Chapter 1354: Trapped in a deceitful way (twenty-six)
At the same time, in the Stone Pillar Forest of the Red Sea in eastern Africa, inside the [British Battleship --- Attacking Palamides].
"Wake up, wake up quickly. The time is up." Someone was shaking the werewolf's shoulders.
"Five more minutes of sleep..." However, Bediwell, who is addicted to laziness, cannot be woken up by simply shaking it a few times.
"Don't you have a mission? If you sleep any longer, you will miss the mission meeting time!" the other party reminded.
"Mission...?!" Bedivere finally woke up and jumped up from the bed: "Ah, mission!"
He glanced at the doctor next to him, that is, Constantine, and then quickly looked at himself who was almost naked, wearing only a pair of underpants.
"Wait a minute." The werewolf pulled the sheets over his body and asked doubtfully, "I seem to have come to the medical room to ask for a bandage. But where are the bandages? Where did they go?"
Constantine had previously asked Bedivere to wear a hypnotic headband and sleep so as not to affect the work of the medical staff. Before falling asleep, Bedivere clearly remembered that his feet had been bandaged. After half an hour,
It stands to reason that the werewolf youth is already covered with bandages, so he has bandaged all the places that should be bandaged, right?
But why wasn't his whole body covered in bandages, but even the bandages on his feet were removed? Is Constantine really treating patients seriously?
Bedivere was about to blame the doctor, but the doctor's next answer was far beyond his expectation: "The bandage was put on you, but then it was removed. Because your self-healing ability far exceeds mine."
Unexpectedly, during the half hour you were asleep, all the injuries on your body have healed."
"I...really?" Bedivere just couldn't believe it.
"You are." The young Knight of the Round Table added, "It seems that the ring activated a certain potential in your body, allowing you to repair yourself at an astonishing speed while sleeping. This is simply the same as using healing magic to promote wound healing.
The speed is at the same level. I finally understand why the people of the Knights of the West are so anxious to let you wear the ring again for testing. You are indeed a very special experimental subject."
Hearing this, Bediwell couldn't wait to take off his headband: "Bastard! Who wants to be your guinea pig!"
"Ah hahahahaha," Constantine smiled and stuffed the ring back to Bedivere: "Just keep this ring. Maybe it will be useful in the future? No need to thank me."
"No, no, no, I don't want it anymore." Bedivere also laughed and put the headband back: "Do you think I'm an idiot? Who has time to be your experiment?"
"Ah hahahahaha, of course you are not an idiot, but I was also ordered to give this to you." Constantine continued to laugh: "How about this? Every time you wear this to rest,
The data will be recorded. For every night of data collection, we will pay you three thousand Egyptian coins? You can get a good rest and get good compensation by doing this, so why not?"
"Wait a minute. It turns out that the Knights of the West also gave out a bonus? Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had directly agreed to help with this experiment, wouldn't it mean that I wouldn't even be able to receive the bonus that was supposed to be given to me, and all the bonus would be taken by you?
?"
"Hahahahaha, don't worry about this little detail." Constantine said with a smile, taking the bonus without saying a word, which was obviously his original plan.
The werewolf young man rolled his eyes at the doctor and looked at the metal headband in confusion: "Are you sure this thing really won't have any adverse effects on your health? For example, will it emit cancer-causing electromagnetic radiation?"
Constantine immediately asked: "This thing was originally developed for Knights investigators, what do you think?"
As we all know, the Knights of Great Britain provide the best treatment to their subordinate knights in the world. All equipment that harms the health of their subordinates will not be used. Even armor and weapons are made of lead-free and pollution-free green materials.
Great Britain is very rich. What they lack is never money, but talent.
Since this headband was developed for use by members of the Knights of Great Britain, its safety should have been guaranteed from the beginning.
It shouldn't be a bad thing to use this thing occasionally?
"Okay." Bedivere compromised: "I'll keep this damn thing for now. But if I find out it has any safety hazards, I will throw it away immediately."
"Okay, as long as you like it." Constantine said: "Now go and do what you should do, don't waste time on such trivial matters."
"Of course." Bedivere took the clothes on the chair nearby and put them on. His original coarse cloth clothes had been torn in previous adventures. The people of Great Britain generously gave the werewolf a suit with unknown purpose.
Short-sleeved sportswear made of materials.
