"Hey, I'm so tired..." Before Bediwell returned to his sand boat, he started rubbing his shoulders like an old man on the small transport boat.
"Why do you feel tired? You were lying down during [that] process and your body didn't move. And even though months have passed [over there], only a few hours have actually passed [here]
"At that time, Arthur was still chatting with Bedivere using Great Britain's military encrypted communication. When he heard Bedivere shouting that he was tired, he complained like this. Of course, even though the communication was encrypted, King Arthur still spoke very carefully, not at all.
There is no mention of things in another world nine hundred years later. This makes Arthur's words sound like some kind of cipher text, which is extremely difficult to understand.
"But I'm really tired." Bedivere continued to rub his shoulders, his eyes fell on the horizon where the sun had completely set in the distance, observing the ray of light after sunset, "Have you heard of it, Arthur? Yes.
People often dream while sleeping. If they dream for a long time and dream too frequently, it will affect the quality of sleep. Not only will they not recover from fatigue after waking up, but they will become even more tired. I don’t know that our situation is similar to this.
How high is the sex, but, well, that’s probably what it means anyway. I don’t know the specifics, and I’m not a scientist.”
"I probably understand what you want to say, although it sounds unreasonable." Arthur snorted, but there didn't seem to be any irony in the snort. Instead, Bedivere felt that the microphone
Arthur on the other side was seriously thinking about this possibility.
It is precisely because King Arthur would not laugh off Bedivere's words, but would often analyze those seemingly unreasonable and crazy ideas in a serious manner in private, that Bedivere admired this King of Great Britain so much.
"Anyway, thank you for your hard work. Let's have a good rest when we get back." Arthur did not continue to talk about this matter, but changed the topic: "There are still four days left before the final battle of the Round Table Trial.
It’s also time for you to think carefully about the strategies to win in the decisive battle. To be honest, among the candidates who advanced to the finals this time, I think there are at least two opponents who you can’t defeat no matter how hard you struggle. They don’t work hard to seek breakthroughs.
If so, you will lose in this final, right?"
"Well..." Bedivere did not reply, but responded vaguely.
"See you later." At this time, the transport boat was very close to the deck of the Dawn. The werewolf young man pretended to be busy landing and hurriedly interrupted the conversation. He jumped and landed on the wonderful deck of the Dawn, which was full of green plants.
The green plantation garden of Dawn still has a soft brightness at night, because there are several plants planted here that emit bioluminescence at night, including the improved fire charm flower. The orange light on the flower buds of that thing
Just like the street lights in the courtyard, it has a strange beauty.
"Segled, are you still here?" Bediwell asked curiously when he saw Segled setting up a stove or something like a device outside the tent in the green garden to cook rosin, "You have been here all day.
Can you really tolerate camping in this kind of place? Why don't you go into the cabin and lie down comfortably on the soft sofa? I've obviously asked Eve to reserve a room for you."
"This, meow," Seglade said with a bitter smile, mixing the rosin from the magic pine tree in a container thoroughly: "I just like the atmosphere here, meow. This green plantation garden is becoming more and more like a Turkic swamp, with plants
Surrounded by the scent, it smells very comfortable."
The rosin heated in the container has higher fluidity. As Seglade stirred it with a wooden stick, some of the magazines in the rosin continued to sink and float. After repeated purification and then cooling, the particles floating on the top were removed.
And those magazines that are at the lowest level, only take the purest rosin in the middle, crush it, and mix it with the body fluid of the pseudo-dragon, you can make three completely different magic rosin, freezing, burning, and thunder, which can give Bedivere their
It is used for weapon enchanting. Seglade is now carefully purifying the base material of magic rosin, all in order to make the magic rosin exert a better effect in actual combat.
Thinking of this, Bediwell thought it would be better not to disturb Seglade as much as possible--although the Leopard man's current behavior was like playing house, cooking a pot and not filling his stomach.
Fake soup...
Bediwell took another look at the sleeping bag in the tent. This kid Seglade had completely lived here. He had been camping in a tent in the green garden for several days. Although everyone has his own ambitions, Seglade
It’s not bad to like to camp in such a place, but Bediwell always feels that this guy Seglade is avoiding something...
"Where's Albert?" Bedivere asked casually, remembering the Khajiit youth who had been treated in the Dawn's medical room.
"As for Mr. Albert, he probably flew away on his iron horse in the evening, meow. If you come back in another hour or so, you might be able to say goodbye to him, meow." Seglade was still stirring as if nothing had happened.
In the pot of rosin, there was a pseudo-dragon on his shoulder - his pet [Flash Silver]. The little thing looked curiously at the pot of translucent colloid that was constantly fragrant but inedible.
"Huh," Bedivere didn't say anything. He just turned around and walked towards the cabin a little embarrassed. After entering, he muttered in a low voice: "Who wants to say goodbye to such a heartless guy?"
He knew that every time Albert returned to the Dawn Region, he was going to die. He might never return and die on the battlefield of Lviv in the [Great Hunting Festival]. But Albert didn't ask him for help.
