Bedivere also stopped the car and looked at the empty scene around him. But he had no particular doubts. He clearly remembered that a certain battleship in Great Britain had a special optical camouflage system. Maybe that battleship was nearby.
Turn on the optical camouflage and lurk.
Sure enough, King Arthur waved his hand in the air, as if waiting for something to respond.
Less than two seconds later, a bright light shot down from the sky and shone on the vehicles of Arthur and Bedivere. In the blink of an eye, Bedivere had been teleported to the warehouse of the battleship together with his vehicle.
"Unbelievable!" After Bedivere recovered from a daze, the first words he heard were the complaints of the Knight of the Round Table, Cador: "Your Majesty, you actually brought in another outsider!"
"It's nothing." King Arthur took off his mask and jumped off the dragon rider: "Isn't Bedivere a candidate for the Round Table Trial? Then he is not an outsider, right? Candidates need help when they encounter difficulties. We will help.
One handful is not too much, right?"
"Uh..." The werewolf also opened the door and climbed out of the truck: "Your Majesty, do you mean..."
"There are too many vacant warehouses in the battleship," the King of Knights smiled lightly: "It's not impossible to make some space for you to put things. The premise is that the goods you need have this value."
"And this is...?" Cador glanced at the barrels behind Bediwell's truck. A little juice seeped out from the edge of the barrel, and he instantly understood the contents of the barrel, and exclaimed:
"Is it the worm pulp of the golden bug? Isn't this a rare monster that only occurs once in a thousand years in the Sahara Desert? You guys are so lucky to be able to catch a golden bug!"
"Ah ha ha ha..." The werewolf scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Hmm... Okay. It would be a pity if such valuable goods were stolen outside. I will grant you permission to use the ninth warehouse of the battleship." Kador clicked on the electronic notepad in his hand: "But the warehouse
I won’t lend it to you in vain. We have to charge a rental fee for the warehouse, which is one thousand Egyptian coins a day. Is that okay?”
"Okay." Bediwell had at least 600,000 in savings, so he didn't need to be stingy. He took out his hotel room card, deposited all the deposits into the bank, and bound them to the room card: "I don't know.
How long will you stay in Cairo? Can you rent a warehouse for five days for the time being?"
"Okay." Cador took Bediwell's room card and swiped it on his electronic notepad. It seemed that the relevant fees had been deducted through bank transfer. At the same time, many people responsible for handling came outside the warehouse.
Golems, they began to unload the goods from Bediwell's truck, transporting barrel after barrel of insect slurry to the nearby warehouse.
"Besides, I have one more thing to ask you, Kador." Seeing that the cargo matter was successfully resolved, Arthur continued to ask: "Can you find a way to repair the child's iron horse?"
?"
"That old and shabby one?" The Knight of the Round Table glanced at the old iron cavalry on Bediwell's truck, and suddenly snorted: "Hmm...?! Isn't this iron cavalry the property of the Knights of Great Britain? Where are you from?
Did you get it?"
"Black market." The werewolf simply replied: "There seem to be a lot of interesting things circulating in Cairo's black market."
Kador said in a slightly reproachful tone: "And you are buying stolen goods. I don't know how many years ago this iron cavalry was stolen by the Egyptians, but now you have bought it back..."
"Don't worry too much about this kind of thing, Cador." King Arthur interrupted the complaints of the Knights of the Round Table again: "We are not in Great Britain now. Since we are on the territory of other countries, we should turn a blind eye to this illegal behavior.
Just close one eye.------Stop talking nonsense, Kador, can you fix it?"
"The damage is so serious." At that time, the Knights of the Round Table had jumped into the trunk of the truck and carefully inspected Bediwell's old iron cavalry: "It's so pitiful. Not to mention the weapons, the engines and propellers have been removed.
They have all been replaced by something else. This kid is a completely different machine, only the outer shell looks the same as the Iron Cavalry."
"It's okay to just repair the shell," King Arthur nodded: "You just need to make this iron cavalry look less--shabby, that's all."
Bedivere glanced at King Arthur doubtfully, not knowing what the King of Knights wanted to do.
"Using the power of the Holy Spirit just to repair the shell of the iron cavalry..." Kador still looked unwilling.
"Today is almost over. If you use your Holy Spirit, you won't die." King Arthur continued to urge: "Can you help? If you don't help, forget it. I will find another way."
"Uh...Okay!" Knight of the Round Table Cador looked unhappy, but could not refuse the king's request. He removed the cavalry from the truck and put it in the open space of the warehouse: "Stay away from me, this is
It could be dangerous."
