — But now, scram! "

Arthur grabbed Richard's hand like an iron pincer, and used his strength to pincer Richard, causing him to still lose the whip in his hand.

"You little rascal …" Richard's face was flushed red. He was clearly in excruciating pain, but due to face, he couldn't shout out loud. "

Richard's left fist heavily smashed onto Arthur's forehead. Arthur did not dodge nor evade, and took this fist head-on. Blood immediately flowed out of his forehead, but Richard's hands were also in unbearable pain — — He never thought that Arthur's head would be so hard!

"…." What a weak fist. Arthur sighed, and let go of Richard's hand: "Even someone as weak and useless as me, can't you just take it down with a single punch?" "

His anger had already passed, and in Arthur's eyes, there was a trace of pity.

But Richard treated that trace of pity as an insult.

"You …!" You just wait and see! "

Richard. Leo Dickens angrily escaped from the torture chamber.

Knight Arthur's gaze turned as he came over to look at Bedivere who was hung in midair. Werewolf Boy was beaten black and blue, but he was still full of spirit. The vitality of the Beastmen was truly not to be underestimated.

Werewolf Boy, who was covered in wounds, looked at the pale-faced Knight who had just returned from the Death Line. Even after being tortured by the poison, he was still able to remain so mighty. The vitality of humans was truly not to be underestimated.

Bedivere revealed a slight smile. "Hey, Arthur. You're finally alive? "

"Don't think I'll die so easily!" "Arthur unlocked the shackles on Werewolf Boy's hands.

"Ha, hahahahaha!" As if he had heard some funny joke, Werewolf Boy Bedivere laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" So disgusting. Arthur asked, puzzled.

"No, no." Bedivere laughed as he shed tears. He was filled with both sorrow and joy, his expression extremely strange. "Because Arthur doesn't know how to laugh, I smiled for him, and also because you don't know how to cry …" So let me weep for you. "

"Idiot." the knight said disapprovingly.

He thought Bedivere was just being crazy. But Werewolf Boy was serious. Eskimo (Werewolf Race) was a race that would repay favours and return after accepting them. Bedivere who had his life saved, would risk it all to help Arthur from now on. He would follow a knight for the rest of his life, even if it meant the end of hell.

And now, Bedivere had seen through the enormous pain in Arthur's body. He really wanted to help Arthur, what could he do to ease this pain?