Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1472: The beginning of the curse night (30)

Chapter 1472 The origin of the curse night (thirty)

"What?! Who are you saying is bald?!" The burly man frowned immediately: "I'm not bald, it's just that my hairline is higher!"

He turned his head, pointed to the back of his head and said, "Look, there's still hair growing here!"

There is, a very thin layer. Bedivere couldn't help but want to laugh even more when he saw it. This is obviously bald, why is this guy unwilling to admit it. No wonder Gladiator Berelder had been wearing that strange helmet all the time. It turned out that the helmet's function was not to protect his head, but to cover the fact that he was bald. However, this guy didn't grow in the place where the hair should be lush, and the hair in the place that shouldn't be lush, but the hair grows extraordinarily lush. The werewolf couldn't help laughing even more when he saw the dense chest hair looming between the gladiator's shirts.

"Cough!" Gladiator Berelder coughed twice, "That's it. If you want to laugh, just laugh, I won't care."

"Hmph, I won't laugh at you anymore, it's nothing funny anyway." Bedivere gave Berelder a blank look: "So, what are you doing here? Following me?"

"Following you little hairball? Ahahahaha, don't be stupid!" The gladiator laughed cheerfully: "I've been on this deck since two o'clock this afternoon, practicing swordsmanship! Today's game is so boring, I don't think I can watch it enough! In order to keep this lazy guy from slack, he can't stop if he doesn't practice for eight hours a day!"

"Oh. So hardworking." The werewolf youth looked at Berelder with a little contempt. From the look of this guy, it doesn't seem like he's lying. But, practice eight hours a day? How annoying that is. Bedivere himself belongs to the type of person who will take time every day to do physical exercise unremittingly, but he only takes an hour or two every morning to do morning exercises, how can he go too far like Berelder.

"What? You don't practice?" Gladiator Berelder glanced at Bedivere, "Look at your physique, it's impossible to shape it without exercising every day? And you're still an orc*. You yourself have built this muscle through practice. If I say work hard, do you have such a big opinion?"

(*Note: Orcs have denser muscle fibers than humans, and it is generally difficult to develop strong muscles. It takes more effort than ordinary people to develop a large number of muscles.)

"No, I have no opinion at all." The werewolf couldn't help but replied perfunctorily. He wanted to find a corner to practice swordsmanship, and he didn't want to continue talking to Berelder.

"Oh, so you're busy, little hairball." Berelder sneered: "Look at the iron sword without a sharp edge in your hand, it's probably a tool for exercise, right? The time to go to the deck of the Palamidis speaks for itself. So, I have a suggestion---------Since you want to practice swordsmanship too, and I happen to be free, why do we Why don't we have a chat here?"

As soon as Gladiator Berelder said this, Bedivere became alert. The werewolf youth clenched his sword tightly in one hand and asked tentatively, "Don't forget, Mr. Berelder, I have a match with you tomorrow. If we want to fight, should we leave it for tomorrow? It's not an honorable thing to win a private match here."

"Wow, wow, wow, take it easy, little furball!" the gladiator grinned, as if playing a prank: "I said I was going to have a practice match with you, no points. , there is no winner or loser. Anyway, if I practice by myself, it is also practice, and it is also the same practice if I have another person with me, why not?"

"You mustn't be scheming..." Bedivere still distrusted the other party.

"No, I won't." The gladiator raised the blacksmith for practice in his hand and handed it to the werewolf youth: "See for yourself, I'm also using a practice sword without a strike. If you hit this one, you'll get a little bruise at best, and you won't be seriously injured. I'm sure the iron sword you're holding in your hand is the same thing, after all, they're all handed out from the arsenal of Great Britain. If you still If you don't think it's right, you think I'll cheat with my weapon, you can use it with me instead. You can choose one of these two iron swords that don't have a sharp edge. That way you won't have any opinions, right?"

"Humph------" Bedivere was still hesitant. It can be said without hesitation that Bedivere's own swordsmanship is mediocre. And he also heard that the gladiator Berelder was a powerful swordsman with both offense and defense. If you learn swordsmanship with Berelder here, you will not only be able to learn some swordplay experience from your opponent, but also get to know Berelder's background, which will be very helpful for tomorrow's match with the Gladiators. Berelder offered to have this one-on-one practice with Bedivere, which was actually beneficial to the werewolf youth without any harm. But does the world really drop free pies for no reason? Really suspicious...

