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An hour later, on a cliff near the Iceisland Palace.

Tristan slashed his sword, aiming straight for Bedivere's throat.

Werewolf Boy raised his sword to block, using the smooth surface of the ice sword to deflect the opponent's attack. He squatted down, and used his sword to stab towards the opponent's lower abdomen!

Seeing that his attack was blocked, Merman Boy slashed backwards, forcing Bedivere who was in the middle of attacking to roll away.

But Werewolf Boy was also not someone to be trifled with, at the same time that he rolled, he slashed at Tristan's leg.

With the power of rotation, the sword force slashed towards Tristan's lower abdomen. Merman Boy had no choice but to jump and dodge. At the same time as he jumped, in order to protect himself, he made a preemptive strike and struck down with his sword!

Using this as a fulcrum, he used his sword to support himself on the ground. His entire body drew half a arc, easily dodging the opponent's attack. After parrying the opponent's attack, he instantly counterattacked with his sword!

Pow! The ice sword stabbed out in a straight line, fast and ruthless, unavoidable! It poked at Merman Boy's shoulder and shattered instantly before it could even see blood, leaving no one injured. Tristan added the order "shatter upon touching the opponent" to the ice sword as a safety precaution — After all, they were just practicing and not fighting with their lives.

"Whew, whew, whew." "Bedivere dropped the sword hilt in his hand, panting. No, let me take a break. "

"No, one more match," Tristan panted, but he did not want to lose, "The match has to be decided, doesn't it?" "

"No, that's enough. After so many fights, we still haven't been able to determine the victor. This proves that our strength is about the same." Next time, we'll decide the victor. "Werewolf Boy was worried that if we continued to fight, it would harm our relationship." It's time for me to go back, Arthur and the others are starting to worry. "

"No, no, I'm going to fight until the end!" Merman Boy rolled on the ground and shouted as he danced.

"Don't be willful, your home …" Bedivere had only refused halfway, his body involuntarily started to move, and he said: "Alright, alright, let's do it again …"

Merman Boy was startled and looked at Bedivere with disappointment: "I'm sorry, did I do this to you again … "

"What?" Bedivere regained his senses, his heart was filled with a wave of disgust: "You, what did you do to me just now?!" You hypnotized me?! "

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I also couldn't control my own strength. I could hypnotize him if I wasn't careful when I spoke. Tristan felt wronged.

"Wait a minute." I've just told you so many things about yourself, and you're the one who hypnotized me into saying them?! How can you do this! Werewolf Boy was enraged. He felt a sense of shame and privacy being seen naked, as if he had been hypnotised and forced to strip naked for his opponent to see. Being violated like that, even the good-natured Bedivere was about to be angered!

"I'm sorry." "I was just casually asking, but you said it, and your story is so interesting, so infatuated with me that I unknowingly asked more and more questions —" The Merman Boy said in a low voice.

"You son of a bitch!" Bedivere shouted in anger. But very quickly, he suppressed his anger. Looking at Merman Boy, he sighed and asked: "Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose? "

"Really not." I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Tristan kneeled down and apologized repeatedly.

Bedivere could not see any falsity in his opponent's eyes, only pure guilt.

"Really …" Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. But, don't ever do it again! Bedivere said helplessly.

"Yes, yes, I promise." The Merman Boy was overjoyed. "It's great that you can forgive me!" "

"That's a convenient ability." If you were to say something, others would listen to your every word. Wouldn't you want the wind to win the wind, the rain to lose the rain? Bedivere looked up and down at Merman Boy.

Bedivere did not have a deep understanding of hypnosis. In fact, when a hypnotist sends out photons with hypnosis messages in the environment, speaking is just one of the full, non-essential requirements of hypnosis. During the time he communicated with Tristan, he had always been affected by the effects of the hypnotism, and the hint he gave was: [Listen to Tristan's instructions.]

"Not at all." "Since young, everyone has been following me. They will do whatever I tell them to do." They only listen to me because of my identity or my hypnosis, and no one really does anything because they identify with me. In the end, I'm just a useless piece of trash who can't do anything and gets everything done for me. What's so great about that? "

Bedivere looked at Tristan blankly for a while, then he let out a long sigh. "Then, you're the same as me. When my people were exterminated, there was nothing I could do. Grandfather's village was robbed by the Ferocious Tooth Race, so I can't do anything either. While Arthur was fighting, I could only watch from the side and could do nothing. In the end, I'm just a useless piece of trash.

But Arthur had also said that being weak was not scary at all. So, don't hang your head there and take out some courage. "

"Biddy!"

Werewolf Boy revealed a serious expression and said: "We are friends, right? Not because of your hypnosis, but because you've really made friends. You didn't say you wanted me to be your friend, but I already consider you a friend. Is this also your false illusion? "

"No, no." "Thank you, Bedivere." You really are my friend, my first real friend. "

"Well, you're so pathetic that I made an exception for you to be my friend." The Werewolf Boy laughed.

"Stupid, you're the one who's pitiful!" The Merman Boy said with a red face.

"So, go back?" "Don't worry about it," Bedivere said. "

"Uh-huh!" Tristan replied with a smile.

The Merman Boy, who was walking at the back, turned to look at the snowy flowerbed on the cliff and whispered, "Do you see that, Daddy?" I've made friends. "

The sea breeze blew, and the snowflakes on the flower fields rolled like snow-white waves, as if responding to the youth's words.

Under the snowflake, on an ancient stone tablet, there was a line of words that could still be faintly seen:

The greatest in history? Beijing hero, Victor. Tristan's long sleep? This, at the age of seventy-six? Love your wife? Stand, AD 5? Year.

A portion of the weathered stone monuments had long since become unrecognizable. They could only describe the vicissitudes of history on this cliff.