"Danger? Is there any danger?" The werewolf took a step back with King Arthur and asked doubtfully.
Cador ignored Bediwell and pressed his hand on the seat of the cavalryman.
Boom! A certain kind of white light emanated from Kador. In an instant, the Holy Spirit of Kador, the Knight of the Round Table, appeared. It was some kind of huge gear-like device. As a Holy Spirit, the white gear had a large appearance.
Abstract.
"Go!" Kador called to his Holy Spirit.
The white gears rotated at high speed and crashed into Bediwell's old iron cavalry at an alarming speed. The werewolf felt something bad, seeing that the iron cavalry he had spent a lot of money to buy was about to be knocked apart by the Holy Spirit!
Pound! A burst of white light surged out fiercely, shielding the eyes of everyone around. The vibration was like a large explosion. Even the battleship warehouse with thick armor plates was still shaken to the point of falling apart!
The werewolf's eyes finally adapted to the dazzling light, and his pupils focused in panic, anxious to see how damaged his cavalry was. But what appeared in front of Bediwell was not the cavalry that was broken into pieces, but a machine with a powerful engine.
Shiny metallic luster, like new silver cavalry!
It is made of fine iron and has a shell as smooth as a mirror, as if it is a high-end product freshly baked from the factory. The carvings on the edge of each armor plate have been restored, restoring its former splendor and elegance! The entire iron cavalry has been
It became spotless, not to mention those unsightly rust stains! The worn seats were replaced with original leather seats, which still have the chemical smell of newly manufactured leather.
Although it is not equipped with weapons, this shining silver cavalry can already be said to be a high-end product!
"Wow! It's really, really fixed!"
This is not repair, but restoration. It restores something that did not originally exist. This [repair] can only be explained by one logic.
"Time magic? Did you really turn back time just now?!" The werewolf couldn't help but exclaimed: "The power of the Holy Spirit is really omnipotent!"
Kador remained silent and did not comment on the werewolf's speculation.
His Holy Spirit - White Gear - has a special [method] that can distort the flow of time, restore old things to new, or make new products quickly become obsolete.
The power of the Holy Spirit was originally an ulterior secret among the Knights of the Round Table. The magic of the Holy Spirits of the Knights of the Round Table was the top military secret---but now Bediwell has seen it all.
Of course, King Arthur did not prevent this from happening. This werewolf was even brought by the King of Knights himself. This werewolf can probably be believed. There must be a king's reason for doing this. Kador does not intend to delve into it too much
.
"What is this? Time magic is not that rare," King Arthur said with a sneer. "Even if they don't rely on the power of the Holy Spirit, there are still humans who can do the same thing with bare hands, right?"
"Really?" The werewolf glanced at King Arthur again and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, are you talking about the candidate named [Logan]?"
"Yes, Battle Mage Logan, Time Magician Logan." The Knight King murmured: "I really hope I can see through the secrets of his little tricks."
Kador hurriedly interrupted: "Your Majesty, stop talking! You are giving this candidate a hint of another candidate's ability! This is not fair to other candidates!"
"Okay, let's not talk about it." Arthur put aside the previous topic with a slight displeasure, and turned to Bediwell: "Look at what else needs to be repaired about this iron cavalry? It has been renovated to this extent.
, that guard should not dare to stop you anymore. You can just park the cavalry into the parking lot of the Cairo Hotel."
"Indeed." Bediwell carefully inspected the cavalry.
The casing is so shiny that it makes the werewolf's eyes a little uncomfortable, but upon closer inspection, the engine and propeller of the Iron Cavalry are still the original ones---although they have been refurbished, a bargain is always a bargain.
But it doesn’t matter. The guards in the parking lot only know how to look at the appearance, and they don’t know whether the engine of this shiny iron car is a cheap one.
"Here." Kador was also helping to check the machinery. He found something wrong with the refurbished iron horse: "The electronic navigation system seems to be still working. Let me see its navigation record."
Bedivere did not stop Cador. He was also interested in knowing the origin of this iron horse bought from the black market. But the truth may be very boring. It must have belonged to a reckless and unlucky British knight, and this knight probably lived in
In a certain battle in the past, the iron cavalry was probably crashed or lost.
The result was far beyond Bedivere's imagination.
"Oh my God!" Cador, the Knight of the Round Table who was supposed to be very calm, suddenly exclaimed in surprise as soon as he took a look at the cavalry's voyage records.
He hurriedly called to his master, as if something big was happening: "Your Majesty, please come and take a look! This is---!"
"What's going on?" The King of Knights responded calmly.
He also noticed that something was wrong, and quickly approached the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, and stared at the flight recorder on the knight's dashboard.