Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1082 Searching for Secrets in Shahai IV

The werewolf cautiously touched into the dark and dilapidated room, stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous slate, picked up the hidden switch under the slate, and jumped in from the open hole.

"Smelly!" Arthur complained as he jumped into the hidden underground cave. "What is this smell? Sword Jacques can live in this ghost place!"

"Oh..." Biddiville endured the unpleasant smell of the cave, and ran to the front of the iron house in the depths of the cave: "Hey, stinky, are you still alive?"

When he casually opened the door of the Iron House, he ushered in a raid that almost killed him.

Hey! A thief boy rushed out of the room, holding broken glass fragments in his hand and attacking Bediville!

"Wow!" The werewolf leaned back and avoided the sneak attack of the boy. Fortunately, he responded quickly enough, otherwise the sharp glass fragments in the other hand would cut Badiweier's throat!

thump! The boy couldn’t make a sneak attack and immediately fell down.

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

I saw that there was no one in the iron house. The rope that originally tied the two thieves was freed. One of the teenagers had already escaped, leaving only the other little devil to ambush Bediville.

"It turns out." Arthur looked at the left arm of the boy who was not naturally distorted, and the rope that was tied to the teenager's feet and cut off half of the blood stained with glass: "Try to get your left hand off, Do you have room to unbundle?"

"This guy deliberately hurts his palm in order to let his brother run away, using blood to moisten the hemp rope that binds the footsteps...in order to make the rope easier to cut." The Cavaliers looked at the right of the dying child. palm. The palm of the hand holding the glass fragments was already bloody, and the blood on it had condensed into pieces. It was fixed on the palm of the hand by the sticky: "So, he let the brothers run away, but he did not have the strength to escape. So stay here and ambush us..."

"Almost let him get rid of it." The werewolf walked over and carefully opened the juvenile's palm and threw the pieces of glass away.

Unexpectedly, the boy came back with a counterattack and crossed the edge of Bediville with his right hand with blood. The teenager probably thought that the glass fragments in his hand were still there - his hands were unaware - thinking that he could kill Bediville with the glass fragments that no longer exist: "Matt... escape! Escape! Let these... stinky guys catch!"

"Bad boy!" Biddivil grabbed the boy's hair and lifted the other person up: "I have already let you reflect on one night. How can you still change your thief? Let's say, where is your brother?!"

"Oh..." The boy did not answer, and it seems that he really fell into a coma this time. He was full of foul smells other than **** smells. He was kept in the room all night, and his urine and urine were scattered in his pants. The honor was simply impossible to look directly at.

"Put him down first, Bedyville." Arthur said in a calm tone: "Don't you ask questions from this child? If he dies, the information we need will not be available."

"Hey!" The werewolf threw the thief boy on the ground. He was almost sneaked and killed. He is still full of anger and has no mood to save the dying teenager.

Arthur took off his head and revealed a refreshing short top. He took a large medical chest from the dark space of his belt and scared Bediville.

"Subspace magic." The Cavaliers opened the medicine chest with a smile. The huge medical kit was taken from a sub-space storage bag in his belt: "Now, let me help replace the child's clothes." Or come and bandage his wound, you choose one."

"Hey!" The werewolf looked at the boy's dirty pants: "This filthy work can't be handed over to Arthur! Go and treat him!"

"Very good." Arthur had already picked up the boy's left arm and took back the dislocated arm in a skillful manner.

ten minutes later.

A drop of water fell from the sky and dripped on the corner of the thief's mouth.

"Oh..." The boy whispered softly and opened his eyes slowly.

"Good bitter...!" He complained when he was just awake.

"This is a highly concentrated potion made from multivitamins, which is good for your body," King Arthur whispered.

"Wow!" I didn't expect the thief boy to wake up from the ground and want to escape.

"Oh--" But his body was so weak that he couldn't even get up, and he only fell to the ground when he jumped less than a foot.

"Is it weak to be like this?" The werewolf just washed the dirt on the boy's body with water, and used the cloak that Arthur took off as a quilt to cover the thief boy: "Honest. We are not bad people, we will not harm." your."

"Yesterday (still put) I was tied with Matt and closed for one night..." The Egyptian teenager complained in his very unfamiliar English.

auzw.com "Oh, what's wrong with banned thieves?" Bettiville looked unhappy: "Or, is it better to send you to the police station?"

