"Ah!" The werewolf young man woke up from his seat as soon as he took back the Holy Spirit.
"Arthur!" He hurriedly took off his headband and immediately went over to inform the King of Knights: "Wake up! I think I found something!"
"Huh?" The King of Knights slowly opened his eyes, looking sleepy. He didn't know whether he was seriously following the people on the list or was just lazy and sleeping.
"Bedi, have you found Sword Saint Yak? Who is the person on the list who is contacting him?"
"It's not the person on the list. The shadow agent's guess is completely wrong." Bedivere struck mercilessly.
"It's rare for a shadow agent to guess wrong." The King of Knights smiled meaningfully: "Tell me the details."
Bedivere then recounted his experience to King Arthur in detail, including the underground fighting club, the skinny kid named Nate, and the man hiding in the underground sewers of Bretonlia.
The matter of [Fufenuma District].
The King of Knights listened silently, humming from time to time, but did not express the slightest sympathy for the homeless people at the bottom of society. After the werewolf young man finished saying all this, relief appeared on King Arthur's face: "You
You have made a meritorious deed again, Bediville."
The werewolf young man was stunned for a moment.
"Although I still can't see the old man's face, I'm not 100% sure that that person is Sword Saint Yake." Bedivere quickly gave himself a chance to go down the steps. Otherwise, if this is the case
One false alarm and he would be embarrassed.
"In any case, the discovery of the existence of this [Corrupt Swamp Block] in the underground waterway is also very helpful to our search." The Knight King analyzed: "As long as we know the existence of underground residents, we can establish a general
search direction.
What's more, that old man actually knows the unique combat skills and battle preparation postures of Great Britain, and can even use [True Sight] freely. He is really suspicious. In this way, even if he is not the Sword Saint Yak, we
It is also necessary to visit him once."
You must know that many battle techniques in Great Britain are not allowed to be passed on to others at will. A knight must receive appropriate education from a higher-ranking knight in the Knights of Great Britain before he can use combat skills consistent with his status. This old man is obviously teaching strangers the battle skills of Great Britain.
Even if the object of his teaching is just a street child, it still violates the taboo.
"By the way, Bedivere." The King of Knights added: "Sword Saint Yak also did the same thing. From the confession of the young thief we rescued before, it was also mentioned that he was taught by Sword Saint Yak.
Experience in combat skills. Uncle Yak taught the combat skill [Powerful Sprint] to the two young thief brothers and let those children steal."
"Damn it." Bedivere snorted. No wonder those two brats ran so fast after stealing Bedivere's equipment. It turned out that they used Great Britain's combat skills. Even though they were the most rudimentary combat skills,
When civilians use it, it can still produce quite amazing effects.
Just imagine, Sword Saint Yake is teaching more combat skills to more gangsters in the streets of Rotten Marsh, and then organizing his own force------It is really scary to think about it. It seems
That crazy old man must be stopped as soon as possible.
"Then, let's go." Bediville said. You should strike while the iron is hot. Bediville's investigation just now has alerted the mysterious old man, and the situation is not optimistic. Although it is not certain whether the other party has become suspicious, everything should be done
It's better to prepare for the worst and be prepared for a rainy day. Maybe if it's a little later, the old man will take the child and run away?
"No, Bedi, leave this matter to us people from Great Britain. You have done enough." The King of Knights seemed to have other ideas: "It's noon now. You have a game in the afternoon, and now it's still
Go have a meal, have a good rest, and be fully prepared for the afternoon game."
"But------"
King Arthur shook his head and interrupted Bedivere's words.
The werewolf young man knew that since King Arthur had made such a decision, it was useless for him to say anything and he could only obey.
"Okay then. I'm going to rest first." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the bridge.
After Bedivere left, King Arthur looked thoughtfully at the deep sky outside the window and whispered at a volume that only he could hear:
"Is a storm coming?"
One o'clock in the afternoon.
beep------
With a strange sound of electricity, Albert suddenly opened his eyes.
Time is up.
The medical cabin was opened, and Tiger also climbed out of the medical cabin. He woke up very quickly. As soon as he woke up, he immediately knew to check his shoulder to see how the treatment was working.
It has to be said that the medical technology of the ancient gods and humans was too advanced. Albert only lay in the medical cabin for about three hours, and the injury on his shoulder that he originally saw had almost recovered. That was a kind of
Regeneration was completed by forcibly stimulating cell activity through physical means, so the wound on the tiger's shoulder after surgery was completely invisible, leaving only a raised scar and sutures on the back of the hand, tightly connected to the skin and flesh.
Catgut.
Despite this, that part of the hastily regenerated skin is still very thin. If there is another long period of strenuous exercise, the old problem on the shoulder will be strained again. Albert reminded himself that in the next arena
Seri must pay special attention.
He felt a chill. After all, he had been soaked in that wonderful air gel for several hours. He just woke up now, and his body temperature was not used to it for a while. He hurriedly climbed out of the medical cabin and wanted to put on his clothes as soon as possible, but suddenly
I found myself dizzy and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Hey...?" Albert couldn't control his hands and feet. Lying on the ground, Albert only felt difficulty breathing.
