Chapter 1829 The Glory of the World to the Sun (35)
At the same time, in front of an abandoned church on the outskirts of Cairo's black market.
"Ah, you're finally here, boss." Seeing Bedivere's arrival from a distance, Lawrence seemed a little happy and came to greet him.
"Are you waiting for me?" Bedivere was a little stunned, "Why don't you go in and meet the people from the Brotherhood?"
At first, the werewolf young man thought that Lawrence would wait for him so considerately, and leave in order to introduce Bedivere, who does not belong to the Meyerson Brotherhood, to the Brotherhood. But after thinking about it, Bedivere felt that it was impossible. Lawrence was like this.
This guy must have other plans.
"Ah ha ha ha ha... let's go in." Lawrence's embarrassed look made Bedivere confirm his idea even more.
Looking from the outside of the abandoned church, it was impossible to see the mystery of the abandoned church. But when the two walked into the atrium of the church, surrounded by stone bricks and garden plants, Bediwell finally saw what was going on.
The people of the Meyerson Brotherhood gathered there quietly. It was very consistent with the Meyerson Brotherhood, a special organization that originated from archaeologists. It seemed that most of the people present were scholars, with only a few occasionally mixed in.
A combatant in a bodyguard-like role.
And Bediwell also saw that a person sitting quietly on some kind of floating wheelchair in a corner of the courtyard was the strategist Lawrence Little--one of the candidates in the Round Table Trial, and he was also Bediville.
Next to him is the younger brother of the bounty hunter Lawrence.
Bediwell remembered that Lawrence had mentioned before that the relationship between him and his younger brother was not good, so the werewolf young man immediately understood the reason why Lawrence was waiting for him at the door of the abandoned church - it turned out that Lawrence was this guy
Don't you want to meet your brother alone to avoid embarrassment?
"You are finally here!" Seeing the appearance of Bediwell and Lawrence, Academician Zuster came over to greet them. "Due to some special changes, the progress of the excavation work has been advanced. I was worried that you would not be able to catch up."
Woolen cloth."
"I didn't receive such a notice at all." Bedivere then rolled his eyes at Lawrence, with reproach in his eyes: "It seems that the guy responsible for conveying the news has neglected his duty."
"Ah ha ha ha ha... Anyway, we arrived in time, wouldn't it be great?" Lawrence the Great scratched his head and smiled with an irresponsible expression.
"It's still the same." It seemed that the existence of Bedivere and Lawrence the Great was also discovered. Little Lawrence, the strategist sitting in the floating wheelchair over there, said at the same time as he came over.
"Uh, hi, brother." Lawrence eldest greeted his younger brother with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Hi." As expected, little Lawrence's reaction was very cold, as if he was indifferent to his brother. His eyes fell on Bedivere, and it seemed that he was more interested in the strategist Lawrence than his brother.
Bedieville is interested.
"Can I take a moment to speak?" Little Lawrence, the strategist, said to Bediwell straight to the point.
"Uh, of course. -------Academician Zuster, when did you set off?" Bedivere tried to confirm first.
"Ten minutes later." Zuster pointed to the group of scholars in the distance who were busy packing something: "After the Brotherhood people have packed up various analytical instruments, we can set off."
"Okay." So Bedivere followed the strategist Lawrence to another corner of the courtyard.
"First of all," before little Lawrence could speak, Bedivere, who had been suppressing his curiosity since just now, rushed to ask: "Little Lawrence...right? I took a look at what you said yesterday.
In the match with Elaine, shouldn’t you be able to walk normally...?"
But what the hell is this floating wheelchair now? Bedivere's subtext did not ask.
"Is this it?" Little Lawrence moved his hand and patted the armrest of the wheelchair: "Then I believe you have done your homework and know what kind of person I am. I have been paralyzed since I was born, and even my fingers are missing.
I can't even move my head. It's...some kind of power...that allows me to move my body by willpower and simulate the movements of ordinary people."
Little Lawrence glanced into the distance. Over there, his elder brother Lawrence was looking at this side with great concern. However, the moment he and the strategist Little Lawrence's eyes met, he turned around in a panic, pretending not to care at all.
Not caring.
"But using that kind of power to move my body is, at best, just manipulating my immobile body like a marionette. That consumes too much energy and concentration. Today's task seems to be very important, so there is no room for failure.
?So I would rather use this kind of wheelchair to travel, so that I can focus more on controlling other equipment and better protect the excavation team."
"Huh..." Bediwell looked up and down at the floating wheelchair, which was only big enough for Lawrence to sit alone. It was made very delicate and compact. The wheelchair itself may be equipped with a photon engine or an electromagnetic engine, which can move distances
The ground floats. And it seems that this wheelchair is controlled by brain waves. As long as little Lawrence has this thought in his heart, it can fly around (float) freely. If little Lawrence doesn't need to use his mind to control his two
If the legs make movements that simulate walking, then indeed, he can save a lot of energy, and he will feel more relaxed in the subsequent work of supporting the excavation team.