"No! Don't go (police station)!" The thief teenager flustered: "(The friends who went there) never came back!"

"Human traffickers." Arthur lowered his voice and explained to Biddiville: "Like this homeless wandering population, if they go in to the police station, they will not come out. They will usually be transported secretly and sent to be slaves." ""

"Long time, long time, don't be a slave!" The thief boy exclaimed: "Don't send (me) to go (police station)!"

"Then you will tell all the information about Juggernaut Jacques!" The werewolf waited for the little devil: "When did Yake appear here? Why is it here? What are you and Yake?" relationship?!"

"Uncle...?" There was a doubt on the face of the boy named Jiu Te: "Uncle is the uncle... long time ago (always)."

This words heard Beddyville confused: "What do you mean?"

"(A long time ago) was a long time ago. "The English of this thief boy is very bad. It is especially difficult to understand: "There were a lot of people here... everyone took the stolen things, (for uncle) ...but I don't know how (there are fewer and fewer people)... (finally) I am left with Matt."

Arthur first learned the truth of the matter from the boy's confession. It should have been the assembly place of a young thief gang, and Juggernaut Arthur was the leader or agent of the thief. He harvested stolen goods from the hands of the teenagers and exchanged them with food to raise the thieves. However, the law and order situation in Zwarr is getting worse and worse, and the police’s crackdown is correspondingly growing. The rogue thief teenagers are probably arrested one by one and sent to be slaves.

In the end, this little boy is left—perhaps the most clever, cautious, and fastest-moving teenager in the thieves' group, so he lived to the present. But all this is no longer important.

"You work for the uncle, but you don't know the uncle's coming?" Biddyville asked with suspicion.

"Well... the first is that Naklu said that there is a famous uncle here (you can use food for food)... Then everyone came." Jiu Ting recalled with difficulty: "This is more than (direct) stealing food (more) Belly...so everyone is here."

And Yake, it is estimated that the stolen goods stolen from the teenagers were sent to the black market for money, and then bought back to the food to help the stray children - Arthur thought.

"Uncle is the earliest (time of appearance)... I think, it should be ten years ago? If it is early, Jiutte is still not sensible, I don't know..."

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

Jiu Te panicked and shouted: "No! Don't! I beg you!!"

"Zwark has no place to accommodate you street kids! The uncle will not give you food again!" The werewolf gave the boy a cold look: "So, what are you going to do? Do you have to stay in this way all the time?" In the cave, starve to death?"

"I don't care!" Jiutte waved his hands and feet and protested: "There is food here! A lot of food! It's been a long time for Matt and Matt to eat for a few years!! (We) Don't steal, don't steal, honestly live! "

Beddyville really wanted to give this stinky a slap, but he still held back. God knows it. Bedieville has no obligation to take care of such stray children. They like to die, let them die.

"Huh." The Cavaliers smiled and stood up. He looked up at the boy in the high ground: "The kid, you like to kill yourself here, it is also a good choice. But I can send you to the orphanage in Great Britain. There are three meals a day, clean clothes and beds, and desserts and small gifts every holiday. The only condition is that you have to be an honest person and you are not allowed to steal anything in the future. Is it OK?"

At that moment, the thief’s face showed hesitation.

Bedieville looked at the Cavaliers reluctantly: "Arthur, you really don't have to take care of this dregs..."

I didn't expect Arthur to turn white and look at the werewolf: "What is the situation in Egypt, but you can't control it. But Great Britain is not so poor that even such street children can't afford it."

The thief boy stunned again, and his eyes suddenly burst into tears, reluctantly saying: "No... no!"

"what?"

"Matt (also) didn't come back!... Don't go! (I) I have to wait here (Matt)!" This little devil is particularly reluctant in strange places.

"Your younger brother?" Bettiville couldn't help but sneer with a disgusting sneer: "You twisted your arms, and finally untied the rope and let him escape. What about him? He left you here for a whole day, Even if you look back at you, you will not be distracted! Is this guy worth waiting for?"

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

At this time, something fell from the entrance to this hidden underground cave.

"Arthur!" The werewolf only felt an amazing killing, and a **** smell that was almost suffocating.

He exclaimed and turned to look at it. I saw it in the cave. It was an ugly and inexplicable monster: a desert konjac with blood in his body!

"Long...spec........." The inhumane thing, from the depths of the throat, makes an illegible cry.