At the same time(?), Cairo Grand Hotel in Egypt, Africa.
"I, I'm back." Elaine gently opened the door and walked into the room. Although she didn't know if Bediwell was there, it was already so late. What if Bediwell spent the night in this hotel room? So White Bear
People are very careful not to make any noise.
There seemed to be someone in the room, and from the end of the entrance corridor came the soft, almost faint light from the master bedroom. Sure enough, Bediwell was there.
"No, why don't you spend the night on your own ship?" The white bear man looked in and murmured in a low voice.
"Shh!" The werewolf youth turned his head and gestured to Elaine, indicating that the white bear man should speak softer. On his bed beside him, a tiger man boy had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring weakly and rhythmically.
.
"This, who is this child?"
"The lost child." Bedivere tiptoed to Elaine, "I helped him find his mother all night long and still didn't have any clue, so let him sleep for the time being."
Since Bedivere had returned to the Cairo Hotel, he was too lazy to find a way back to the Dawn, so he placed Obert in his hotel room.
"Elaine, where have you been all day and you're back now? Ouch! This horrible sweat smell!"
"I, I went to practice." The white bear man replied in a low voice, "Mr. Solar said there is a way for me to control myself better and not turn into that crazy monster at will."
"You followed Solar out to practice all day?" The werewolf young man looked at the white bear man in disbelief: "You have become too familiar with Solar recently, right?"
"Uh, um," Elaine scratched her head in embarrassment.
"Be careful." Bedivere said angrily: "If you are too familiar with it now, it will be more painful when the actual duel comes on the playing field."
"No, it won't happen. I know it's a competition, that is, even if the opponent is Mr. Solar, I won't."
"Okay, stop talking." Bediwell pinched his nose with disgust: "The smell of your sweat is killing me. Go take a bath and go to bed early. We each have games tomorrow.
Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes." The white bear scratched his head again and walked towards the bathroom.
"By the way, what kind of training have you done with Solar?" Bedivere suddenly asked: "Why does it sound so suspicious? In addition to the smell of sweat, there is also a fishy smell."
"Fishing, fishing." Elaine replied.
"What?"
"Mr. Solar believes that as long as the shark-man form's nature is brought into full play, he can slowly learn how to control it when it goes crazy and makes trouble, so I have been in the Mediterranean all day today.
"Coastal fishing"
"Are you idiots?" Bedivere didn't know whether he was angry or funny: "So you have been a shark swimming in the Mediterranean all day?!"
"Yes, yes"
"So have you found a way to control the shark-man form?" Bedivere asked angrily.
"One, a little bit"
"Or maybe it's just because I spent a whole day fishing to my heart's content and exhausted too much energy." Bedivere sighed: "Uh, whatever you want. Go take a shower."
"Uh-huh," Elaine walked into the bathroom.
Bedivere frowned and did not continue to say anything. He walked back to the living room, found a blanket to cover himself, and lay on the sofa. Elaine seemed to have something to hide, but Bedivere had no intention of asking the White Bear Man.
.Although it seems that the White Bear Man wasted a whole day trying to master the control of his newly acquired Shark Man transformation, but what is the reality? Tomorrow's game will know. After all, everyone always hides something for themselves.
Being a bit of a pushover, Bediwell felt that it was not good to go to the bottom of what Elaine did. They would probably encounter the same problem again in the finals. At that time, they would learn Elaine's hidden secrets openly and openly on the battlefield.
I'm always looking forward to the stunt I'm going to do.
The night is already deep. But Bediwell is not sleepy at all. After working hard all day today, the werewolf young man is too tired to sleep. Even Elaine, a stupid bear, is actively practicing to strengthen himself, Bediwell
Weir always feels that he has done nothing all day long, and tomorrow's game will be very difficult.
Then he suddenly remembered that he had actually gained new power, the magic fire that Lawrence gave him. It was a forbidden power, a magic that was activated by extracting power from the user's body. But there is no such thing as magic.
It will not cause harm to the user if used. Maybe Bediwell should take out the spell fire and study it carefully if he has time.
He then walked to the terrace of the hotel suite (it felt so dangerous to use magic fire indoors), sat cross-legged on the floor, and stretched out his right hand. Soon, a ball of flames emitted a steady red light, the so-called magic fire.
