Chapter 1233 Rest and Reconciliation in Silent Night (10)
At the same time, Bediville in Cairo Grand Hotel.
The werewolf helped the white bear Elaine to sit on the floor in front of the sofa, and said: "I'll go out for a while. You can take care of yourself, right?"
"Yeah." The white bear man touched his belly and replied softly. He didn't know whether it was due to fatigue from today's battle, trouble from injuries, or simply because he was tired after eating, but Elaine seemed very lack of energy.
"Well, you should take a shower and then go to bed. Lock the door and ignore anyone who knocks on the door. I have the door card with me and I will open the door myself when I come back." Bediwell covered Elaine with a blanket and took care of herself.
When everything was fine, he walked out the door.
"That, that..." the white bear man whispered: "Don't, don't come back too late."
"Got it." Bedivere hummed, pushing the door open and going out. Elaine is like a child who hasn't grown up. He always needs someone to take care of him, which makes people unable to feel at ease.
Leaving aside the little idiot Elaine, the werewolf stepped out of the room and stopped for a moment in the quiet corridor of the hotel. There were still a lot of things he had to worry about next.
In order to search for the [Desert Ship] tomorrow, Bediwell must borrow an artifact. That is the ancient artifact belonging to the mermaid clan that the werewolves had disdained before - the [Metal Detector]. The only way to do this is through detection.
Only with the help of the weapon can we find the whereabouts of the golden ship in the vast sea of sand. There is no other way.
The problem is that Bedivere has been damaging this artifact before, saying that it is so useless and just a superstitious thing------This also angered Tristan and Ivan. Never mind that Bedivere
How are you doing with these two people? How should you persuade these two stubborn guys to borrow the artifact from them again? I'm afraid things will become very troublesome.
Bedivere sighed and walked towards Tristan and Ivan's room. Even though it would be very embarrassing, even though he had expected to be ridiculed by those two people, he still had to do what should be done, and Bedivere had no choice but to do it.
I had to bite the bullet and borrow the artifact.
Ding dong. After pressing the doorbell, there was a low sound in the hotel room. But no one answered the door.
Ding dong, ding dong. The werewolf pressed it twice in succession.
Still no one answered the door. At this time, Tristan and Ivan should rest in the room. They have nowhere else to go, right?
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong. Bedivere continued to ring the doorbell. Did those two playboys really go outside to play?
"Here we come. Don't bother us all!" Someone finally responded, it was Tristan's voice. The door was opened all of a sudden. The moment he opened the door, the red color of Tristan's clothes shocked Bedivere.
"Wow?!------" The werewolf thought the bright red on the fishman prince's body was blood, and screamed in surprise. But his scream was immediately stopped by Tristan, and the fishman prince covered Bedivere with one hand.
With his mouth, he said viciously: "What do you call someone late at night? Come in quickly!"
"But, you------" Bedivere glanced at the other party again.
It turned out that the stains on Tristan's work clothes were not blood, but bright red oil paint. Although there were other colors of paint stuck to his body, Tristan obviously preferred to use red, so much so that the red oil paint stuck to his body.
The proportion is larger than any other color. In the middle of the night, this red dress came out to answer the door, and it would be strange not to scare anyone to death.
"What on earth are you doing?" Bedivere asked in confusion.
"Painting, are you blind?" Tristan pushed away the werewolf and walked back to the side hall of the room. There were newspapers spread on the floor, and an unfinished oil painting stood quietly on an easel in the middle.
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"When did you have such a leisurely and leisurely life?" Bedivere was even more puzzled and took a closer look at the painting. The woman in the painting looked quite beautiful, but she was very unfamiliar to a werewolf. Bedivere had never looked at it.
I have never seen this person before. Moreover, Tristan seems to hate this woman? He did not draw this painting to show the beauty of this woman. Instead, he painted her with blood on her head and her whole body covered in bright and dazzling red. It was simply terrifying.
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"This is an unfinished work, don't look at it." Tristan covered the painting with a cloth and stared at the werewolf with a displeased expression: "What do you want to do with me? I'm very busy, let's keep the story short."
"Humph..." Bedivere found a wooden chair and sat down on the side, hesitantly said: "Well...actually I just want to ask...what did you use yesterday?"
Is that [metal detector] you passed...still there?"
"You want to borrow the mermaid clan's most precious treasure, the [metal detector]?" Tristan glared at Bedivere again, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Well, you know...Although that thing is of no help in finding water, it did successfully find the golden ship yesterday...Thanks to it, I even
I was [kidnapped] by the desert ship once, and even my iron cavalry was left in the machinery warehouse of the golden ship. I have to get it back..."
