Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1082: Seeking secrets in the sand sea (4)

Chapter 1082: Searching for Secrets in the Sand Sea (4)

The werewolf cautiously entered the dark and dilapidated room, stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous slate, flipped the switch hidden under the slate, and jumped in through the opening.

"It smells so bad!" Arthur complained the moment he jumped into the hidden underground cave: "What's this smell? It's a shame that Sword Saint Yake can live in such a ghost place!"

"Hum..." Bedivere endured the unpleasant stench in the cave and walked towards the iron house in the depths of the cave with a torch: "Yo, stinky boys, are you still alive?"

When he casually opened the door of the tin room, he was greeted by a surprise attack that almost killed him.

Wow! A thief boy jumped out of the room desperately, took the broken glass shards in his hand, and attacked Bedivere!

"Wow!" The werewolf leaned back, avoiding the boy's sneak attack. Fortunately, he reacted fast enough, otherwise the sharp glass shards in the opponent's hand would have cut Bedivere's throat!

Plop! The boy couldn't make a sneak attack, and immediately collapsed powerlessly.

"Hey, what's the situation?!" Bedivere was shocked and took a step back to observe the situation.

I saw that there was no one in the tin room. The rope that had bound the two thieves teenagers was freed. One of the teenagers had already escaped, and only the other kid was ambushing Bedivere.

"So it is." Arthur looked at the boy's unnaturally twisted left arm, and the blood-stained rope tied to the boy's feet, cut in half with glass, and said: "Find a way to make your own Dislocated left hand to make room to unbind?"

"This guy deliberately injured his palm in order to let his brother escape, and used blood to wet the hemp rope that bound his footsteps... In order to make the rope easier to cut." The king of knights looked at the dying man again. Child's right palm. The palm that held the glass shards was already **** and bloody, and the blood on it had congealed into lumps. The glass shards were fixed on the palm by sticky sticks: "So, he let his brother escape, but he didn't have the strength to escape anymore. So stay here and ambush us..."

"Almost let him succeed." The werewolf walked over, carefully opened the boy's palm, and threw away the shards of glass.

I didn't expect the boy to fight back again, swiping his **** right palm around Bedivere's neck. The teenager probably thought that the shard of glass in his hand was still there---his hand had lost consciousness---thinking that he could kill Bedivere with the shard of glass that no longer existed: "Matt... Run away! Run away! Don't let these... stinky **** catch you!"

"Stinky boy!" Bedivere grabbed the young man's hair and lifted him up: "It's been a night for you to reflect on, how can you still not change your character! Come on, where is your brother? !"

"Ugh..." The boy didn't answer, this time he seemed to be in a coma. His body was full of stench other than the smell of blood, and he was locked in the room all night, with his urine and feces scattered in his pants.

"Put him down first, Bedivere." Arthur said calmly, "Aren't you going to question this kid? If he dies, we won't have the information we want. ."

"Humph!" The werewolf threw the thief boy to the ground. He was almost killed by a sneak attack just now, and now he is still full of anger, and he is not in the mood to save this dying boy.

Arthur took off his hood, revealing a crisp crop top. He took out a rather large medicine chest from the hidden compartment of his belt, startling Bedivere.

"Warp magic." The king of knights smiled and opened the medicine chest, which was taken out from a certain warp storage bag in his belt: "Now, either come help me with this child's Change his clothes, or come to bandage his wound, whichever you choose."

"Oh!" The werewolf looked at the boy's dirty crotch: "This kind of dirty work can't be entrusted to Arthur! Go and treat him!"

"Very good." Arthur had already picked up the boy's left arm and used a skillful technique to retrieve the dislocated arm.

Ten minutes later.

A drop of water fell from the air and landed on the corner of the thief boy's mouth.

"Ugh..." The boy moaned in a low voice and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's so bitter...!" He complained as soon as he woke up.

"This is a highly concentrated potion of multivitamins that is good for your body," whispered King Arthur.

"Wow!" Unexpectedly, the thief boy jumped up from the ground as soon as he woke up, trying to escape.

"Ugh---" But his body was so weak that he couldn't even get up, jumping less than a foot before crashing to the ground.

"You are so weak and want to escape?" The werewolf just washed the dirt off the boy with water, and used the cloak that Arthur took off as a quilt to cover the thief boy: "Be honest. We are not bad people, It won't hurt you."

"Matt and I were **** yesterday and locked up overnight..." the Egyptian teenager complained in his very foreign and incomprehensible English.

