Light Spirit Epic Chapter 698: Travel for Trials (1)

Chapter 698 Trials (1)

At the same time, the dark continent of the East. "You can say **the first*(..)"

A figure stands in front of a huge crater as he tests the volcano in preparation for his trip.

"Mr. Li." Another figure appeared behind this person and handed over an object: "This is the final test. If everything goes well, you can go out."

"Very good." The figure took the object and threw it into the lava of the volcano.

Zizz zi zi zi. The object kept muffled in the thousand-degree heat of the lava, as if it was about to be melted. But it has amazing heat and pressure resistance, and it still hasn't burned or melted in the extreme environment of lava pools.

"Successful." The figure in the back, probably a student, said happily: "In this way, the new one can be completed."

"We will be saved. Maybe." The figure in front, who was called by his students, replied in a calm, mechanical voice that was neither excited nor disappointed, "I will leave tomorrow. I just hope it's not too late. I just hope we can survive."

"You will definitely survive. Because teacher, you are a genius, you will definitely be able to save all of us and bring hope to Nanliang."

"Hope?" The teacher's tone was still calm, but the suppressed unease in his tone was vaguely revealed from the tremor of his words: "I hope so."

(If there is still hope in this world, it must not be in this country.)

(This place has been completely swallowed by the boundless darkness, what hope is there?)

Because he is so smart, he has already seen everything.

He never intended to bring-bring-hope to this country from the beginning; what he really wanted to do was bring-go-hope to the people on the other side of the wall.

"Wait for me, King Arthur," he muttered to himself, staring at the hot lava pool.

Three days later. In the wilderness of the West Siberian plain.

The sun was shining today, Bedivere got up from the sand, sleepy-eyed he looked helplessly at Albert who had occupied his big bed.

It seems that he is used to the life here. The tiger man in only a pair of shorts slept soundly on Bedivere's bed.

Seeing this scene, the angry werewolf kicked the tiger man out of bed: "Get up!! How long do you want to stay in my bed?!"

I'd rather have one less than a bad friend by mistake. This sentence Bedivere has a deep understanding at this moment.

The angry werewolf thought of a solution. He dug out an object from the pile of clothes and slowly put it in front of Albert's nose.

(Really bearable?)

"Ouch!" He finally couldn't help it, and he jumped up: "It smells so bad!! What did you put in my nose?!"

The werewolf youth sneered: "Hehe, you finally woke up? You lazy cat."

Albert rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then he now had something hanging in front of his nose.

It turned out to be his smelly socks!

The young tiger man was immediately furious: "Bedivere, you pervert! How dare you wake me up with something like this?!"

"What if you don't? You won't even wake up." The werewolf looked at the tiger man with disgust. "Also, you don't wash your dirty clothes. I want to do it for you. You know your socks have How stinky? And I even have to wash my underwear for you, disgusting!"

"Aren't you going to wash your own clothes too, meow? Just a few more ones by the way!" Albert scratched his belly with a look of remorse: "Don't be so stingy, I'll help you when you have time. washed."

"No, thank you." The werewolf snapped back: "I don't want a sloppy guy like you to deal with my clothes."

"Obviously I don't even wear meows, I know how to run naked all day long---" Albert sneered at Bedivere's shorts.

"You're not much better!" The werewolf scolded: "Go and freshen up, breakfast will be ready soon."

Ten minutes later.

Albert sat at the wooden table, eating freshly fried sausages and drinking freshly warmed milk, enjoying the comfort of his morning contentedly.

"Actually, I wanted to ask a long time ago," the tiger swallowed the sausage and looked at the bread in the werewolf's hand curiously: "Where did you conjure these foods? What kind of magic is this?"

"I haven't changed anything, everything is made out of this room." Bedivere took a sip of milk, "There seems to be an infinite amount of things that can be changed, basically anything you want to eat can be changed.- --As for where these things come from, don't be too particular about it."

"I don't know the details either, don't ask me." Bedivere was annoyed by the question, and began to dodge: "Anyway, it's fine if you don't starve to death."

"Hey, do you know what an enviable life you are living?" Seeing Brady's disapproval, Al immediately became angry, "You don't have to go to work, and you don't have to worry about living expenses. If you are hungry, you will have something to eat, and if you are tired, you will have a warm home waiting for you. This kind of life is like a life in the kingdom of heaven! How can you still look dissatisfied?!"

"But that's all." The werewolf replied in a cold tone: "The lost person will never come back. I am the only one left in this once lively hut."

Albert had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and as soon as he heard Bedivere say it, he immediately continued: "---Oh, you are not one, and I am here."

"Go to hell, you know the guy who rubs the rice!" Bedivere really wanted to slap Albert in the face.

"Hey hey hey, anyway, you are lonely meow, lonely meow, it's always a good thing to have someone to accompany me~"

"I'd rather find a beautiful girl to accompany you, thank you." The werewolf glared at the other party again: "Be honest, how long are you staying at my house? Don't you need to go back to the hunter organization to report?"

As soon as he was questioned, Albert immediately lowered his head, drooped his ears, and pretended to be very aggrieved: "Don't ask me. Luffy is dead, and I don't know how to explain this time to the hunter organization. You are not willing to accompany me to testify, this is clearly trying to trap me in injustice."

The werewolf said coldly: "It's none of my business. You killed someone, even if you spend ten or eight years in prison, it's your own fault, and it has nothing to do with me! --- Or, go to prison quickly. Squat in there, don't stay at my house!"

"Who is your friend!" The werewolf scolded again: "Get out of my house!"

The werewolf is anxious: "What do you want? Do you really want to live here forever?"

"Really not meow?"

"No! You are affecting my practice!" Bedivere firmly refused: "My practice has fallen far behind, and if it continues like this---"

"Why do you work so hard to practice, meow." Albert squinted at the werewolf youth: "In my opinion, you are already strong enough. Besides, you have a worry-free life, and you are still cultivating there. Aren't you asking for trouble, meow?"

Bedivere's face turned serious immediately.

No, it's more of a daze than seriousness.

He tried to remember a promise, made with someone long ago.

But he just can't remember.

"Not to avenge your wife and children, meow?" Albert narrowed his eyes at the werewolf and asked in a tentative tone, "Not to kill meow?"

"But you've already done it. You've eliminated the God of Armor." The tiger man asked, "So, what do you have left to do, meow?"

He can't remember.

In order to get stronger, he constantly uses some kind of red potion. But that potion was also eroding his memory, causing him to gradually forget his original intention and the most important thing!

"Look back soon, Bedivere." Albert leaned into the werewolf's ear and murmured hypnotically, "What are you doing, what are you doing, and why do you want to become stronger?

What is your purpose?

What is your ideal?

What are you looking for and what are you looking for?

---Answer me, Bedivere! "

The answer surprised even Albert: "Arthur? You mean,---that---a---King Arthur?!"

Just a verbal agreement ~IndoMTL.com~ Bedivere has always taken it to heart.

Even if the pact faded from his memory, he didn't really forget it. He responded to this agreement with day after day and year after year of assiduous practice.

The early spring of AD 526—just seven years from the day Bedivere and Arthur made a pact.

In the past seven years, without a day falling, without a moment's slack, Bedivere has honed himself like a sharp sword.

The werewolf breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely relieved. At this time, he finally remembered everything.

"You're right, Albert---there's no time to waste here. I have to go, to return to the King's team and be Arthur's strength."

"I'm going to take the selection test for the Knights of the Round Table," Bedivere whispered. () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!