Chapter 1944: Capture and Trap in Huguang Thirteen
At the same time, on the Red Sea in Africa, there was a forest of stone pillars.
"Bastard" Bedivere was already lying on the bed ready to sleep, but there was a constant sound of gurgling water in the room because he lent the bathroom in the captain's lounge to Paramedis for him to take a bath.
I washed it for a long time, as if I planned to stay in the bathroom forever and never get out.
In the dead of night, the sound of the water was really harsh. Bedivere couldn't sleep due to the noise, so he climbed out of bed, hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out.
He originally planned to go for a walk, but as soon as he came out of the captain's cabin, he immediately realized that he actually had nowhere to go. Well, anyway, he just wanted to take a walk around the destination. Maybe walking on the deck would be more suitable.
Seglade also specially built an entire pine forest for Bediville in the green area. That kind of garden scenery is perfect for relaxing.
"Huh?" However, as soon as he arrived on the deck, he saw a light of fire coming from the pine forest in the green area. He almost thought that the pine forest was about to catch fire, but when he looked carefully, he found that the so-called fire was actually a fire.
It is believed that the campfire was built, and it was not a real open fire, but a device similar to a portable heater.
There, Seglade was sitting next to a tent, warming himself around the stove.
"What are you doing here?" Bedivere approached and asked, dumbfounded, "Isn't there a room prepared for you in the ship? Why don't you sleep in your own room and deliberately run out to sleep in the open? You are really a weirdo."
"Mr. Bedivere, the [room] you are talking about refers to the kind of room that only has a strange bed, and you can't sleep on it without taking off your clothes." Seglade stuck out his tongue: "No, thank you, I don't
If you get used to sleeping, meow."
"No one said you have to take off your clothes, and it's okay to leave your underwear on." Bediwell was even more dumbfounded: "Just think of the gel coming out of the air gel bed as a quilt."
"Forget it. Wearing only underpants is also called sleeping in a fruit." Seglade stuck out his tongue again: "And it's quite nice here. The wind is cool and the water is cold. Shining Silver likes this pine forest very much."
The [Flash Silver] he was talking about was the little pseudo-dragon he kept. It was because of the little lizard that Seglade specially created such a pine forest in the green area of the ship.
This pine forest is very similar to the residence of the pseudodragons, and can give Flash Silver a more comfortable habitat.
"You pamper your little pet too much." Bedivere complained. However, he knew that Seglade had to do this. Several body fluids of the pseudo-dragon are necessary materials for making various types of magic rosin.
, without the efforts of Flash Silver, Bediwell and the others would not be able to produce several kinds of magical rosin commonly used in battle.
"Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" and now Flash Silver was lying on Seglade's shoulder, yawning with a contented look on his face. When the little lizard yawned, he squeezed out a tear and slid down his cheek, Seg
Ryder calmly used a small test tube to catch the precious drop of magical pseudo-dragon tears.
Bedivere vaguely remembered that the tears were diluted thousands of times and then mixed into the rosin of the magic pine tree, turning into a batch of frozen rosin powder.
"Mr. Bedivere, what are you looking at? Why don't you sit down and make a fire?" Seglade put away the small test tube, put the barbecue fork aside next to the stove, and continued to roast his marshmallows.
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"It really smells like camping." The werewolf youth sat next to Segre and said. He secretly glanced at the tent next to him. There were all the camping equipment inside, not to mention necessities such as lanterns and sleeping bags. Segre
The Dena boy even brought a UV lamp to repel mosquitoes. However, the magic pine forest is filled with the aroma of rosin, which itself is a natural medicinal material that can repel mosquitoes. In fact, there are almost no mosquitoes here.
There seems to be no use for UV lights or anything like that.
"So you used to have a hobby of camping?" Bedivere then asked: "I thought you two brothers were the type who liked to work hard in research laboratories, smelting furnaces, and the like, and never left home.
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"Not necessarily, meow." Seglade said with a smile: "The Turkic Elephant people are excellent pharmacists and alchemists. They often go to the wilderness of the Everglades to collect medicine, and they go out for several days.
, life is spent in the wild. Our three brothers have all been in Turks for many years, especially Hal. He almost grew up in Turks and received the education of Turkic people. Camping life is definitely indispensable.
Meow."
"I see." Bediwell then casually agreed: "Then you must also be very experienced in preparing various herbal medicines, right?"
