Chapter 1386 The decisive battle against Qian Ya (2)
The eyes of Dragon Knight Doha were vaguely murderous in the darkness. Holding a sharp sword made of fine steel, he walked towards the door step by step, and was about to push the door open and come out to hunt down Chanel and Albert.
The dark elf girl's hearing was very keen, so she could hear every steady and slow step of Doha, and she could also clearly know how far away Doha was from them. When she pulled Albert open the door of the storage room,
Doha was about a yard away from the door of the VIP room and was about to open the door.
What to do?! Run from here to the end of the corridor. There is absolutely no way to escape in terms of time! Even if they run to death, Doha will definitely see them. Albert and Chanel will inevitably end up with the dragon knight Doha.
If they fight here, all their previous disguises will be exposed, and all their previous efforts will be in vain!
There is no way to escape. Their existence has been detected by the other party, and Doha came specifically to find them with weapons! There is no excuse for standing here and there is no point in hiding in the storage room.
In short, no matter how you hide, you can only wait for death!
The only way is------
Chanel's mind suddenly changed, she pulled Albert and rushed into the nearest room!
Yes, that is another room adjacent to the VIP room where Doha and the others are. Of course, it is not being used at this time, and the whole room is pitch black. But this is exactly the effect the dark elf girl wants.
The moment she rushed in, she closed the door, pushed Tiger down on the sofa in the room, and started to take off Albert's shirt!
"You, you, you, what do you want to do, meow?!" Albert shouted in fright.
"Shh! Don't make any noise! Just cooperate with me!" Chanel lowered her voice, then she pulled off Tiger's pants and pressed heavily on Albert in the darkness, making a wrestling-like figure that was not suitable for children.
posture!
"Meow meow!" The tiger was stimulated and let out a strange cry.
"Oh---" Chanel also gasped and reached out to rub Albert's body.
"Huh?" At this time, the dragon knight Doha happened to follow the sound and pushed open the door of the unused dark VIP room. He saw two lingering shadows lying on the sofa. In order to deceive Doha, Chanel even used more realistic
In his acting skills, he used his lower body to collide with the tiger's body. When the dragon knight raised his sword and looked at it through the glimmer of light emitted by the sword, the dark elf girl stopped just in time and turned her head to look at Doha with an innocent face.
"Oh------" Doha immediately realized what the two people in the dark room were doing, and immediately took a step back: "Sorry to bother you."
Because this is a tavern of this nature. Even at noon, it is probably a common thing for lonely customers and waitresses to find a place to vent. Swayed by this preconceived view, Dragon Knight
Doha did not delve into the details, but withdrew with an embarrassed look on his face, closing the door behind him.
Da, da, da, da. Doha's footsteps got farther and farther, and then there was the sound of the door opening and closing. He seemed to have gone back to their VIP room and continued drinking with Shiloma and others.
"Huh." Chanel sighed, finally getting through it again: "I just hope he didn't see our appearance clearly."
"You take advantage of me every time..." Albert muttered in a low voice: "What are you waiting for? Get up, you are making me feel so uncomfortable!"
Chanel rolled her eyes at the tiger: "Okay. Next, let's go find the anesthetic factory according to the address Doha said."
She climbed up in the dark, but her hand accidentally touched something wet and hard, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "What the hell?!"
"Uh... there is a small problem..." Albert hesitated: "I might... need... to change a pair of pants...
..."
"Evil! Unbelievable! What kind of animals are you men!"
"Hey, you were on top of me just now, and you were touching me everywhere!" Albert protested in a low voice, "A normal man would have reacted, do you blame me?"
"Forget it, you're so stupid." Chanel stayed away from Albert as if she were hiding from something dirty: "I'll take a step first. You can come back to join me after you deal with your [physical] problems. I won't
I know exactly where the anesthetic factory is hidden, but I will try to find it and leave you road signs along the way."
"Yes, be careful not to die." Albert covered his crotch and got up, walking towards the bathroom in the room.
Chanel also shook her head and pushed out the door, leaving Albert alone in the dark room.
At the same time, in the stone pillar forest of the Red Sea in eastern Africa, there was a small combat conference room on the [Attack Palamedes].
"Okay, okay, that's it..." Bedivere painstakingly finished the report of more than 10,000 words, printed it out and handed it to the Knight of the Round Table, Gwen: "This, this time
This should be the final version... Please don't change it anymore, I'm exhausted..."
"Haha." Duke Gwen smiled calmly, picked up a red pen and started to circle the mistakes in the manuscript. At the first glance, he circled more than a dozen grammatical errors, typos and wrong sentences: "I have to say,
Your language organization ability is at the level of a primary school student, Mr. Bedivere."
