Chapter 2567 The absolute victory over Wang Qi (22)
Chapter 2567 A decisive victory over Wang Qi (twenty-two)
"Arrived." As the small transport boat approached, Bediwell and others could see a silver, strange-shaped ship moored in the stone pillar forest of the Red Sea from a distance.
That is of course Bediville's sand ship [Dawn], but now it looks a little different than usual--because it is just starting the docking program, and the ship's [Combat Module] and [Life Module] pass
"Oh oh oh oh, combined!!" "It's so awesome!" Two other guys, one big and one small, who were also sitting on the small transport boat, shouted at the same time. The [small] one was of course Zuster.
The academician's son Jonathan, and the [big] man actually refers to the gladiator Bereld.
"Isn't it just a combination? Is it necessary to have such a big reaction?" Bedivere said disapprovingly.
"What? Don't you know? [Fusion] is a man's romance!" Bereld protested loudly, dancing like a child.
"That's true, boss." Lawrence also interjected from the side. If this guy hadn't seen the fusion and disintegration of the Dawn earlier, he would probably be following the two idiots, one big and one small, making noises now.
"That's right, I'm the only one who is out of touch with the times. As long as you like it..." Bedivere was too lazy to argue with these guys.
"So this is the famous Dawn." Bereld added: "It's really spectacular when you get closer."
"Is my boat really that famous?"
"What? Do you not know or are you pretending not to know?" Gladiator said again: "This is that legendary warship? That Dawn? Cairo was attacked by [Moby Dick] before, and it suddenly appeared
And repelled the desert demon whale Moby Dick? The heroic appearance of the Dawn in combat has long been spread throughout the two continents of Africa and Europe through major media. Now it is not only famous in Egypt, but also throughout Africa and even Europe.
Does anyone know its name?!＂
"Yes, I do remember this happening..." Bedivere said perfunctorily. It is true that the Dawn defeated Moby Dick head-on. But it really became famous in one battle and simply won the
Did it attract the attention of the whole world? Such an exaggeration?
"It's not because the battle on the Dawn was so exciting, it's because Moby Dick is really a terrifying legendary monster. Its terror must have been spread to Europe." Lawrence added: "What's more, our ship has participated in
During Moby Dick’s crusade, some people who didn’t know the truth even thought it was the Dawn that killed Moby Dick.”
"How could this be possible? It was the [Peggott] that completed that blow? It was precisely because Captain Arc and his crew sacrificed themselves that we were able to defeat Moby Dick. Didn't those people kill me?"
Did you listen to the battle report?!"
"What you said is one thing, but how they understand it is another matter." Gladiator Bereld added: "In that kind of natural disaster-level battle, people still need to establish a hero and an idol as a hero.
The spiritual pillar they worship. They can only mourn the people who died in the battle, but cannot worship them, so it does not meet their needs. And you and your ship just happen to stay under the brightest spotlight on the stage, being ignored by people.
Just paying attention."
"I would rather not have this kind of attention..." Bedivere said gloomily.
"Why not? Fame is a kind of bargaining chip. The more famous you are, the more you can use this bargaining chip to gain more advantages for yourself in negotiations. Why not if it is beneficial?"
Bediwell responded to Bereld's questioning with silence. A few months ago he was a werewolf living anonymously in the snowfields of Western Siberia, and now he has become the widely known Bediwell.
Captain Weir, this kind of drastic change was not what he wanted, and it would not be easy for him to adapt to it for a while.
"You're afraid of change, right?" Bereld asked quietly: "An unchanging life makes you feel at ease, but too many sudden changes make you confused. You are such a person, right?"
Bedivere didn't answer.
The transport boat landed on the deck of the Dawn. At this time, the green plant area of the ship had been raised, and the deck was a pleasant garden scene.
"Planting trees on the boat is awesome," the gladiator whistled.
"Welcome back, Mr. Bediwell, meow." Seglade, who had been staying in the green area, came over and asked, "Are these two...?"
"Gladiator Bereld, you should know him. This is the son of Academician Zuster (Bediwell suddenly thought that Seglade might not know Zuster at all)... Uh, Melson
Brotherhood guys."
"Oh." The Leopard Man youth replied in an understatement, not showing much interest in Jonathan, but looking at Bereld with caution. After all, Gladiator Bereld was his competitor in [Round Table Trial]
One------and a strong competitor.
"Is Uncle Paramedes back too? He should have received the [combat module] on my behalf, right?" Bedivere asked again.
