Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1521: Awakening to the Night (15)

Chapter 1521 Awakening to Night (15)

Ten minutes later, in [Battleship Britannia------The Palamedis of the Assault], in King Arthur's bedroom.

"So," Arthur was a little dissatisfied with being woken up in the middle of the night, took a sip of black tea and tried to suppress the anger back in his stomach: "Bediver, you came to me late at night, what's the urgency?"

"Um..." The werewolf blushed and said timidly: "You may not believe me when I say it, Arthur. But..."

He swallowed, "I think I found my son."

Arthur frowned and tried to adjust his position in his chair to make himself more comfortable: "Beddie, you said that your wife and son are dead, they died in The monster's hand. That monster... seems to be called [Snow White God], if I remember correctly?"

"Yes, yes, I know, I did say that." Bedivere sighed, "But I just saw with that headband, my son isn't dead. He's there. "

"Is that the headband for reconnaissance?" Arthur frowned again: "I heard that the headband seems to be broken? Isn't the remaining function of the headband just to promote sleep?"

"Yes, it is," Bedivere explained awkwardly, "but the Holy Spirit from the headband hasn't actually been wiped out, it's been sealed in something called the world in the picture. I fell asleep. After that, it became to control the Holy Spirit to move in the world in the painting, and then, in order to escape from that world, I fought with the oriental demon dragon there."

Arthur blinked, gave no comment, and listened quietly.

"Then I controlled the Holy Spirit and escaped to a dark place. Then I saw my son." Bedivere went on to explain, and more and more excited, full of tears: "I did see him! He recognizes me too! My son! My lovely son! He calls me Daddy! He's grown up a lot, but he's still the cute little boy he used to be. He's still alive, in this world, waiting I'm going to find him!"

"Wait, calm down, Bedivere." Seeing the werewolf youth so excited, Arthur couldn't help handing a cup of tea: "Drink the tea first and calm down."

"But..."

Arthur glared at Bedivere.

"Okay..." The werewolf youth picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Arthur looked at Bedivere dispassionately: "So, your claim is that you were wearing that headband in sync with the sense of the Holy Spirit, and then entered some special subterranean where the Holy Spirit is called the world in the picture. space, and defeated the guardian in that space... something like that, and escaped. After you escaped, you were immediately teleported to your son's side, and made your son recognize that it was just a spirit body. You who can't speak?"

Bediver nodded vigorously, the tea still sliding down his throat, but the tea was so hot that he wanted to spit it out. However, he didn't want to offend King Arthur, so he desperately swallowed the scalding hot tea.

"Bedivere, I don't want to hit you, but everything you said feels like a dream." Arthur looked up and down the werewolf youth.

Bediver looks terrible now. The werewolf was almost naked, and it was only because someone protested that he barely put on a pair of pants, and the werewolf slept hazy, the hair on his body was messy, and the corners of his eyes were still glued with eyelashes and a few eyelashes that were about to fall off. All in all, the current Bedivere seems to be not awake or even sleepwalking. How credible what he said is really not a compliment.

"I believe in you, Bedivere," Arthur said, however.

"Arthur, you...trust me?"

"I believe in you." The King of Knights shrugged and repeated: "Although your words have no logic at all, and you seem to be awake now, it is impossible to believe what you have just experienced. Everything is not a dream. Although there is no evidence to prove your words, I will believe you."

"...Really?" Even Bedivere himself didn't quite believe in himself. He suddenly ran over to talk to Arthur just now with a feverish mind. Now that he recalled the content of what he said, he couldn't help but feel that his words were indeed very true. Stupid, neither makes sense nor logical, and is not much different from sleep talk.

"Beddie, you're one of the best friends in my life." Arthur took a sip of his tea and sighed, "You don't need a reason to believe in a friend. If you still believe what you just said. If you want to, then I will go back and believe those words, unconditionally. So what do you want to do with this matter? Do you continue to believe it? Or do you plan to wipe it all out as a dream? The time has run out It's late, you can decide now."

"I...I believe." Bedivere took a deep breath. "I believe my son is alive. I would like to believe so."

"Since you believe so---" Arthur said in a cogent manner.

Bediver's eyes gleamed with hope: "Since I believe, then, no matter how big the world is, no matter how difficult it is to find him, I will find him one day. his."

