"Arthur? What do you want from me?" Bedivere then raised the demon-sealing bracelet and answered.
"Of course I have something to ask you." The King of Knights snorted: "Bedi, come here, I want to talk to you alone."
"Why is it so mysterious..." the werewolf couldn't help complaining. Then he glanced at Professor Paul and said to the professor with an embarrassed look: "Uh, I'm sorry, His Majesty King Arthur has something to do with me. I might
I can’t accompany you anymore."
"Okay, feel free to go." The old professor waved his hand: "I will have no problem here. I will definitely stay here peacefully until Mr. Palamedes comes back."
"Okay... Saifer and Seglade are in the next room. If you need anything, you can ask them for help." Bedivere raised his eyebrows. He originally planned to stay here to accompany Professor Paul,
To avoid further trouble. However, there seems to be nothing wrong with leaving Professor Paul here alone. Anyway, there is nothing particularly valuable left in Palamedes and Albert’s room: Gengunil has already
He was summoned by Palamedes, and the Luna Steel weapons were also strengthened by Seglade. There was not much cash in the room, most of the money was tied to Palamedes.
In the bank accounts of Bediwell and Bedie, the bank accounts still correspond to their key cards, so there is basically no risk of theft.
"Then...I'm leaving, see you later." After making sure everything was safe, the werewolf said goodbye slightly awkwardly, and pressed the teleport button on the demon-sealing bracelet. A teleport gate opened in front of him, the teleport gate
Directly connected to the transfer room of the British battleship Palamedes.
"Okay, see you later." Professor Paul also smiled slightly awkwardly, watching Bedivere jump into the portal.
Just a few minutes after Bediwell left, Professor Paul's face suddenly darkened, and his body seemed a little uncomfortable. He first half-knelt on the ground, then suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a bang.
A venomous snake slowly crawled out from the depths of Professor Paul's suit and quickly formed a circle on the wooden floor of the room. Within the circle, a portal also opened, and a man crawled out of the portal. This
The man's slightly thin and sinister face appeared in the dim light of the room.
This person is none other than Poison Master Bete.
"You finally sneaked in, but you didn't get anything." Bette looked around the room, feeling a little disappointed.
"Forget it." Beite glanced at Professor Paul who was unconscious on the ground, and sneered: "This man can still be used. Let's observe him for a while."
The snake on the ground coiled up again, creating a portal. Bette did some dirty tricks in the teacup in the room, then jumped into the portal and disappeared. The poisonous snake quickly sneaked and hid in the darkness of the room.
In the corner, it is waiting for its owner's next action instructions.
At the same time, inside the British battleship Palamides.
As soon as Bedivere walked out of the battleship's transfer room, he immediately saw King Arthur waiting at the door.
"Arthur." Seeing no one around, the werewolf said directly to the King of Knights: "What's going on? Why are you so mysterious?"
"Bedi." The Knight King looked at the werewolf youth with a serious face: "If I tell you that I want you to accompany me to a very dangerous place, I don't know how long it will take to come back on this just-go trip. And
There is no guarantee that we will come back alive------If I say this, are you still willing to come with me?"
"...Arthur what on earth are you talking about?" The werewolf frowned.
The King of Knights also frowned: "You want to know more?"
"No." Bedivere rushed to say: "I mean------[What on earth are you talking about]? This is not the first time you have come to me for this kind of thing. When have you come to me?"
To help, don’t you ask me to go to a dangerous place with you, and there is no guarantee of coming back alive?
And my answer has always been "Okay, let's go".
Same question, and I will give you the same answer this time. ----------So why do you waste your time asking it again, Arthur?"
King Arthur's slightly frowned brow suddenly relaxed. He looked at the werewolf youth with a relieved look on his face: "Bedivere, you are indeed my best friend. In this case, I will not test you again."
When you are ready, come to the battle conference room of the Palamedes. We will discuss the details of this operation in detail."
"Okay." The werewolf asked in passing: "The purpose of this operation is to wake up Queen Greenville, right?"
"Very true." The King of Knights smiled and said, "We must go to the world two hundred years later to find Greenville. Merlin is already making preparations. It is estimated that we can leave in a few hours."
"Time travel?" the werewolf hummed in a low voice: "I didn't expect that Merlin Zai Lian could do this. If it is really possible, this is indeed an unprecedented experience."