"Haha, are you still hesitating? What a cautious little furball."

"Speaking of which, can you please stop calling me hairball..." Bedivere couldn't help but spit out.

"As long as there are furry guys, I call them little hairballs." Berelder grinned again, and took out a long cloth belt from his waist: "If you are scruples, afraid I'll sneak a glimpse of your sword move, so I'll let you go one step further."

After speaking, this guy actually covered his eyes with cloth strips: "Is this all right? I can't see anything with my eyes blindfolded. You can attack as much as you like."

"Are you kidding me, bald?" Bedivere couldn't help but feel a little irritated, or maybe offended: "You're blindfolding, it's not a practice anymore. , but I bullied you unilaterally. Do you really think you can beat me blindfolded? There is a limit to how you look down on people!"

I didn't expect the corner fighter laughed boldly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! How do you know this kind of thing? And I have said to you long ago, this is just practice, it's a fun to play, it's fun to play and play with fun, it's fun to play and play with fun, it's fun to play and play with fun, it's fun to play and play with fun. Boy, there's no winner or loser. Just go for it, little furball! You might be able to beat the blindfolded me, or maybe not. But I can guarantee it's going to be fun!"

A vein protrudes from the werewolf's forehead. He clenched the practice-useless iron sword in his hand: "You are courting death yourself, don't blame me when your nose is swollen and blue!"

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you, little furball!" Berelder stepped back and made a defiant gesture: "Let's play!"

So Bedivere rushed up and aimed a sword at Berelder's forehead!

Meanwhile, somewhere in Cairo.

"Hmmmm..." Palamedis slowly opened his eyes and got up from the ground. His forehead was as uncomfortable as being kicked by a donkey, filled with dizziness and pain.

"I...where am I?" The big cat turned to look around. The surrounding environment is very dark, but the air is filled with a strange smell of toasted marshmallows.

Palramidis struggled to organize his thoughts before he remembered that he was in the middle of a date with Rosetta, the queen of gems.

By the way, Palamidis finally remembered that Rosetta asked him to help pick the cocoons of the desert magic silkworm and try to use the silk extracted from that cocoon to make clothes. However, Rosetta deceived Palamidis fiercely, and the silk obtained was not used to make clothes. The Queen of Gems used magic to control the silk and instantly tied Palamidis. .

Palamidis, who was unable to struggle at the time, soon fell into a coma due to the illusion of Rosetta, the queen of gems. The moment he was wrapped in silk and couldn't move at all was his last memory before he fainted.

"From now on you will be my slave." Palamides remembered what Rosetta, the Queen of Gems, said to him before he fainted.

But it's weird, why?

What the **** is Rosetta doing and what does it want? Palamidis couldn't help but wonder.

If a big man like her really intends to find a man to play with, it's just a matter of hand. Why is she looking for Palamidis, why is it Palamidis? Could it be that she has a special fascination with orcs—especially leopards...?

Palamidis frowned. He knew so little about the current situation that it would be pointless to speculate. Anyway, let's get out of this hell. However------

Palamidis tried to find a way to escape in this dark, almost invisible chamber, but to no avail. With his touch, he could vaguely feel that this should be a bedroom. After all, he touched a bed, a bedside table, and a small round stool beside the bedside table~IndoMTL.com~ But unfortunately, there are no lights in this room, There is no button to turn on the light, nor any lighting items. This dark secret room doesn't even seem to have doors or windows, it's completely a closed space.

To make matters worse, Palamidis found out at this time that he was actually completely naked.

That's right, in this darkness, his clothes were already stripped naked, and he didn't even have a pair of underpants in the room. He sighed, and now he began to feel that the darkness was also an advantage for him, after all, he would not feel ashamed for not wearing clothes.

But what's next? The room is an absolute secret room, and there is no way out. Palamidis felt secluded in his heart, and the other party threw him naked into this secret room, and it would not end like this. Is this some kind of prank? Or is it really a kind of rape, the process of turning an ordinary person into a slave? He once heard such a legend. This is the common method used by human traffickers, trapping a normal person who has just caught naked in a dark room with no light, and wiping out the person's will little by little. In the end, it was only released when the person was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Slaves who have been raped in this way will be very obedient and will not dare to escape or resist.

------Is this kind of unlucky thing really happened to Palamidis?