"Welcome to our club." Arthur smiled and held out his hand to Bedivere for a handshake: "This is what I've been waiting for, Bedivere."

"Uh... what?"

"You now have enough motivation to participate in the round table trial." The King of Knights said happily: "Then you should embrace this dream and go for it. In order to find your most cherished family again, You have the most legitimate and powerful dream. Your dream will blossom and create a powerful Holy Spirit. And when you become the Knights of the Round Table, I promise you, even with all the strength of the Knights of the Round Table, you will Help you find your son. I look forward to the day you will meet again."

"Yeah!" said Bedivere with tears in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with the King of Knights: "Thank you, Arthur. I will definitely become a Knight of the Round Table, and I will definitely find ha-- ---"

"Hey, don't say it." Arthur interrupted Bedivere, "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know anything about your son, not even his name, until you become a Knight of the Round Table. You are one of my best friends, Bedivere. If I knew your son's name, then, even if there was no such thing as the Round Table Trial, I'm afraid I can't help but want to help you track down your son's whereabouts. That won't work. I want you to be a knight of the round table before we can help you find your son with dignity. I like to save the most anticipated things for last, Bedivere."

"You're right, Arthur. I won't talk about my son again. We'll talk about this when I'm a Knight of the Round Table." The werewolf shrugged and rose from his chair. "Okay. , I have to go back to rest. There is a game tomorrow."

"It's getting late, you should stay tonight." Arthur took another sip of tea: "I have ordered Cador to arrange a dormitory for you. Go and rest in your dorm."

"Okay then." The werewolf youth then bid farewell to the King of Knights and pushed out the door.

Arthur looked worriedly at Bedivere's disappearing figure.

Meanwhile, in Prince Kay's mansion.

"That's real! Husky really saw Papa!" The canine boy was also trying his best to explain to his evil uncle: "That ghost-like thing must be Papa! He Practicing punches in front of Husky, that's what Dad has been doing in the morning, it's just the same!"

"Little devil, I think you're sleepy, right...?" Shi Xing looked distrustful. After all, a spirit body suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and it happened to be Husky's father, the probability was astronomically low.

Therefore, Xinghuilong persuaded in a low voice: "I know you miss your father very much, but jumping up in the middle of the night like this is not the solution. Go to sleep, okay?"

"But! But...!" The dog boy was still reluctant to give up.

"Then what do you want, kid?" Shaxing couldn't take it anymore, and seemed to get rid of Husky's entanglement as soon as possible: "I'm going to let me take you out for a flight to find your father. Do you want to trace your father's whereabouts? Or use my sense of smell to track your father's whereabouts? Let me explain to you first, I can't feel any special smell in this room. Except for you and me, and I've been here for a while No one has come in or out except for Kai."

The evil star's photon smell may not necessarily be able to sense the spirit body - especially the one operated by Bedivere, a long-distance reconnaissance Holy Spirit composed purely of photons. That Holy Spirit was as colorless and odorless as the air, and there was no trace left after it flew away.

"Ugh..." Husky sat down unhappily, sitting on the bed with his back to the evil star.

"Don't be like that, kid. What do you think of me?" The evil star at this time just didn't want to mention it. But in fact, what he fears in his heart is probably the easiest to understand reality.

If the spirit that came to Husky was real, does all this mean that Husky's dad had already become...that...thing?

------Does this mean that ~IndoMTL.com~ Husky's dad has passed away?

This child still stubbornly believes that his father is still alive, just quarreled with his mother and divorced. This child still doesn't know how to accept death, so after witnessing so many life and death recently, he has nightmares and hallucinations like that? All in all, this kid is mentally unstable and a potential troublemaker.

The evil star thought.

Perhaps it's time to think of a way to distract Husky.

"Do you know? I can teach you swordsmanship." Sha Xing said.

"Uh, really, Uncle Shaman Wang?" Husky turned his head.

"Really." Xing Huilong coaxed and coaxed: "If you don't become stronger, how can you find your dad in the crowd? It's not impossible for me to teach you a little swordsmanship. , but it's getting late, let's talk about this tomorrow. Would you like to sleep first?"

"Well... well, Wang." The simple dog boy was deceived like this.