"Yes, I hope so." The King of Knights replied absently.
"Uh, not good. The only weapon in my hand is a tungsten turtle tongue whip." Bedivere thought again: "I don't know if it's too late to go back to Seglade and the others for weapons."
"Believe me, Bedi." The King of Knights laughed softly: "You don't need to bring anything, just bring your own soul."
"Don't you need to bring anything?"
"It should be said that I can't bring anything with me, except your soul." The King of Knights smiled bitterly and said: "So, don't think that you can easily complete this mission by getting a good set of equipment."
"Okay..." Bedivere shrugged. He had no idea about time travel at all, but he estimated that they needed to travel through time completely naked this time. There was no equipment to rely on, so they relied on
They only have their own skills. When it comes to archery and whip-swinging skills, the werewolf still has a little confidence. But when it comes to the ability to fight with fists at close quarters, he thinks he is very average. And what will happen to the world two hundred years from now?
What it will become is unknown. Weapons like whips are hard to find. Bows and arrows are primitive and backward weapons after all. Maybe they have been eliminated by World Six two hundred years later?
"Well, during this period of time I can at least improve my sword skills." The werewolf young man said: "I haven't used a sword much recently, and I'm afraid that even the most basic survival skills are rusty."
Therefore, it is more reliable to become proficient in the use of conventional weapons.
"Go ahead, go to the arsenal and pick up a sword to practice with. Just say it's my special permission." The King of Knights couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't think that this kind of pretentious behavior would be of any help to the mission, he
He couldn't bear to attack Bediwell: "I will inform you when the mission is about to begin."
Bedivere nodded and left.
Because it was just for practicing swordsmanship, Bedivere did not choose a powerful lightsaber, and enchanting it was not necessary. He just randomly searched for a mediocre iron sword in the arsenal.
Of course, during this time, the battleship would not open any practice rooms for candidates to try their swords. The werewolf youth wanted to complain to the staff, but what he got was a perfunctory sentence: "Find a place where no one is around to practice."
Anyway, this is just an iron sword with no lethality, and it doesn't even have a sharp edge. Even if you swing it everywhere, you don't have to worry about cutting down pedestrians passing by. The werewolf thought with a little puzzlement, and he had already arrived while walking.
On the deck of the Palamedes.
It is now about seven o'clock in the evening, and the deck of the battleship seems particularly lonely. There are no transport ships taking off and landing, and there are almost no knights patrolling nearby. It is estimated that most people have gone to have dinner. This desolate deck is surrounded by a row of people on the ground.
The row of indicator lights is slightly bright, making it a good place to practice swordsmanship.
Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the center of the ship's deck, about to start practicing. However, at this moment, he found a figure shaking in the distance on the deck. With the help of the dim light of the indicator light on the deck, the werewolf
You can vaguely see the figure holding something like a stick or a long sword, waving it here and there.
That's right, besides Bedivere, there are other fools who go to such a desolate and uninhabited place to practice swordsmanship at such a time. Is this considered diligence or stupidity? Bedivere scratched
He scratched his head and couldn't help but wonder. At this time, the man on the opposite side of the deck seemed to have noticed Bedivere, especially the practice iron sword in Bedivere's hand. The man walked towards the werewolf.
"Hey, look who we have here -------" the man started grinning widely before he even got close, with a very strong Roman accent: "Hey, isn't this the little furball from before?"
"Little, little furball?" When Bediwell heard it, he immediately became extremely unhappy: "Who is the little furball!"
As the man gradually approached, Bediwell also recognized it. The man in front of him was a sturdy man. This man also wore a demon-sealing bracelet on his arm. He should be a candidate of the Round Table Trial. And
Looking at this burly man and his thick Roman accent, Bedivere suddenly remembered something.
"Are you...Gladiator Bereld?" The werewolf couldn't help but sigh in a low voice. In fact, the image of Bereld, the werewolf only appeared at the beginning of the round table trial, between Seifer and
After Seglade's reminder, I caught a glimpse of it among the candidates. At that time, the gladiator Bereld was also wearing a strange helmet. Now the helmet is probably "confiscated" by the organizer of the Round Table Trial.
It has not been unlocked from the locker, so this burly man is not wearing a helmet now.
This is what this guy looked like when he wasn't wearing a helmet. Bedivere couldn't help but chuckle to himself.