Faced with this sudden turn of events, Arthur almost spit out the half-drinked black tea. But the king's self-control was extraordinary, and he still held it back.
"Elaine?!" Arthur shouted slightly surprised, but his tone was full of reproach.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Oh?" Arthur looked at the White Bear Man coldly: "Your [father]? Are you talking about Bors? Where are they? Are they in trouble?"
Mixed with crying, Elaine's words were a bit incoherent: "Dad, dad was in Atlantis... to retrieve the pieces, pieces, pieces! But he was trapped, trapped inside! I, I'm too weak,
I can’t save him! Every time I try to save him, I fail and I’m driven back!”
These words were very jumpy and difficult to understand. But the King of Knights simply made a coherent logic out of these incoherent words: "After all these years, is Bors still looking for the key fragment of the wall of the world? Really?
You are so stubborn. You have allowed yourself to be trapped in a mysterious place like Atlantis that no one has ever set foot on. How stupid you must be."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Elaine, do you still know the way to Atlantis?" Arthur changed the topic.
"I know, I know!" the white bear man replied, wiping his tears: "Although, although it is a bit far, I can take you there at any time!"
"Is Boles' life in immediate danger?"
"No, no. Dad is just trapped, trapped..."
"That's fine." Arthur stood up from the sofa: "I have indeed received your wish. The next step is up to you, Elaine. Work hard to complete the exam and make a wish to me in the Hall of Heroes of Great Britain.
.In this way, I will use all the strength of the Knights of the Round Table to help you achieve your wish."
Elaine's tearful eyes were slightly disappointed: "Guo, do you really want to become a Knight of the Round Table first?"
"Yes. If you are not a Knight of the Round Table, I have no obligation to do anything for you and your son." The King of Knights said with a cruel and stern smile: "Even if I am willing to help you, other Knights of the Round Table may not."
------So, Elaine, stand up and stop crying. Instead of crying or begging, it's better to work hard and become stronger.
The only one who can really save your father is you. Risk your life and use practical actions to impress the Knights of the Round Table. They will see all the efforts you make; every drop you shed
Blood and sweat, they all know it. When they all recognize you as their companion, your wish will surely come true."
"His Majesty……"
"Also, Elaine ---" the Knight King went over and touched the White Bear man's head, as if comforting a child: "You are not weak. I have seen the battle records in the past few days, and you have done a lot.
Okay. Your real weakness is not your skills, but your heart. Take some confidence and fight for your wish, and you will definitely become stronger."
"Uh... uh uh uh uh..." Elaine didn't care to respond at this time. He knelt on the ground and sobbed, and his tears wet the high-end red carpet of the luxurious guest room.
"Then, good luck." The King of Knights did not continue to comfort the crying white bear man, and turned to leave.
At the same time, in Cairo's black market, Bedivere was walking around the market holding an enchanted lizard-tooth dagger.
His current mood can be described as high and low: on the one hand, he hopes that this dagger can be sold as high as possible so that he can make a profit; on the other hand, he does not want its price to be too high, so as to frustrate the arrogant man.
The spirit of Father Odin in his lifetime.
Even so, the werewolf still knew the truth of being low-key and keeping his wealth hidden. He did not join in the fun in the big shops where buying and selling was in full swing. Instead, he sneaked into some small shops where the stores were relatively deserted and there were not so many passers-by staring at them.
It depends.
Moreover, he refused to easily take out the lizard-tooth dagger from its sheath and display it. On the one hand, he was afraid that this crude weapon with a crude shape would embarrass him, and on the other hand, he was afraid that this weapon was really priceless and would cause trouble.
Too much unnecessary attention. Before looking for a store to sell the goods, he deliberately walked around several times to remember those merchants who had fair prices and were very polite and honest when doing business.
A werewolf has his own unique way of looking at people. He can roughly tell whether a person is upright and whether he is cheating when doing business at the first glance. When he identified about a dozen shops that looked good, he got closer.
Observe quietly and watch the changes in facial expressions of merchants when they are talking to customers to determine whether the merchant is lying.
Several more shops were screened in this way, and finally three were left. Bediwell deliberately walked back and forth in front of these three shops, observing the goods sold in these shops, and judging the merchants' treasure appraisal ability from the quality of the goods. After all, even if
The other party is a good person who values sincerity, but if he is an ignorant idiot, everything will be in vain.