"You know? If you had used this wheelchair in yesterday's game, Elaine would have had no chance of winning." Bedivere couldn't help complaining.
"That's impossible, Mr. Bedivere." However, little Lawrence smiled lightly: "This wheelchair was specially customized by Great Britain before. However, its production process was too complicated, and it still couldn't catch up with yesterday's competition. Yesterday
It was only because I agreed to help the Meyerson Brotherhood that the people from the Brotherhood stepped in to help and built this telekinetic wheelchair."
"Well... that's a real pity, Mr. Lawrence." Bedivere replied awkwardly. It seems that Elaine was able to win yesterday not only because of his own ability, but also because the White Bear Man left.
Little luck.
However, luck is actually a type of ability.
"One more thing, please don't call me [Little Lawrence]. It sounds awkward." Strategist Little Lawrence said, "Just call me Eric."
"Okay, Eric." Bedivere then changed his words: "Didn't you just say you had something to talk to me about? What is it?"
"You know, Mr. Bedivere, I had no intention of participating in this so-called [excavation] at first. I have no interest in the treasures of the first pharaoh King Menes."
"Oh, so you came back to participate in this excavation just to protect your brother?" Bedivere then analyzed it jokingly.
"No." Eric immediately denied, "It has nothing to do with him. I just heard people from the Meyerson Brotherhood say something about [Yingqi Orb]."
"So you are also thinking about the [Yingqi Orb]." Bediwell suddenly had a long face. Of course, the reason why the werewolf youth Bediwell came to participate in this excavation was largely for this [Yingqi Orb].
Strange Orb]. It is said that this treasure is in the tomb of Menis, and the special power contained in this treasure may help Bedivere find his long-lost son.
Of course, everything is ambiguous and there are too many undetermined factors. In fact, Bediwell did not have high hopes. He just came to participate in the excavation with the mentality of giving it a try.
"I heard from people in the Brotherhood that special treasures discovered during excavations will be owned by whoever finds them. I also heard that Mr. Bedivere may have come here for the [Yingqi Orb], so I
Let me discuss it with you first. If you really find this treasure, I don’t ask you to give it to me. But can you lend me the [Yingqi Orb]? Even if it’s only for a minute, I will only
Used to investigate something."
"Why are you telling me this? It seems like only I can discover the Yingqi Orb, but you will definitely not be able to discover this treasure." Bedivere couldn't help complaining.
"Because I am African, and Mr. Bedivere, you are European." Unexpectedly, Eric suddenly said such a sentence.
"Uh...what?" The werewolf youth couldn't follow the opponent's logic for a while, and couldn't help but tilt his head in a daze.
"A relatively superstitious saying that has been passed down from a long time ago is that the Pharaoh Menes placed a curse on his people so that his people in Africa would never be able to find the treasures in his tomb." Strategist Aye
Rick further explained: "I'm not a superstitious person, Mr. Bedivere. I don't believe in those messy curses...but I do believe that [curses] exist in the world. I
My brother is also a spell user, did you know?"
"Uh..." Bedivere snorted. He had just talked to Lawrence about the spell not long ago. The werewolf young man was still hesitating whether to accept the spell given to him by Lawrence.
The fragments of fire.
"I won't mention the superstitious theory. But scientifically speaking, Menes was a very powerful magician in the past. He may really be able to cast a spell on the entire African people, so that his people in Egypt will never die.
His treasure cannot be found. Moreover, this kind of spell can be passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years------in theory, this is not completely impossible."
"Ha," Bedivere couldn't believe it. He felt that Eric's description of all this was too mysterious: "Is the spell really that powerful? Can it also affect people's luck? The spell shouldn't be just a stronger form of hypnosis.
Is it? It doesn’t affect what people can and cannot do, right? It can’t be passed down from generation to generation in the blood of Africans like genetic genes, affecting their luck from generation to generation, right?”
"Why not?" Eric replied seriously: "Spells are much more profound than you think, Mr. Bedivere."
"I just talked to your brother before. He clearly said that there is no such powerful spell that can affect other people's thoughts..."
Then Bedivere's words seemed to touch the strategist Eric's back. He suddenly became gloomy and said faintly: "He knows something. He doesn't even know what he is doing."
"Don't talk about your brother like that." The werewolf young man couldn't help but get a little angry, and was about to teach the strategist Eric a lesson.
"Have you finished talking?" However, Academician Zuster came over and interrupted the conversation between the two: "The people in the technical department are ready, we can go."
"Okay." Eric left Bedivere and walked away with Academician Zuster.