Fire appeared out of thin air from the palm of his hand.
It was also at this time that Bedivere had the opportunity to take a closer look at his own magical fire. Dialogue is very important. The person who distributed this magical fire to Bedivere was the magician Lawrence.
Lawrence said that a spellcaster needs to communicate with his own spell fire from time to time in order to better understand his spells. Simply put, when all spells are used, the user commands the spell.
The fire of the spell allows the spell fire to cast spells (spells). If the spellcaster cannot communicate well with the spirit being that is his partner, the spellcaster will not be able to use spells freely.
If you take a closer look, you can see that it is really not much different from an ordinary fireball, except that it has almost no heat. This thing is more like a light bulb that can emit firelight. It is not actually a fireball, but a kind of spiritual energy.
Body. According to Lawrence, this cursed fire should originally be a spiritual body created by the great teacher Clara. It should be an inch between the Holy Spirit and evil spirits. This spiritual body gradually split from the original one into
Countless subsets continue to expand and multiply with the increase in spellcasters in the world.
The way it proliferates is to collect excess free photons from the user's body. Generally speaking, non-epic creatures will take food from the environment and absorb free photons. Free photons will make the body of the creature stronger, but they will not stay for long.
In the body of a living thing, it will eventually escape. The magic fire collects the free photons that are about to escape and be wasted to continuously strengthen itself. From this point of view, this thing is quite scientific and will not affect the host.
Survive and become stronger as time goes by.
However, I always felt a little uneasy. Looking at the fire in front of me, Bediwell felt panic in his heart. There is a price to pay for using power. The greater the power, the greater the price. Every time you use a spell, the actual cost is
The above is to take something from the user's body. As for what is taken away, it depends on the actual situation. Because it threatens the user's life, the spell is called a dangerous forbidden spell.
Today, in order to defeat the powerful guardian in the tomb of the Pharaoh, Bediwell has used several seemingly extremely powerful spells. Even if the cost of using these spells is to consume his life, he will not
He would be surprised. But so far, he hasn't felt any changes in his body. Is there really no problem with this?
Just when the werewolf young man stared at the magic fire in his hand, his eyes were suddenly surrounded by darkness. All the scenes were transformed into boundless darkness, except for the flame in his hand that was still shining.
"Huh?" When the werewolf youth woke up to the changes around him, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Is anyone there?" he called.
There was no response. Apart from darkness, there was deathly silence. The hotel room was originally filled with the faint sound of Obert's snoring and the sound of Elaine's water running in the shower, but these sounds had completely disappeared.
The silence gripped Bedivere, causing the werewolf youth to panic. He thought that the overly powerful spell he used before would eventually have to pay a price, but now the fire of his spell would demand a price from him and take away his
life!
"There is no such thing." However, a voice interrupted Bedivere's panic. A voice suddenly appeared in the darkness, not far away, it seemed that he could reach it by walking.
"Who?" The werewolf youth then looked in the direction of the sound, even though he knew that the place where the sound was located was only darkness.
Or maybe not.
There, a fire light lit up. A woman wearing a black robe sat on the ground, and the spell fire in her hand dimly illuminated a small area around her body, allowing Bedivere to see her in the darkness.
The black robe has a slightly tattered feel, but the black hood and collar are delicately embroidered with lace carvings using pure gold threads. These pure gold carvings seem to be made of metal threads, and may even be made of metal threads.
It is made of pure gold braided threads, so even though the fabric of the black robe is a little worn, the metal parts are always new. They reflect the charming and beautiful gold color and the black cloth under the light of the magic fire.
The robe is in sharp contrast. The gold-wrapped black robe has a large hood, and the hood covers most of the woman's face. However, the woman's fair face is still looming in front of Bediwell. It is a typical oval face, delicate.
The chin and the perfectly thick red lips showed that the face of this woman hidden under the shadow of the hood must be the face of a great beauty.
"Who are you?" The werewolf young man hummed in confusion.
"My name is Clara, and I am now contacting you with the power of the magic fire." The woman replied in a calm tone: "If you can see me, your soul must be very powerful."