Chapter 375: Advise to the Jedi (3)

Chapter 375 Admonishment to the Jedi (3)
At noon the next day, Albert was banned at home and almost mad. He impatiently paced back and forth in every corner of the room, from time to time on the bed, rolling back and forth on the sofa, and then pushed open the window and looked out. He is like a hamster drinking coffee.
Bedyville shook his head and sat quietly on the floor. "Ayr, calm down, let's play poker again. You have been banned for three days by the Rabbi chief. Now it's been the next day, and the time is passing."
"Noisy! You don't want to think that a big man like me needs a lot of exercise!" The tiger man said, rolling back and forth on the bed, messing up the sheets. "Your story is over, I am going to be bored." Ah, ah, ah!"
"I live too short, and the adventure story is not long enough. I am very sorry." Biddyville said grievously. "More, this is my turn to bed this evening, you sleep on the sofa. Please keep the sheets clean. Your tiger It’s not good to sort out the hair on the bed!"
"嗷" The tiger boy is helpless. "I am not in the mood to quarrel with you. If I don't go out, I will be moldy in the room!"
"Isn't that just right?" Bedieville looked at the dark sky outside the window. The dark clouds are still accumulating, and the heavy rain that began yesterday at noon has not stopped.
Moreover, I heard that this scale is very large, covering the entire dark area. Although this timely rain saved the drought in the dark areas, it obscured the already poor sunshine.
In the next two or three days, the whole world will be moldy. In fact, Albert's room was already a musty.
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Bedyville looked at the white tiger lying on the bed, the tiger's hair was messy and it didn't look so clean. The source of that strange smell is the tiger, and he is still rolling on the sheets that Beddyville is going to sleep tonight.
Bettyville’s inspiration: "Ah, in fact, there should be a way for us to have a chance to go out and idle. Although it is only a short period of time."
Ayr jumped out of bed: "What?!"
"Bathing?" The Rabbi patriarch was busy dealing with his official duties. He signed a bunch of strategic documents. He did not hide these instruments from Brady, because Brady could not understand the words of the evil people.
"The hot spring!" said Albert, "just on that hill, soak it up, can you always? We won't run around, and we will be accompanied by guards."
"You have to waste precious guards to accompany your two boys." Roble is very unwilling.
"But I haven't taken a bath for two days!" Albert looked at his father with a pitiful look. "Look, I'm going to stink!"
"Be patient. Other villages lack water, and even people who can't take a shower for a few years have it." Robb didn't think so. "What do you think of your kid not taking a bath for two days?"
"Dad, you have black hair, you don't have a bath for ten years. I can be different! This white hair, you can see it without taking a bath for two days!" Albert continued to smash a bunch of care, "Look The hairs in my armpits are all yellow -"
"Enough!" Roble couldn't stand the temptation of his son (especially the body odor), and finally retreated. "Go, let's go back ten minutes later."
"I can't even clean my in ten minutes!"
"Half an hour! - Now, get out of the way!" Roble said.
Ayr looked like a sly look, and spit his tongue and turned and ran out. Bedieville smiled in a sigh of relief and was planning to go out.
"Silver wolf, I know what you did yesterday. Do you think that the relationship between Tutan and ours can reduce the combat power of the orc coalition?" Roble said suddenly.
"I didn't intend to leave you," said Bediville. "I just want to tell the adults of Tutan that even if life is hard, you should not give up your living dignity."
"Oh, oh. Also [living dignity]!?" Roebuck angered. "In the Egyptian massacre, did humanity give us [living dignity]?
When the orcs are alive, humans want to enslave them. Even when the orcs die, humans have to get rid of their fur. What is this [living dignity], even [dead dignity] is not! "
Brady turned his head and looked sadly at the tiger: "I am sorry about your eldest son. But what is wrong is a part of human beings. You want to avenge all human beings, even those who are innocent. Human beings are also involved in it? What can you get in revenge? It’s just adding sorrow."
