Chapter 1064: Exploration in the Dark Night (Seventeen)
Nine o'clock in the evening, Cairo Grand Hotel, in front of the underground parking lot.
"Well, good night, my friend." Solar got out of the car in front of the parking lot and prepared to go back to his hotel room.
"Yeah." Bedivere said goodbye to the magic swordsman Solar with a slight coldness, and drove into the underground parking lot. He was worried about something and was a little uneasy.
Five minutes later, sure enough, the werewolf Bedivere's worries came true. A sturdy hotel attendant blocked Bedivere's truck and prevented the werewolf from entering the underground parking lot.
The waiter walked to the car window and quickly looked Bediwell up and down: "Sir, your car can't go in."
The werewolf frowned, but what was supposed to come came anyway: "Why?"
"Because your car is too old." Just as Bediwell expected, the waiter responded: "The parking lot is full of luxury cars worth hundreds of millions. If your car is damaged or scratched,
If you damage those luxury cars a little, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford the compensation."
In fact, Bediwell was covered in blood and as dirty as a beggar, and the rented truck was old and rusty, so it was natural for him to be looked down upon.
Although Bediwell also understands that people rely on their clothes and has long been mentally prepared to be turned away, the harsh words spoken by the parking lot guard still made the werewolf very unhappy: "Then what do you say?"
What should I do? Should I park the car outside?"
"Perhaps." The hotel attendant was not interested in the werewolf's complaints at all, and just wanted to send Bediwell away quickly: "It's a classic car like this anyway, no one wants it, so just park it in the wild."
"Listen." The werewolf glared at the guard: "There are a total of twenty barrels of golden bug jelly in the back of this truck, as well as my newly bought iron cavalry. The total value of these things is a full 200 million. You want me to put these
All the goods were left in the wild and allowed to be stolen all night? Are you kidding me?!"
"That's not my problem." The parking lot guard remained indifferent to Bediwell's complaints: "What's more, golden insect jelly? What is that? I have never heard of it."
He looked at the wooden barrels and the worn-out iron horse in the trunk of the car, and let out a silent laugh.
Bedivere felt an inexplicable pain. He was completely looked down upon this time. But it was also a fact. Compared with the dignitaries who usually hung out in such five-star luxury hotels, the werewolf was indeed very poor.
It is normal to be worthless and looked down upon.
The young werewolf almost wanted to get angry and curse, but then he thought, even if he got angry and cursed, it wouldn't solve the problem, it would only make the matter bigger, and besides, being an ordinary person like this wouldn't be considered a hero, so let's forget it.
But what should we do next? The truck cannot enter the parking lot, and there is no safe place to park the vehicle (and cargo) around. Do we really need to park it in the countryside? Can't Bediville go back to the hotel?
Do you want to stay in the car all night to watch the goods? Even if you can watch the goods all night tonight, what about tomorrow? What should you do in the future?
This is really a big trouble. If I had known this would happen, it would be better to leave all the twenty barrels of worm jelly with Father Odin from the beginning. Maybe there might be a place to store the goods in Father Odin's house.
Just as Bediwell hesitated for a while, someone drove a vehicle past the exit of the parking lot and saw Bediwell who was blocked at the entrance of the parking lot and was arguing with the guard.
"What's going on?" The masked man wearing a black robe jumped off his dragon ride and walked to the guard. The moment he saw Bediwell, he recognized the dirty man
werewolf.
Similarly, Bedivere recognized the other party instantly even though he was separated by a mask. The moment he recognized the other party, he couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Ass---"
Bedivere originally wanted to call out "Arthur". But he was smart enough to instantly understand the other person's intention of acting with a mask, and changed what he blurted out: "Aslan?"
"Aslan?" The King of Knights was annoyed and amused by Bedivere's random name. But he ignored the werewolf for now and turned to the guard in the parking lot: "What's going on here, you
Why aren't you letting this gentleman into the parking lot?"
"But, this shabby car..." The hotel attendant glanced at Bediwell's truck again.
"That's strange," King Arthur under the mask showed a sly smile: "This gentleman should be a guest of your hotel, right? Could it be that the famous Cairo Hotel does not know how to treat guests equally, and only knows how to treat hundreds of millions of guests?"
Marriott guests, but look down on normal guests? If this matter spreads outside, it will damage the reputation of your hotel, right?"
"No..." The guard's attitude obviously shrank a lot, and he began to hesitate when he spoke: "But... this is still a very shabby car... let this kind of car enter the parking lot and park it with other guests' luxury cars.
