C70 Hunting for Storm in (1/2)
One hour later.
”Wow, a big harvest!” Kaye dragged a big boar, a pheasant and two rabbits over her shoulder, back to the camp.
”What have you got?” Kaye asked, not trying to hide her pride.
Arthur pointed to Bedivere. Werewolf Boy was pulling the feathers of a wild chicken that was already filled with blood. Seems like this wild chicken was Arthur's entire prey.
Kai sneered. ”If I count on you, I'll starve to death.” ”
Bedivere said in embarrassment, ”Sorry, I don't usually use this spear. If it's a bow and arrow, I used it when I was young. ”
”Who's going to come …?” Help me! ”Eavan dragged the heavy Photon Cannon with difficulty.” This thing is too heavy. ”
Arthur glared at Kai and walked over with the intention to help.
”No need.” ”This kid needs some exercise.” If he couldn't even move such a spear, how could he fight in the future? ”
”I don't need to fight!” Eavan complained loudly, the anger in his stomach was about to explode, ”And what kind of idiot invented this kind of cumbersome equipment that isn't suitable for fighting?!” He should be fired! Did he think that everyone liked to carry these kinds of cannons into the battlefield? ”
”But this was designed to be mounted on a horse …” Bedivere muttered.
”Then why should I be the one to carry the cannon and hunt for you?” ”Eavan became even angrier, as if flames were springing out of his throat.
”What you lack, anyway, is exercise. Isn't that the right thing to do?” ”
”Awoo …!” Eavan wanted to curse more, but he knew that there was no point in doing so. He immediately became obedient and sat on a rock to vent his anger, like a deflated balloon.
Arthur checked the huge cannon, and suddenly touched a switch, the huge cannon opened up the Photon Reflector at the bottom, and quietly floated in mid air.
(En.)
Arthur glared at Eavan instead, ”Before you cursed at me, have you ever read the instructions carefully? ”
Eavan's face immediately flushed red. Sorry … ”
”Oh, I see. There's an anti-gravitational engine.” ”The Photon Cannon is wonderful.” ”
”Say less!” Arthur scolded, ”We are all adults, stop bullying little kids! ”
”I'm going to be eighteen in a few months, asshole.” ”Eat,” Kay said, tearing off the roasted boar's leg and handing it to Eavan. If one did not eat much, they would be like Arthur, not tall, and forever be like the little guy! ”