"No one has ever taught me to read and write. I'm really sorry." The werewolf young man mocked himself with some exaggeration.
"And the grammar is so strange. Why do you always use French grammar?"
"Because I grew up in the French countryside when I was young." Bedivere replied in a low voice. He suddenly remembered his childhood days and thought that his village was annihilated by the Fang Clan, so he fled to a small village on the border of France.
, was adopted by his grandparents. A few years later, the village was also attacked and destroyed by the Fang clan's looting team. Only Bedivere was left alone, and was saved by Arthur, who was just starting out.
"Mr. Bedivere?" Duke Gwen Green's words brought the pensive Bedivere back to reality: "Are you listening again? I mean, the sentence structure of this sentence is wrong. It should not be [Gwen Green
[betrayed the team through reckless actions], but [put the team in danger because of Gwen Green's reckless actions]. This is the most basic grammar. How can you even get this wrong? Are you serious?
Write a report?"
"Hey------" the werewolf youth scratched his head tirelessly, let out a long sigh, and said straight to the point to Duke Gwen: "Honestly, you really want me to write this report to perfection.
Stop? I really am not that kind of material. I act with a pair of fists, not a pen. Can't you let me go and let someone else write this report, Lord Gwen?"
"Does that mean you really don't want to be a Knight of the Round Table, Mr. Bedivere?" A sneer appeared on the face of the middle-aged Knight of the Round Table: "Even if every Knight of the Round Table in the Knights of the Round Table recognizes you, if I don't
If you nod in agreement, you will still lose the qualification to become a Knight of the Round Table. Is this okay?"
"Listen, Lord Gwen." Bedivere glared at Duke Gwen and said, "I don't know what you think. But I will never deliberately please you because I want to become a Knight of the Round Table. Even if you use this method
If you try to force me to do what you want me to do, I will never listen to you again."
Duke Gwen smiled knowingly: "This is what you said. Do you really not regret it?"
"No regrets." Bedivere said seriously.
Then the Knights of the Round Table accepted the report: "Okay, this is enough for the report. You can go."
"Uh...what?"
"Huhuhu, I'm just playing with you, Mr. Bedivere." The bearded Knight of the Round Table stretched out his hand and smoothed the beard on his chin, "There are many knights in the Knights of Great Britain who can't write reports."
Some of them are even illiterate who have never read a book. It is common for high-level knights who are not good at writing reports to ask their lieutenants to write them for them, so you don’t need to worry too much about such trivial matters."
"It's obviously you who is making me worry..." Bedivere looked at Duke Gwen depressingly.
Duke Gwen smiled mysteriously and said nothing more. At the same time, a figure rushed in from outside the door. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted to Bedivere: "Elaine! Go rescue Elaine immediately, Mr. Bedivere!"
"
"Solar?" The werewolf recognized the other party's voice and turned around to look. He saw the magic swordsman Solar rushing in with a bandage on his head, panting and a look of embarrassment on his face. As soon as Solar saw it,
Another person in the room, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, immediately put away his embarrassed look and uttered a strange syllable: "f------"
"Look," Knight Gwen of the Round Table interrupted the Demon Swordsman sarcastically: "It's so rare that the famous Demon Swordsman Solar can have such a embarrassing moment."
"Ahem..." The magic swordsman cleared his throat and glanced at Bedivere and Duke Gwen pretending to be calm: "You...what are you doing here?"
"I was writing a report for the last combat operation. And I was forced to do so." Bedivere spat out the bitter water in his stomach with dissatisfaction and looked at Duke Gwen sideways.
"I know, he likes to do this the most." Solar replied casually. Then he thought about it and became anxious again: "No! This is not the time to talk about this! Mr. Bedivere, Elaine was raped by human traffickers.
Captured! We have to rescue him right away!"
"Yes, this is as I guessed." The werewolf didn't look particularly surprised. "I knew when the medical staff brought you back unconscious from the outside that something must have happened to Elaine."
"It's all my fault!" Solar couldn't help but look embarrassed: "You clearly told me to take good care of Elaine, but I still lost the child!"
"No, this can't be entirely your fault." Bedivere said, "Elaine is an adult after all, and he has to be responsible for his own actions. You can't watch over him 24 hours a day. If
He can't even take care of himself, what should he do in the future?"
Bedivere turned to Duke Gwen and said, "Lord Gwen, Solar and I have friends who need to be rescued, so I'll excuse you now."
"No." The Knights of the Round Table stroked their beards with interest: "Rescuing people seems interesting. I'll go with you."