Chapter 20: Originating in fate (middle)

Chapter 20 is about the fate (middle)
five minutes later. Knight Arthur's new dorm.
"Is this your room?" Werewolf boy Biddiville asked in surprise. "How can this be completely without the traces of [people] living?"
How big, but how empty the room is.
The walls of steel are surrounded by a room of about two hundred square feet, with nothing but the two basic beds, two tables and chairs.
Compared to the Werewolf Junior, it was small and neat (well, slightly messy), a room full of books and toys, and the Cavalier room was big and empty.
I really don't understand how the owner of the room lives in this environment.
People with a blank mind will have a blank life?
"What do you mean by that?" Arthur threw a cotton uniform out of his suitcase and threw it at the werewolf boy, revealing a disgusting expression: "Change the bandage yourself, take a shower. You are all over the body." The smell of the beast is stinky."
The werewolf boy reluctantly walked into the bathroom. But in less than ten seconds, he rushed out in a panic: "You, you, you! What have you done to my body?!"
"What [what did you do?] Where are you missing?" Arthur was still writing a report. He stopped the pen in his hand and asked inexplicably.
"Less?" (Beddyville looked down subconsciously) "No, I - how did I become a human?"
"Human? No." Arthur said disapprovingly, "The collar on your neck has a button on the right side, press to see?"
Bediville will do what he believes. He groped for the little red button on his silver metal collar and pressed it.
The silver hair on his arm was [long] out, just like the one he was familiar with, he was the original werewolf boy.
"Photon stereoscopic projection technology. Look closely at this close-up to see this layer of camouflage, but you will not be much different from ordinary humans in the distance." Arthur explained, "However, this thing only works on living organisms." Clothes still have to be worn."
The werewolf boy immediately blushes and hides in the bathroom.
"Oh, still," the young knight sat down at the desk and wrote a report: "Without me, don't want to leave the base of the Knights of the Northern Heavens, don't want to remove the collar. Otherwise, it Will have your life."
"Know, I know," Biddyville replied. Although he had already realized his mind, he couldn't help but feel a tingling. "I know what I am. This level of precaution is of course."
auzw.com"And," Cavalier Arthur added, "You are my follower from today. The work to be done includes finishing the equipment and repairing the iron ride. However, these things you have never I haven't touched it, I don't know how to get started? I will teach you a little bit."
"Is the iron ride the anti-gravity airship?" Biddyville asked with interest.
He had seen the high-ranking knights of France flying handsomely on similar things, and the whistling sound of the engine was like a deep and majestic behemoth. Completely fascinated the werewolf teenager. It is a pity that the iron ride is very expensive. The ordinary people can't afford to save their life savings. Only the armed forces of the Knights can be allocated.
Arthur saw the werewolf teenager sneaking in tears and immediately saw through the minds of Bedieville. The silver knight was quiet and thought about how to make this little servant: "The iron ride is equipped with a photon explosion engine, which is faster than the civilian anti-gravity airship. It is no big deal. Do you want to take a look? ?"
"Okay." The werewolf boy replied with interest.
"Wow, ah, ah!" Ten minutes later, with the screams of the Werewolf boy, a silver light broke through the sky.
"Stop! Stop!!!!"
"What are you talking about?! I can't hear you--" Arthur's selective deafness.
"Stop! Stop! Go out!" Biddyville called with the highest decibel.
A minute later, somewhere in the woods.
"Hey vomit -" Werewolf boy Bedieville supported the trunk, spit and spit, spit almost collapsed, but his head is still a dizzy.
"It’s useless, it’s spit at this speed. What should you do in the future?
Arthur sat on a clean stump, erecting Erlang’s legs while sneer.
"The speed of more than three hundred kilometers is [only so speed]?!"
Arthur patted the body of the iron ride, as if praised by an old friend: "This iron monster can reach the speed of sound at the top speed. However, there is no driver who can withstand that speed. Even if the body exercises, Viscera cannot be strengthened by exercise. For those who want to reach the highest speed, the internal organs will be damaged by the [photon buffering effect] and will die after internal bleeding."
(Note: In this world, both objects and the environment are full of photons, and the organism is no exception. At high speeds, photons in the environment produce similar resistance effects to photons in the object, causing the object to not accelerate effectively. - This is [photonicbuffering]. If the accelerating object is a creature, the viscera will be subject to additional burdens, and in severe cases, it will bleed and die.)
"Understood, I am almost dying now, thank you." Bedieville vomited again.
"Slow your face and wash your face. You are dirty." Arthur didn't look away, and threw a water bag to the werewolf teenager. "Keep a little longer, it's almost there."
"Come on?" The werewolf boy Bedieville slid his head with water, and the water fell from the top of his head to the tip of his nose, bringing a trace of coolness that made him feel a little more comfortable.
He gasped: "Where is it?"
The knight shrugged and replied: "The Tower of the Archmage."