C37

Late at night, in the ambassador's lounge.

"So you just snuck out with an unknown fish kid and stayed out so late?!" "

After listening to Bedivere's explanation, Arthur chided angrily, "Don't tell me you don't know that we are being watched by the merfolk? "

"Aha, yes, I'm sorry." Bedivere smiled shyly. He was really enjoying himself playing with Tristan, so much so that he didn't know it was time to go back and sleep.

"… …" It's not as bad as moving your head.

Arthur could not find even the slightest bit of regret on Bei Di's face, he only saw an unintentional foolish smile. This made the knight extremely angry, and he almost wanted to beat Werewolf Boy up.

However, the guardian mermaid didn't move at all. "Do they always lack vigilance?" Arthur asked. "

Arthur puffed out two streams of white smoke from his nostrils, cleared his mind, and tried to find a more reasonable explanation: "Mermaid life is very long, their concept of time passing is very vague, a minute is almost the same as an hour. Besides, they didn't know much about the biology of the orcs. They probably thought it would take long for her to go to the toilet. "

"I think it's more like something Tristan did." "Bedivere didn't seem to care about Arthur's explanation. He wagged his tail and laughed," Didn't he just say a few words to hypnotize others? "

"The Murlocs?" "Fishmen are extremely rare, I'm afraid that the little guy's background is not so simple. He's either a member of a noble clan or a member of a royal clan." "

Werewolf Boy's eyes widened, "This, is this powerful!? "

"Murlocs are male fish, and the chance of being born is one in a billion." Merman Race could mate with any other species, but they would usually give birth to female mermaids. "

"Don't say [mating] in front of little kids, you idiot." Arthur scolded.

"What's wrong? This kid isn't young anymore." "Kaye laughed even more shamelessly." "When I was his age, I already had my moral integrity."

Don't say it! Arthur interrupted him and glared at Kai.

In short, Tristan is a very rare Fishman, "Kai didn't care about Arthur's supercilious look and continued," Even if he was born in a civilian, he would usually be brought to a palace to be the adopted son of a noble and then … Protect like a rare animal and never leave the palace.

"How can this be?" "Not even freedom, forever locked in this cold palace?" How could he live this kind of life! "

(Who was destined to be imprisoned for life at birth?) This is unfair!)

"The canary in the cage?" "That child must be very lonely." "

"So when you see a kid your own age, you can't help but bite?" Heh heh. "Bedivere is really a popular little animal." "

"Shut up!" The Werewolf Boy shouted in anger.

"Anyway, we don't have to worry about other countries." "Arthur laid on the bed and found a comfortable position to lie on." We just need to focus on how to escape, and of course, if possible, I still want to talk to Queen of Iceland. "

"If only one mouth could stop the war, there wouldn't be so many people dying in the world every day." Anyway, let's rest today. The Sir Kay laid on the bed and rolled around disapprovingly. "Err, the stinky Viking...!" "

Arthur shook his head, and snappily went over and turned off the light, causing the entire room to turn dark.

When darkness came, it was made of blue crystal, and the translucent ceiling reflected the stars in the sky. Contrary to the fretful Bedivere, this was a cool, cloudless, star-lit autumn night.

Werewolf Boy looked up into the sky and thought of the Merman Boy he met before.

He must have lived too lonely and longed for a friend of his own age.

(However, after the matter with Iceisland was over, we would have to leave and would never see each other again.)

What can I do for him?

Bedivere sighed softly and rolled his body under the blanket, unable to close his eyes the entire night.

At the same time, in the palace on the east side.

Merman Boy was bathing under the care of several mermaid maids.

Wisps of smoke rose into the air. The faint, delicate fragrance of the Snowflake Flower reverberated in the bathroom, and the beautiful mermaids were all singing a soft and melodious tune, causing this Merman Boy to feel as if he was in paradise. There were all kinds of exquisite and delicious pastries placed around the bathtub. The mermaids served the youth's bath while they fed him pastries.

A group of beautiful women accompanied her, enjoying delicious food amidst the pleasing chirping and dancing of the birds, relaxing her body and mind in the comfortable fragrant bath. To ordinary people, this was the enjoyment of an emperor. It was a goal that they strived for their entire lives to achieve.

Tristan, who had obtained all of this, was not happy at all.

What is happiness? How can you be truly alive?

Was it happiness to be content only with the pleasure of day after day, to be domesticated like a pig?

The Merman Boy had enjoyed too much luxurious life, even if it was this kind of heaven's time, he was already tired of it. The youth's mind was filled with thoughts about the Werewolf Boy: Only by playing with friends of the same age would it be the time that the Merman Boy truly desires.

The elder sisters rubbed the youth's sore shoulders and asked with benevolent smiles, "Your Highness, where did you go to play tonight?" Why did it make his muscles ache? "

Ow!" "Tristan's shoulder was massaged so hard it hurt. He whined," Softer... He had only found a place to practice his sword arts.

"Practice swordsmanship? --Do you occasionally have to work hard?" asked a figure in the distance, hidden behind a tent.

"Of course." "Without you two, I would have practiced much easier." "

The mermaids revealed gentle smiles, using sponges to rub lightly on the youth's body, creating more bubbles and cleansing Merman Boy's body. They had taken care of this child since they were young in Merman Boy. In their eyes, Tristan was practically the same as the little baby that they had previously.

Those Merfolk who had a long life, had a very vague idea of the passage of time. They had only been together with this Merman Boy for a short dozen years, and that time had not even reached one seventh of their lives.

In their eyes, no matter how many years passed, Tristan was still just a child. The so called sword practice was just like playing house. The mermaids could imagine how cute and comical Tristan looked when he danced under the moonlight.

But they didn't know that Tristan had met a Werewolf Boy and became friends with this young man. Their practice was genuine, not just a game.

Their friendship was not merely a passing cloud, it could only be proven by the passage of time.

However, all of this was something that the mermaids would never understand.

Tristan was not paying attention as he allowed the mermaids to rub all over his body. They could only think of a plan in his mind. The naive Merman Boy thought that his plan was good and secretly laughed to himself.