What's going on? Is there really something wrong? The medical cabin, which was originally only used to treat the ancient gods and humans, was used on the orcs, and it really didn't work?
"Al?" Bediwell over there just finished his work. Because he was worried, he came to the medical station to take a look, and saw the naked tiger lying on the ground. He rushed over to help Albert up.
, took advantage of the situation and slapped the tiger man youth: "Wake up, are you okay?"
"Ugh... I feel so dizzy... I'm still hit, meow..." Albert said weakly.
"Eve?" the werewolf youth questioned the artificial intelligence navigation system in the ship with a reproachful tone.
"The user's vital signs are within the normal range, but they are a little anemic and malnourished." Eve replied: "Treatment also requires physical strength. Although the user will also be given a certain level of nutritional supplement injections inside the medical cabin.
, but this patient’s absorption efficiency of nutritional supplements was not as good as expected.”
Because it was a nutritional supplement specially prepared for the ancient gods and humans, and Albert was just an orc after all. Bedivere murmured in his heart.
Bedivere then took out a dry food bar from his pocket and stuffed it in front of the tiger: "Al, can you stand up on your own? Put on your clothes quickly, eat something, and let your strength recover."
"Hehe..." Albert's face turned pale, and he took a bite of the dry food, "It's okay. He's not dead yet. Bring me my pants------"
Bediwell endured great nausea and took Tiger's clothes over: "Please tell me that you can wear it yourself, and you don't need me to help you put it on."
Albert had already eaten up all the dry food bars at this time. Feeling that he had regained a little strength, he rolled his eyes at the werewolf youth: "I don't need help from a selfish guy like you."
While Tiger was changing clothes, Bediwell also turned his attention to another medical cabin on the other side that was still in operation. The cat-man boy Mutt was still receiving treatment inside, and Mutt had just undergone an abdominal surgery.
, so it will take more time to be completely cured. Is there really no problem with this? Albert had only been lying in the medical cabin for about three hours just to heal his shoulder injury, and he was already too weak to get up.
To the extent. If the cat boy lies in the medical cabin all day, will he weaken and die even if he completes the treatment tomorrow?
"Eve, adjust the amount of nutrient solution, don't let the other user become too weak."
"Understood. The user's vital signs and acceptable recovery level are being recalculated. The nutritional agent ratio is being calculated. Nutritional agent re-administration has begun." The artificial intelligence carried out a series of operations in an orderly manner.
"Hey, so you are planning to use me as a guinea pig?" Albert had already dressed and climbed up at this time, and his stomach was growling with hunger, and he asked Bediwell for more food.
appearance.
"Don't be impatient, you greedy ghost." The werewolf youth saw through the tiger's thoughts and said with a long face, "I will take you to the dining hall right away. The food is Eve's synthesis of water and air. You can eat as much as you want.
How many."
"Hey, no wonder that dry food bar just now has no taste at all." Albert complained: "At least find a way to season it!"
Then he saw Bedivere staring at Mutt's medical cabin, and confessed: "I told that kid about Rufu."
"Did you tell him everything?" The werewolf young man snorted in surprise. He generally thought that Albert would not be such an honest and responsible person: "I just hope this will not cause any strange misunderstandings."
"Even if there is a misunderstanding because of this, it's your kid's fault." Albert pouted, "Why did Meow blindly call out Rufu's name when she first saw him?"
Do you know how hard it has been for me to hide it these past few days?"
"Then wouldn't it be better if you just told him the truth from the beginning?"
"That... is more difficult to say, meow------"
Bedivere gave Tiger a sharp look.
Albert shrugged, thinking that this was not his responsibility.
"But, it is really fate (Kama)." Bedivere then sighed: "Your little servant has obviously died once, but I didn't expect that you would meet a child who looks exactly like that child again."
."
Albert was unhappy: "So what are you arguing for? Mutt and Luffy are two completely different people. I don't believe that Mutt is Luffy's reincarnation."
"I didn't say he was." Bedivere thought clearly. In fact, Bedivere has some kind of ability that only he knows. He can vaguely sense the breath of the reincarnated person. Think of this "ability" as a
There is nothing wrong with this intuition, although it is only valid under certain conditions.
For Bedivere, the Mutt in front of him is obviously not a reincarnated person. He can feel it. So does this kitten just look similar to Luffy? But if that is the case, the matter is also
Isn't it too much of a coincidence?
And the most important point is that this young cat man named Mutt is a subordinate of the Sphinx Father. Once the matter involves this mysterious Sphinx Father, Bedivere always feels that it will happen.
It's much more complicated than it seems on the surface.
Even though he knew it was a routine, Albert didn't even mindlessly get involved in some American football game held by Father Sphinx. Bedivere couldn't help but worry about this stupid tiger. He hoped that the tiger wouldn't be stupid.
He must have gotten into some trouble that had nothing to do with him.