"This little brother, you have walked around in front of my store for the twelfth time." Finally, the owner of a store couldn't help but said: "Is there anything you want to buy? If so, you might as well tell me, and I'll count it for you.
Cheaper."
"Hmm..." Bedivere shrank back slightly shyly and stopped. He looked at the owner of the shop carefully and recognized the expressions on the weather-beaten middle-aged Egyptian face.
Wrinkles: "You don't have to sell anything. I have a weapon that I want to sell. I wonder if you are willing to buy it?"
The shop owner was also looking at Bediwell. At this time, Bediwell could be described as terrifying. He was covered in blood. Not only his slightly tattered short-sleeved clothes that had been fighting for a day were stained with blood.
It was all dark red, and even the silver hair of the werewolf had black marks stuck on it---these were the products of blood coagulation and long-term oxidation.
"Wow. Bad day?" The Egyptian businessman suppressed his surprise and asked in a very gentle tone.
"Well, a bad day." The werewolf scratched his head. While scratching his head, he also felt some dry blood clots falling from his body, like sand. Only then did he realize how bad his outfit was, without knowing it.
People might think that Bedivere is some kind of robber who kills people and sells goods.
"Anyway... let me see the goods first." The store owner asked doubtfully: "If you are really so short of money, I will pay a little more for your goods. When everyone is in trouble, there is no need to be polite to me.
Yes, little brother."
It seems that he has been misunderstood? Bedivere was puzzled for a while. But this is just right. The werewolf also wants to see what kind of interesting reaction the businessman will have when he sees the weapon in this situation.
He took off the lizard-tooth dagger and its leather sheath and placed it on the table of the shop, allowing the shopkeeper to identify it.
The middle-aged Egyptian man carefully picked up the dagger and pulled it out of its sheath.
As soon as the treasure light appeared, the boss blinked involuntarily.
Zheng ------ The businessman completely pulled out the dagger from the sheath, and what he pulled out was a pure black dagger. It rubbed gently with the scabbard and made a crisp sound, as if an ancient bell was being struck.
The echo after the hit.
"Wow, this is..." The boss took a deep breath in surprise.
"Huh?" Even Bedivere found it strange. His lizard-tooth dagger was originally ivory white, or even golden. Why was the old man smeared it with insect paste, beat it a few times, and put it in the sheath?
In less than half an hour, even the color changed?
"Good sword." The weapons dealer took this weapon that was crudely made from the teeth of the thunder lizard and looked at it up and down: "Is this made of the teeth of the Warcraft? What a delicate splicing method...and
This hardness! How is it processed?"
"Uh, sir?" Bedivere was dumbfounded when he saw the businessman holding a dagger. He didn't know how long he would be addicted to it, so he quickly called him back to reality: "What do you think?"
"Hmm." The weapons dealer looked away from the dagger in disappointment.
He hesitated for a while, as if he didn't believe that what he was holding was a good product. He shook his head in confusion and returned the dagger to Bedivere: "Brother, can you please swing this sword?"
"Wave? Right here?" The werewolf was a little embarrassed.
"Yes." The businessman emphasized again: "Looking at you, you should be a battle-hardened warrior, right? If this weapon is genuine, this child will definitely show his true value in your hands."
This happens to be a relatively empty side of the market. There is a large space for activities next to him, and he can freely dance his sword without fear of hurting passers-by. However, this is still a public place, and many people are watching. He can wave weapons at will in a place like this.
, there is always a feeling of performing on the street, which is very embarrassing.
"It's okay, people often do this." The boss insisted: "After buying weapons, many people can't wait to try out the knives. We will prepare dummies for them to use for testing. But brother, don't think too much about it."
, just wave this kid and let me hear his singing."
"This child's singing"------is this describing this dagger?
Moreover, why listen to the sound? Singing!? Bedivere was even more puzzled. It is too unscientific to judge the quality of a weapon just by listening to the sound.
However, these merchants are veterans in the market and have traded thousands and hundreds of weapons every day. Maybe they can tell the quality of the weapons just by the sound of the blades cutting the air when they are swung? God knows.
"Then," the werewolf's face turned red and he took a few steps away in embarrassment.
After confirming that there was no one else around, he raised the lizard-tooth dagger in preparation: "It's about to begin!"