, the guests will have opinions..."
"Is this your own arbitrary decision, or is it the hotel's decision?" King Arthur asked in a panic.
"This...this is..."
"Do you want to report this to your superiors and see what the hotel manager has to say?" Arthur asked: "Let the hotel manager know about this and see if your job can be saved?"
"Uh---" The guard at the parking lot twitched as if being pricked by a sharp needle. It is the worst behavior for a waiter to contradict a guest, especially in a five-star hotel like this. No matter what the reason is, this incident
Everything will leave a disgraceful page on the waiter's resume.
"That's enough, Aslan." Bedivere suddenly felt more relieved, and quickly finished the scene and said: "Don't make it difficult for this waiter, he is just doing his job. Forget it if the car can't get in.
I'll figure it out myself."
"Oh, do you think you really have a solution?" The King of Knights glared at Bedivere again.
The werewolf remained silent. The guards on the side did not dare to make a sound either. The entire time and space seemed to freeze, and the situation remained like this for about ten seconds.
Seeing that the situation did not improve, King Arthur sighed: "Huh, there's really nothing you can do about it. He is a fool who makes people worry no matter where he goes. Drive with me."
"Uh, do you have any idea?" Bedivere asked doubtfully.
"Just follow." The King of Knights jumped on his dragon ride and said in a commanding tone. His mount rose up in an instant, about two feet off the ground: "Don't worry, I will drive slower to accommodate you.
Speed."
In this way, King Arthur's dragon rode in front and Bediwell followed behind in a truck, all the way away from the Cairo Grand Hotel and towards the wilderness of Cairo.
Arthur's dragonrider made almost no sound when driving at a slow speed. Most of the noise along the way came from Bediwell's truck. But the noise was not too bad, and it was enough for the two of them to communicate with each other through two vehicles.
Volume dialogue.
"What an unexpected reunion," Arthur said while driving the Dragon Rider: "I thought you were not in the hotel, and planned to end the private visit and go back first. I didn't expect to meet you in the parking lot."
"Ah haha...we are really destined (Kama)." Bedivere said with a wry smile.
"And what the hell was that just now? Aslan?" the King of Knights complained: "Your taste in naming is really bad!"
"I just happened to think of it." Bedivere continued to smile bitterly: "If I call you Arthur, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble."
"Hmph. I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are quite clever, Bedivere." King Arthur sneered through his mask: "It seems that not only have your fighting skills improved in the past seven years, your brain has also become a little smarter."
"
"Hehe---" the werewolf stuck out his tongue and laughed.
"Then you should know why I came to you, the candidates of the Round Table Trial, right?" The King of Knights asked again.
"You just said [private visit]. Could it be that you came to ask us questions? ---[Why do you want to become a Knight of the Round Table] or something like that?"
"Although it misses, it's not far off." The King of Knights nodded. Although he was driving in front, this action could not be seen by the other party: "You should have heard of the [Knights of the Round Table Mutual Aid Plan], right?"
"I heard Saifer and the others said it." Bedivere replied in a low-key tone: "Is it that one? --- As long as I can become a Knight of the Round Table, I can make a wish to the Knights and let the Knights of the Round Table fulfill my wish?"
"That's right." King Arthur replied lightly: "I won't mince words: What is your wish, Bedivere?"
"Do I need to ask more about this?" The werewolf grasped the steering wheel and squeezed it tightly: "My wish is to become a Knight of the Round Table and to be your helper, Arthur."
"Huh huh." The King of Knights snorted: "Very loyal. But not enough."
"Uh, what's not enough?" Hearing Arthur's cold response, the werewolf was stunned.
"Not enough motivation." Arthur sneered: "If you want to serve me, just join the Knights of Great Britain and become a Knight of Great Britain. After all, there is no need for you to participate in this round table trial. The wish you are talking about now is not at all
It’s not a wish. Without the right motive, I’m afraid you won’t be able to pass the next trial based on your current determination.”
"Yes, is that so?"
"I advise you not to underestimate the Round Table Trial. This trial cannot be passed by fighting alone. In a certain exam after this, it will even test your will... Well, I won't go into it.
If I say any more, I might end up revealing the test questions to you."
"Arthur..."
"Think about it, Bedivere." King Arthur said in a profound and authentic voice: "Think about what you really want in this world. Think about your wish. Well, we are here."
Arthur slowed down the car and soon stopped in a wilderness near the sea.