"Hmph!" Tristan looked at Bedivere with an indifferent expression, and took off his work clothes stained by oil paint, revealing a refreshing short suit underneath: "I knew you suddenly came to the door, and it must be up to no good. Whatever.
, just lend it to you."
The werewolf sighed impatiently: "I knew things wouldn't be that simple. But you have to lend me ------Eh, wait?..."
He had already thought of a million excuses, hoping to persuade Prince Tristan to lend him the artifact. Unexpectedly, Tristan's answer was beyond Bedivere's expectations, and he actually agreed?!
"Wait...are you willing to lend me the metal detector?! Just lend it to me without saying anything?!"
"Why are you surprised?" Tristan looked at Bedivere as if he were looking at a bedbug: "You saved me last night when I was seriously injured and in urgent need of a blood transfusion. You just did this to return a favor to you. Don't think that I am willing to help.
you."
"Hehe---" Bedivere suddenly laughed. Tristan is indeed hard-spoken and soft-hearted. This is exactly the same as when he was a child.
"However, the metal detector has been returned to my battleship, and it is not that easy to get." The fishman prince rolled his eyes: "If you want, you can, you have to come with me, and
You have to undergo a thorough physical examination to prove that you are really qualified to use our family's treasure. In this case, I can lend you the detector."
So that’s it, this is a game. Bedivere had a long face. Bedivere can use the metal detector that only the mermaid royal family can use, and he can also transfuse blood to Prince Tristan. These things are a miracle.
A big mystery. Tristan may want to understand the secrets hidden in the werewolf's body through a thorough physical examination of Bedivere.
"So treacherous." Bedivere frowned.
"It's just an exchange of equal value." The fishman prince looked at the werewolf without emotion: "What you borrowed is an ancient artifact of the mermaid clan. It is worth a lot of money. Just investigating your body from the inside out, in fact,
It’s quite cheap for you.”
Bedivere crossed his arms, showing a sign of unwillingness to compromise: "I don't think those two iron rods are that powerful."
Tristan also crossed his arms, showing an unwillingness to compromise: "If you don't think it's useful, don't come and borrow it from me."
"Uh!" A blue vein appeared on the werewolf's forehead, but he swallowed back his anger instantly: "Very good... Just check it."
(What if I let you check it out enough? Anyway, you will never understand the secrets in my body.)
"Okay, let's go." Tristan picked up a light robe from the hanger nearby and put it on, as if he was getting ready to go out.
"Now?!"
"Of course now." The fishman prince looked at the werewolf as if he were looking at an idiot: "A comprehensive physical examination will take about an hour. Data analysis will take even longer. Let's go now and we will get the results tomorrow morning.
You plan to set out early tomorrow morning with a metal detector, right?"
"But... now!?" Bedivere repeated: "Go to... your ship now?!"
"Why are you panicking, idiot." The fishman prince pressed the button on the demon-sealing bracelet and opened a portal: "Go to the battleship in Great Britain from here, then use the teleportation system to go back to Great Britain, and you will reach your destination immediately."
"Do they allow us to use the teleportation system?!"
"This is [official business], and the approval will be issued immediately." Tristan was surprisingly bold: "Ivan and I have walked back and forth several times before to get the metal detector, what are we afraid of."
(It turns out that Palamedes is not the only lunatic here. There are many people abusing the teleportation system.)
"Evan, what are you thinking about? It's time to leave." Tristan shouted towards the bedroom.
"Well...can't you just leave me alone for a while?" The half-dragon young man was lying on his bed, holding a notebook and pen in his hand, and seemed to be busy writing something.
"I can't go back to [Ice Crystal] alone, it will make people suspicious." Tristan said without emotion: "We have to go together. If something happens, you will bear the responsibility together."
"Selfish bastard!" Ivan was so angry that his head was smoking.
"Uh, are you writing a report?" Seeing Ivan's concentration, Bedivere couldn't help asking more.
"That idiot is writing a novel." Tristan suddenly exposed it: "And it's a chivalric novel that's too vulgar and old-fashioned. No one wants to read that kind of thing."
Ivan put down his work (chores) and glared at the fishman prince with dissatisfaction: "I want you to take care of it!"
A drop of helpless sweat broke out on Bedivere's forehead. One was painting and the other was writing a novel. Tristan and Ivan were really artsy. Don't they have anything else to do?
?With such confidence, you don’t have to worry about preparations for the competition?
"Let's go." Before the werewolf could resist, Tristan had already grabbed Bedivere's arm and jumped into the portal together.