"Oh, what's wrong with imprisoning thieves?" Bedivere looked unhappy: "Or would it be better to send you to the police station?"

"No! Don't go to the (police station)!" The thief boy panicked: "(The friends who went there) never came back!"

"Human traffickers." Arthur lowered his voice and explained to Bedivere, "Homeless people like this can't get out as long as they enter the police station. to be a slave."

"Jiu, Jiut, don't be a slave!" The thief boy exclaimed: "Don't send (me) to the (police station)!"

"Then you should obediently tell all the information about the Sword Saint Yake!" The werewolf waited for the kid with a glance: "When did Yake appear here? Why did he appear here? You and Yak What's the deal with K?!"

"Uncle...?" A doubt appeared on the face of the young man named Jiute: "Uncle is uncle... a long time ago (always)."

Bediver was bewildered by this: "What do you mean?"

"(A long time ago) It was a long time ago." The thief boy's English was very bad, and it was very difficult to understand: "There used to be a lot of people here... Everyone brought stolen things, (looking for the uncle) Changed food...but somehow (fewer and fewer people)...(finally) it was just me and Matt."

Arthur learned the truth from the teenager's confession. This place was supposed to be the gathering place of a gang of young thieves, and Sword Saint Arthur was the leader or agent of this group of thieves. He harvested stolen goods from the boys and exchanged them for food to keep the thieves. But the security situation in Zvar is getting worse and worse, and the police's crackdown is correspondingly stronger. Those wandering thieves were probably caught one by one and sent to be slaves.

In the end, this kid was left—perhaps the most shrewd, cautious, and fastest-running boy in the band of thieves, and that's why he has survived to this day. But all this is no longer important.

"You work for that uncle, but you don't know the background of that uncle?" Bedivere asked suspiciously.

"Um... firstly Nakru said there was a famous uncle here (who can exchange loot for food)... Then everyone came." Jut recalled with difficulty: "This is better than (directly) stealing food (more can) to fill the stomach...so everyone came."

As for Yake, it is estimated that he sent the stolen goods stolen by the teenagers to the black market to exchange money, and then bought back food to help these street children——Arthur thought to himself.

"The earliest uncle (the time of his appearance)... I think, it should be ten years ago? If it was earlier, Jiu Te was not sensible, I don't know..."

Bediver shook his head and sighed: "This is a pure waste of time. Let's take this kid to the police station."

Jute yelled in panic: "No! No! Please!!"

"Zvar has no place to take you street children! That uncle won't bring you food anymore!" The werewolf glared at the boy coldly: "So, what are you going to do? Are you going to keep hiding? In this kind of cave, starve to death?"

"I don't care!" Jiut protested, waving his hands and feet: "There is food here! A lot of food! Enough for Jiut and Matt to eat for a few years!! (We) don't steal or rob if it's a big deal, honestly. Have a good time!"

Bedivere really wanted to slap the stinky brat, but he held it back. God knows. Bedivere has no obligation to take care of such street children. They like to die, so let them die.

"Huhu." The king of knights stood up with a smile and looked at the boy from above: "Boy, you like to self-destruct here, which is also a good choice. But I can send you to an orphan in Great Britain. There are three meals a day, clean clothes and beds, and desserts and small gifts on festivals. The only condition is that you be an honest person, and you are not allowed to steal anything in the future. Is that okay?"

At that moment, the thief boy's face showed hesitation.

Bediver looked at the King of Knights helplessly: "Arthur, you really don't need to take care of this scum..."

I didn't expect Arthur to turn the werewolf a white look: "I can't control what's going on in Egypt. But Great Britain is not so poor that it can't even support such a homeless child."

The thief boy was stunned for a second, tears suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he said stubbornly: "No...don't go!"

"What?"

"Matt (yet) didn't come back!...Not going! (I) have to wait here for (Matt)!" This kid is so stubborn in strange places~IndoMTL.com~Your brother? "Bedivere couldn't help sneering in disgust: "You twisted your arms, and finally untied the rope and let him escape. What about him? He left you here all day and doesn't even bother to come back to see you! Is this guy worth waiting for? "

"Matt...he won't! He's just scared...!" Jut tried to defend his brother: "He just, something happened---"

At this moment, something fell from the entrance of this hidden underground cave.

"Arthur!" The werewolf only felt an astonishing killing intent and a **** smell so thick that it was almost suffocating.

He exclaimed and turned around to take a look, only to see that what fell in the cave was an ugly and inexplicable monster: a desert devil shark oozing blood!

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