Chapter 1080: Seeking Secrets in the Sea of ??Sand (2)
Chapter 1080: Searching for Secrets in the Sea of Sand (2)
Before Bediwell and his party arrived at the black market, the werewolf had already seen Solar waiting in front of the dead end from a distance. Fortunately, Solar was here to help, otherwise the streets and alleys in this city would look like
It's almost the same. Bediwell might really get lost and not be able to find the entrance to the black market.
"Solar." Arthur slowed down the speed of the car and followed Bedivere slowly to approach the Magic Swordsman.
"You brought a lot of people here, my friend." Solar smiled warmly at King Arthur and Bedivere, without seeming to be unhappy.
"They just followed along." The werewolf glanced at Seglade in the back seat of the dragon rider: "I am only responsible for delivering the child to Father Odin. I have other tasks after that."
"Okay." Solar walked towards the wall, and his figure disappeared into the wall---it was just an optical projection.
"Let's go too." Arthur was not surprised at all. He probably saw through the optical projection behind the wall the moment he saw Solar. The King of Knights drove his dragon knight in at a very slow speed.
Inside that wall, Bediwell followed cautiously.
After passing through a layer of mist-like wonderful touch, what appeared in front of the werewolf was a large market. Compared with the lively and brightly lit night market last night, the black market this morning was obviously much deserted. Maybe it was a black market.
Trading also pays attention to the atmosphere. It must be done at night to be interesting?
"I think you know the way, but please let me take you one more time. Father Odin's house is on the east side of the market." The magic swordsman walked at the front and said as he walked.
"Solar, come up." Bediwell said from the Demon Swordsman. At that time, there was still an empty seat in his back seat, and the equipment on Solar's body was far more than enough to overload the iron cavalry.
"Then...Okay." The Demon Swordsman did not refuse, because the speed of walking on his feet was far slower than the speed of vehicles. The person leading the way walked too slowly, which would make the people following behind him feel anxious.
The magic swordsman jumped onto the back seat of Bedivere's iron cavalry. The werewolf thought that the iron cavalry would sink as before. Unexpectedly, Solar was lighter than expected, and Bedivere's iron cavalry almost did not sink.
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"Over there." The magic swordsman pointed to the east, to a rather wide road in the market.
Bediwell drove his iron horse over, and after going around a few small turns, he arrived in front of Odin's father's stone house. Green smoke was rising from the chimney of the stone house, and the firelight of the red furnace was faintly seeping from the cracks in the stone.
, even the morning sun in Cairo couldn't cover up the brightness of the fire. The familiar sound of tinkling iron could be heard in the house, and Father Odin seemed to be very busy.
"Dad, I'm bringing someone here!" Solar shouted as soon as he got out of the car.
The tinkering in the house finally stopped.
An old man poked his head out of the house, and with his eyes that were surrounded by several wrinkles but as smart as a young man, he quickly glanced at Bedivere and his group.
"Who is Seglade?" he asked.
"Uh...it's me, meow." The young leopard man also jumped out of the back seat of the dragon rider.
"He's a cat!" Odin's father was furious when he saw Seglade jumping out of the car: "And it's a blue cat! What's with that funny fur color? Are you fooling me?"
!"
"How can I fool you?" Bediwell said dissatisfiedly: "You asked me to bring Segrede to him, and I did it. Now you are not happy when you see that he is a leopard man, do you want to blame me?"
"Uh...what's wrong with Leopard Man..." Seglade also asked in a low voice with a long face, as if he felt that he was being discriminated against.
Although Father Odin is not discriminating against leopard men, he has his reasons: "Cats are all distracted and restless. Can such a guy sit down quietly and make a good weapon? You
You're kidding me!"
"There are exceptions to everything, dad." King Arthur replied, holding back his laughter.
"And who are you?!" Father Odin swung the hammer angrily from the King of Knights. Although he was far away from Arthur, Bedivere was still worried that the hammer head in his father's hand would fly out and injure him.
King of Knights.
"I'm just a passerby, don't worry about it." Faced with the old man's rudeness, King Arthur replied politely.
"Oh!" Father Odin looked at the weapon on King Knight's waist and suddenly became quiet. His move made Bedivere involuntarily look at King Arthur's belt.
What made Dad calm down was the Sword of the Holy King tied to the waist of the King of Knights. This holy sword, as proof of the King of Great Britain, has always been with the King of Knights. But its existence has long been known to the world, and it is carried outside.
It was too conspicuous when walking, so Arthur wrapped the entire sword and the scabbard with a special black cloth, so as not to cause a commotion when he visited incognito.