, Bediwell is not easy to take action, it should be said that he can't find a reason to help the Khajiit youth. This is no longer a matter between the two of them, it even involves the orcs in the Dawn Region and the Warcraft Hunter Organization
face issues, diplomatic issues involving Great Britain and the Dawn Region, and more. If Bedivere casually intervenes in the [Great Hunting Festival] in the name of helping friends, it will only make the problem more complicated.
So Bediwell couldn't intervene in this matter, unless Albert asked him for help, otherwise he couldn't intervene. But the stupid tiger was particularly stubborn in the key place, even if he didn't ask Bediwell, he always wanted him to ask.
The question asked.
So, this was already the second time, Bedivere watched Albert rush to the [Great Hunting Festival], but there was no room for him to stay, and he didn't take any action.
How embarrassing.
Meow~ Just when the werewolf youth was wondering, a cat meow interrupted his concentration. Just at the corner of the corridor in front, a little black cat swaggered past. Then------
"Meow~" Obert, that little idiot, also followed behind the cat's ass, crawling on all fours, imitating the cat's meow as he crawled. Even the crawling movements were exactly the same as the black cat's "cat walk".
Of course, that black cat is Kate’s cat, and its name seems to be Little Black. That cat was originally a wild cat, and it has lived in the “swamp neighborhood” underground in Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, for many years. Of course, what happened?
I have seen all kinds of weirdos and fools, and I can still remain calm when encountering strange things, and continue walking in front with a calm face. On the other hand, the little tiger Obert behind Xiao Hei is lamely learning the cat walk, which makes Bedivere want to laugh.
.
"What are you doing? Where is Kate?" Bedivere asked.
"I was taken away by doctors from Great Britain for a physical examination~" Obert was still learning the cat walk attentively, and he answered very casually: "Uncle White Tiger just now taught me how to walk like a cat, saying that it can be exercised.
Balance and hunting skills."
"ha?"
"You see, cats are born hunters, and their walking postures are prepared for hunting at any time." Obert didn't know where he heard the fallacy, so he said seriously: "So, Uncle Tiger also
As I said, if you want to become a powerful hunter, you must first learn their skills from other natural hunters."
"Is this a fallacy that that guy Albert taught you?" Bedivere said with a long face, "Don't listen to him, he is just teasing you."
"It's meow? But it's quite fun like this, meow hahaha~" Obert followed the little black cat while wagging his tail. The black cat ignored the little tiger's silly behavior and continued walking as he should.
It continued to walk gracefully, turning back to glance at Obert from time to time, as if it was scorning this stupid orc child with its dead fish eyes.
"Forget it..." Bedivere saw that Obert was having fun and had no reason to stop him, so he shrugged and gave up. Children are really good. They find everything new and interesting, even learning how to play cats.
You can have fun while walking. When will Obert get tired of this kind of gameplay? That is something to worry about later.
"Eve, watch this kid, don't let him go to any dangerous place in the ship." Bedivere added one more sentence.
"Understood, Captain. All-round monitoring has been carried out." The sand ship's artificial intelligence navigation system replied.
Originally, with Eve monitoring the whole process, Obert, the brat, couldn't do anything no matter how naughty he was. But Bediwell was curious about why there were so many adults on the ship, and no one was following Obert to look after this.
You kid? You just let it all go?
The next second, Bediwell understood. In fact, it was not that no one was watching, it was just that the person watching was far away and was watching secretly. Big Lawrence poked his head out from the corner of the corridor, stealing
He smiled while observing Obert from a distance, wondering what his motives were.
"What are you doing again?" Bedivere walked over and asked directly: "And why are you smiling so obscenely?"
"But, boss, don't you think he's cute? Well, I mean, that kid twists his butt and imitates the way a cat walks."
"I don't think so. I'm not a cat slave, and your thoughts are very dangerous." Bedivere said with a long face.
"Huhu." Lawrence didn't respond. He continued to stare at Obert from a distance and casually changed the topic: "Boss, you haven't had dinner yet, right? When your blood sugar level drops, you become irritable."
"You don't need to worry about my blood sugar level." Bediwell snorted, and then walked towards the crew lounge: "I haven't eaten dinner yet. Please don't cause any trouble while I'm eating and resting, thank you.
."
"Oh, let's go, let's eat and drink." Lawrence waved his hand perfunctorily. Over there, Obert had already walked away with the cat, so this guy followed closely behind.
Why are there so many weirdos on this ship? Bedivere couldn't help but wonder.
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Black Panther is looking for you." Lawrence, who was clearly following Obert and had already walked out for a while, suddenly remembered something and turned around and confessed: "They don't know what mysterious research they are doing, and they won't tell me.
.Anyway, they asked you to go to the old mage's workshop whenever you have free time. Boss, why don't you go over there after dinner."
"Palamedes? Looking for me?" Bedivere couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Big Cat and Old Man Logan didn't know what they were plotting this time. (To be continued)