This clothes is very similar to the particularly durable and anti-cut parachute fabric that Bediwell used in the exam that he boasted about half of Africa in the past three days. Wearing it feels like wearing a rubber suit. But it is made to adapt to Africa.
Made in harsh climates, it has surprisingly good breathability, and you don't feel stuffy at all when you wear it.
But other "heat" still existed. Just as Bedivere put on his pants, he noticed Constantine's burning gaze. The werewolf youth, who was very uncomfortable being stared at, taunted dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong? You're treating me like that?"
Are you interested in your body? Doctor, your interest is so special."
"Nonsense." Constantine then moved his eyes away from Bedivere's belly: "There is something, I don't know if I should say it. But I have heard about your belly button from His Majesty King Arthur.
There is a black hole in your eyes."
"It's a wormhole." Bedivere quickly corrected: "If it was a black hole, I would have died long ago."
"Uh, whatever." Constantine was just a doctor, disdainful of natural science: "I just want to say that you guys with wormholes in your body are dangerous people. The one who escaped from that little leopard last time
The phantom almost killed King Arthur and I.
If it were me who made the decision, I would have imprisoned you like a savage beast. But His Majesty treats people like you like friends, which is simply incomprehensible."
The werewolf's face immediately became serious.
"When you were asleep just now, the headband detected a high-energy reaction in your abdomen, as if some huge power was pouring out of that wormhole to heal your body. You are really not normal, from all aspects of
"Every aspect is abnormal to the extreme." Constantine also looked at the werewolf youth seriously: "Who are you? Or, what are you? Is this you who seems very sensible now the real you?"
Or, is the you after your mind fell asleep, your true face?"
Bedivere did not reply. He could not answer or refute the other party, because he had the same suspicion in his heart. On the one hand, he hoped that Constantine's guess was wrong, but on the other hand, he was also deeply afraid that the other party's words would become The real moment.
"It's so slow, what are you doing?" Tristan complained in front of the teleportation room.
"Do you have any objections to being examined by a doctor in the medical room?" Bediwell replied: "Are you also participating in this mission? You just came back from hell and you want to go back and die again?"
"You won't die, but you will die anyway." Tristan replied viciously: "Give me back the [metal detector] you borrowed. You don't need it now, do you?"
"Okay!" Bedivere said angrily, and at the same time dug into his trouser pockets. But he had already changed his clothes, how could the metal detector still be on his body!
"Huh?" The werewolf youth made a confused groan: "Well, they took away my shabby clothes, the detector should ------"
"Stop kidding me, haven't I checked the clothes you changed out of? If it's not, it's not! I've even checked your crotch, and there's really nothing! I was expecting you to hide the detector. In some other secret place? Don’t tell me you really lost the metal detector!”
"Lost... not at all." Bedivere scratched his head and recalled everything that had happened before: "Oh, I remember! They were placed in the captain's cabin of the desert ship. Already."
"You must be kidding me!" The fishman prince was really anxious this time. He pulled the werewolf by the collar and said angrily: "Go and get him back quickly, do you understand? If you don't get it back, the queen mother will Will kill us both!"
"I understand! I have to sneak into the desert boat again anyway."
Although Bediwell had no idea how to break through the curfew and enter the captain's room.
Moreover, the captain's room and the data room happen to be at the front and end of the ship. It is very difficult to get from the data room to the captain's room. The distance is doubled, which means the danger is doubled, or even more. .
But there was no other way. Anyway, he agreed first and dealt with Tristan first. Because the expression on the fishman prince's face was as if he wanted to kill someone, Bedivere felt that his life might be in danger.
"Are you still making trouble?" Ivan came over and stopped the two people in the dispute: "Stop making trouble, the battle will start soon."
Bedivere rolled his eyes at Tristan, and immediately put on a serious face and asked: "Should we start? But this is quite far from the crash site of the Desert Ship. Shouldn't there be a transport ship to pick us up?"
"What are you talking about?" Tristan then took the opportunity to taunt the werewolf youth severely, "If you want to go there, just send one or two people there and then open the portal. In this way, how many people will be teleported to the designated place?" The location is fine, why do we need a transport ship?"
Bedivere had a long face, but couldn't refute.
At the same time, a portal opened in the transmission room of the British battleship Palamides.