Of course, this also means that the Sword of the Holy King is sealed and cannot be unsheathed in time to meet the enemy at the critical moment. In order to make up for this shortcoming, Arthur brought a lightsaber as a backup weapon.
And Bediwell also knew very well that Odin's father's ability to identify treasures was extraordinary. Even if it was a treasure that was heavily wrapped in special fabrics, his father could tell the hidden secrets from the magic power emanating from between the fabrics.
secret.
Maybe there are more.
"What a sword! A good sword from generation to generation! Is it one or two?" Father Odin only praised him, and even forgot to swing the hammer when he spoke: "The old one has already aged.
, I’m afraid it can’t be used anymore, right? And the new one... was only made in the past few years?! There is actually a famous craftsman in this world who can make such a god-level weapon?! Take me to see him!
!"
Dad said so much just based on the appearance, not only did everyone present who knew the details of the Sword of the Holy King gasp.
King Arthur said calmly: "Unfortunately, I can't take you to see that man. But the son of one of the two famous craftsmen who made this weapon is here. Dad, you should focus on what you are doing.
Let’s talk about it later."
"Really?" Father Odin looked at Seglade in disbelief: "This cat... I don't think it has such a talent... Is this guy really reliable?"
"I have no talent, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Seglade said angrily with a displeased face.
"Anyway... kid, come into the house! I'll let you assemble a weapon and take a look!"
"Why should I..."
"Hey! Just come in!" Father Odin roughly grabbed Seglade's cat by the tail and dragged the young leopard man into the house.
"Meow!" His tail was pulled, and Seglade let out a series of screams like a murderous cat.
"Hahaha..." Bedivere couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"That old man seems to be real." King Arthur leaned next to Bedivere and whispered: "There should be no problem in leaving Seglade here."
"I'm not worried about his child being abducted or anything like that..." A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead: "I just hope he won't get into a fight with Father Odin over a disagreement."
"I will watch here, don't worry, my friend." Solar said with a smile: "I will ensure the safety of Seglade. --- Having said that, where are you planning to go, Your Majesty?
?"
"Go hunting for treasure in the desert, but you who only know how to kill will not be interested." King Arthur gave Solar a cold look, seeming to be quite disgusted with the magic swordsman. That's right, Solar's purpose is not at all
It is not about becoming a knight of the round table, but to duel with the strong. Such candidates who are purely causing trouble have not been disqualified by the organizers of the round table trial, which shows that the organizers have a high tolerance for the candidates.
"Okay." Solar smiled lightly. This heartless guy didn't seem to know that King Arthur disliked him: "Then, I wish you good luck, my friends."
Bediwell and Arthur drove their vehicles away from the black market and headed towards the edge of the city. The small mobile units they drove did not need to obtain a departure permit from the sand port, and it was easy to leave the city and enter the desert.
"What else is there to do next?" The King of Knights' dragon cavalry followed the werewolf's cavalry and drove at a moderate speed.
"Well...I have to go to Zvar after that." The werewolf replied. He thought of the two young thieves who were left in the small tin house and locked them up for a day and a night. He felt a little sorry for these children.
"You still want to go?!" Tristan, who was in the back seat of the dragon rider, got angry: "Hey, we have our own mission, to accompany His Majesty to find the legendary treasure! We don't have time to follow you all day long and accompany you.
Handling personal matters!"
The werewolf became unhappy for a moment: "Well, you go first without waiting for me. We can just find a place to meet at noon."
"Hehehe, don't be like this." Arthur interrupted the argument between the two young men. At that time, their vehicle also approached the outpost on the outskirts of the city and had to slow down: "Let's do it. I'm sorry for the one in Bediville."
[Private Affairs] is still very interesting, so let me go with him. You can drive my dragon knight and find [that] first, okay?"
"But, Your Majesty!" Ivan shouted in protest.
King Arthur seemed to have made up his mind. He stopped the dragon knight and jumped out of the driver's seat: "Anyway, the only metal detector is in your hands. Another car on our side will not help. We divide the troops into two groups."
, it saves more time to act separately."
"Metal detector?" While Bedivere was wondering, Arthur had already jumped onto the back seat of Bedivere's cavalry.
"Your Majesty, you are so ridiculous. I can't believe that werewolf." Tristan looked at Bedivere with hostility.
Bediwell also replied angrily: "You'd better drive carefully and don't crash Aslan's Dragon Rider."
"Huhu, it's great to be young." The King of Knights smiled meaningfully: "That's it, let's go!"
"Hmph..." Tristan snorted dissatisfied, and drove Arthur's dragonrider towards the south of the desert.
"Hmph!" Bedivere also snorted dissatisfiedly and drove his iron cavalry towards the southwest of the desert.