Roble was not persuaded. On the contrary, the anger in his eyes burned even more vigorously. He said to the werewolf teenager in a resentful and ridiculous tone: "Do you know that your father was killed by me?"
Bedyville was silent.
In the face of Brady's silence, Roble pulled out a sword. The sword is chilling and cold: "At the clan assembly, I used this sword to break your father's stomach.
I watched his intestines spill from the belly. "
The werewolf teenager was shocked, but the other party did not stop.
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"I didn't stop, I squatted, cut his stomach, cut his trachea, cut his throat, and divided his head into two."
Brady's legs were soft and fell back. He sat on the ground and watched the whole person of Roble push him in front of him!
"I finally used this sword to open his chest and dig out his still beating heart."
The werewolf boy panted, his anger and panic reached the highest peak. The enemy who killed him in front of him forced him to the front of the boy. The two face to face, and the distance between them was only one inch!
"How, kid? I said this, can you still say that it doesn't matter, don't want revenge?!"
"H, ha, ha, I don't want to!" The werewolf teenager gasped, and the anger was overwhelmed. His pupils shrank to a minimum because of extreme excitement!
"Really a hypocrite! Then-" Roble handed the sword to the hands of Bedyville: "Come on! The weapon is in your hand! - This is the sword I used to kill your father!" You really don't want to use this sword to report your murder of the Father?"
The cold sword became hot in the hands of the werewolf teenager. The anger of hatred heats every inch of the skin of the wolf, and every hair is heated to near the ignition point. He clenched his sword, his hands trembled, and the hot sweat came out from the end of his hair, falling like a raindrop, slamming on the wooden floor.
Sting down. A voice echoed in the minds of the werewolf teenagers.
Sting down and end everything.
This is a shortcut to killing the Father. This is also a shortcut to end this war.
Sting down, end everything, then the world is clean!
"No!!!!" Bedieville burst into the power of madness, and he became a burly behemoth, and suddenly he fell Robb to the ground!
"Hello, ah, ah, ah!"
The giant wolf slashed the sword and stabbed Robb.
A second later, Bedieville returned to the original shape.
Just beside Robb's lower abdomen, there is a small hole. The sword was deeply immersed in the floor, and only a small wound was drawn between the tiger's waist.
Brady is not missing. In a crucial moment, he used his sensibility to press his anger and let the sword be stabbed.
Roble looked at the werewolf boy in disappointment. The revenge comedy he had hoped for did not happen, but the forgiveness of the enemy was exchanged.
"You are a coward. Don't even kill the father and the enemy?" He said hard, but the answer is what he knows best.
"I don't dare to kill you." Bettiville cried quietly. "But I can't kill you. I killed you, Ayr will be sad. He is my friend, and I will never do it." A thing that hurts a friend.
One father killed another father, and his son avenged his father and killed the father. The father’s son also killed the son for revenge. The son also has his own son, and the son of the son continues to kill the son of the enemy. The two groups have been killed each other for generations. Do you have to kill until there is no one left?
So that generations of hatred will continue from generation to generation, will this world change?
Please, don't go back to resentment! There is enough sorrow in this world, there is no need to let it continue to grow! Let it go! "
Until now, Roble has finally understood that this werewolf boy is a genuine righteous person.
He will not go crazy because of revenge, nor will he be mad because of resentment. Although immature and clumsy, the soul of Bediville is incomparably pure and kind.
This is also the realm that Roble can't reach in his lifetime. Losing his eldest son, Robert, has forgotten what is forgiveness and has thoroughly become the evil spirit of revenge.
What makes us so unbearable?
What makes us so small, not even a thin child?
After Bourdiville turned and left, Roble was still quietly rethinking.
The words of a young man have changed the time and space, so that events that should not have happened gradually become possible, and the great destiny of the world begins to derail.
The fourth miracle - the creation of Kama (destiny), always launched in Bediville without advice. It doesn't matter how big the scale is. What matters is that -
The variables of fate have already appeared.