"It's not meow at all." Seglade waved his hands with a wry smile: "Both my brother and I are not good at meow at all. It's too late to receive the education of a pharmacist, and there is no way to learn many things. But little Hal, he has not been able to learn meow since he was a child.
By learning how to prepare herbal medicine, I can prepare a lot of special potions that can only be prepared by humans. I really don’t have the confidence to handle hundreds of different ingredients as accurately and strictly as Hal does. It’s too complicated.
I don’t even know how that kid did it."
"Then he's really awesome." Bedivere said casually. He didn't know that little Hal was such a talented kid before, although he did see Hal using the potion he concocted to save the siege on the ghost ship. But
Bedivere was not surprised at all. If Hal still had the spirit of Pavlov the Elephant Man in his body, then the child might actually be an experienced pharmacist from birth.
"Sometimes I can't help but feel scared, Meow." Seglade leaned against the metal fence of the nursery and whispered, "My brother has a pair of skillful hands and can make many delicate instruments; and Hal also has the talent to prepare potions.
I’m worried about my future. But I don’t know anything. I only know how to pick up a hammer and strike an iron."
"But you have created the Luna Steel weapon. This is a great invention, isn't it?" Bedivere comforted.
"That kind of thing can actually be made by anyone as long as they know the ingredients and steps," Seglade said.
Bediwell blinked: "At least I can't understand it, even if I strictly follow the ingredients."
This is the truth.
"It's up to you, meow." Seglade thought Bedivere was just being polite and didn't waver much.
"So seriously, why did you two brothers come to participate in the Round Table Trial?" Bediwell asked a question that he had always wanted to ask: "It seems that you are not lacking anything, and there is nothing particularly you want to go to.
Realize your dream. Do you want to become a Knight of the Round Table just to satisfy your own vanity? Or do you want to prove to Palamedes and Vivian how capable you are and how capable you are of being independent?"
"It's not Meow." Seglade blinked and asked mysteriously: "Do you really want to know Meow?"
"Don't show off," Bedivere replied unhappily.
"My brother and I participated in the Round Table Trial with only one goal, which was to resurrect our mother, Meow."
"What? Vivian?"
"It's not Aunt Vivian, it's our biological mother, Meow." Seglade quickly corrected: "Even if it's only for a short time, I want to see my mother again, Meow."
"But you know very well that it is impossible to bring back the dead." Bedivere did not continue because all this was too stupid.
"It can be done, nya. A demon girl appeared in front of my brother and I before, telling us that we can use artificial human technology to recreate dead people, nya." Seglade said: "You may also know that demon girl.
Meow."
"Morgose." The werewolf young man said this name without even thinking. Yes, there are only a few people in the world who are called witches and have artificial human technology that can resurrect the dead. And Bediwell
There is only one person I know. What's more, Morgose is Vivian's sister, so it is foreseeable that she will come to Vivian's family to cause trouble.
"Are you kidding?" Bedivere was a little angry: "Do you really think that witch Morgoth will help you unconditionally and resurrect your biological mother?! That must be a trap!"
"I know, so we decided not to negotiate directly with Morgoth." Seglade said: "We will definitely become the Knights of the Round Table. Then we will use the power of the Knights and the relationship with His Majesty King Arthur to negotiate with Morgoth."
We need to negotiate with Si and let her fulfill our wishes. This is the best way my brother and I have come up with."
"What a fart." Bedivere then scolded: "You will definitely hurt Vivian if you do this. Your mother is dead, and people cannot be resurrected. You should forget the past like running water. Wishful thinking, resurrection
What can a false artificial mother do? What should Paramedes do then? Do you want him to choose between his late wife and Vivian?!"
"I never thought there were so many cats." Seglade muttered: "This is a goal that my brother and I set a few years ago. At that time, my father was still a stone statue and we couldn't even see him come back to life.
Hope meow."
"This still hurts Vivian's heart, right?!" Bedivere said angrily: "She has brought you three brothers up single-handedly in the past seven years, hasn't she?!"
Seglade didn't speak. From his expression, it seemed that what Bedivere said was not entirely correct.
"She didn't?"
"Aunt Vivian has given us a lot of living expenses. It's really a lot, so much that we can't use it up." Seglade said, "But she is very busy at work, and often leaves us three brothers alone in the Turks."
Meow. We grew up under the care of the Turkic people, meow."
"Even so"
"If it's just because I'm very busy at work, forget it," Seglade continued, "but I always feel that Aunt Vivian is alienating us. She has never looked at me."