"Yes, Dad is back with Aunt Vivian, meow. If you are looking for him, you should be able to find him in the common room, meow." Seglade replied, while busy with the work at hand -----
-Collect the resin from magic pine trees to make magic rosin for enchanting weapons.
"Well, when will dad pick me up?" Jonathan asked.
"He will come over to join us after he finishes the matters with the brotherhood." Bediwell casually compiled: "You can play with the other children on the boat first and wait for him to come. If you need anything, just ask this guy."
Uncle Lawrence, he will help you deal with it."
"So is this the nanny on your ship... or the steward?"
"None of that! I'm the first mate on the ship!" Lawrence interrupted, dumbfounded.
"Huh? Are you?" Bediwell was surprised: "I always thought you were a heavy-duty handyman..."
"Even the boss, you make this kind of joke!"
"Hahahahaha." Bedivere burst into laughter and sent Jonathan and Lawrence away.
"If you guessed correctly, there should be a boatload of little furballs on your boat." Bereld, the gladiator who walked into the cabin with the werewolf youth, said as he walked.
"What you said is not completely wrong, but you'd better not call him a little fur ball in front of Uncle Palamides." Bediwell reminded: "Uncle Palamides himself won't care about this.
La, but his wife------"
"What's wrong with his wife?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind the werewolf youth, faint and cold.
Bedivere shuddered and her hair stood on end: "Um, Vivian..."
"So you want to say that Paramy is magnanimous, while a little woman like me is relatively stingy? Is that what you mean?" Vivian asked.
"There's no such thing, hahaha..." Bedivere said with a smile: "But probably no wife would like to hear her husband called a little furball, right? Probably."
Vivian rolled her eyes at Bedivere and Bereld: "No, you can scream, he is indeed a hairball. Even a furry monster. In fact, his cat hair always falls all over the floor in my research institute.
It affects the operation of various equipment. I have found this very annoying since a long time ago. It would be great if you can make him realize this."
"Hahaha... I will mention this to him..." Bedivere then said with a bitter smile.
"Very good." The succubus nodded: "A group of you men are gathered there, probably to discuss something? I have something to do today, so I won't disturb you. But don't let Paramy do anything dangerous?"
He's been restless enough lately."
"Okay, okay, of course." Bedivere nodded perfunctorily.
"Well, good day everyone." Vivian bowed slightly and saluted, then accelerated and walked away.
"His Majesty King Arthur's sister, Vivian Conwell." Bereld whispered after Vivian walked away.
"You know very clearly."
"I have also done some research," the gladiator said.
Bedivere couldn't help but murmur in her heart, what kind of "research" was it? It actually went into researching Vivian's identity.
"What is your wish, Bereld?" Bedivere asked casually before arriving in the lounge.
"desire?"
"Well, since you signed up to participate in the Round Table Trial, it means you have a wish that you want to realize, right?" The werewolf youth continued: "Is it convenient to say? If it's not convenient, forget it."
"Yes, it doesn't matter if I tell you." Bereld followed suit and said, "My wish is very simple. I want to find the remains of my companions who escaped from the mine with me and bury them properly."
"Is it that hard to find? You haven't been able to find it after so many years?"
"You and I have actually gone through [Pan's Cave] today. Please tell me from your actual experience whether it is difficult or easy to find several remains in that kind of place."
It was indeed quite difficult. There was a dark underground cave, intricate terrain, death traps all around, and terrifying monsters wandering around the cave. Bedivere shrugged and did not reply.
"The [Pan's Cave] we went to today is already a heavily developed area, and its size is smaller among the hundreds of cave systems in the world. The Pan's Cave that we tried to escape from...
..About ten times bigger than the one today."
"So exaggerated?" Bedivere snorted: "It's a miracle that you can escape from the inside of a cave like that to the exit of the cave alive."
"It is indeed a miracle. I can still do that kind of thing without tools and when I am hungry and cold. Even I admire myself. But my companions are obviously not so lucky. In the end, I am the only one ------
And Karzan------successfully escaped."
"So you want to become a Knight of the Round Table and use the manpower and material resources of the Knights of the Round Table to help you search Pan's cave where your companions were buried back then, right?" The werewolf youth said again: "Things may not necessarily turn out like you do.
Is it as simple as you think? The Knights of the Round Table are not omnipotent. There are some things they can't do. Maybe the remains of your companions have been washed away by the underground river, and they have long become impossible to find again.
What about the incomplete fragments? What should we do then?"
"I never said that I would definitely find everything, so I will do my best. This matter is of great significance to me, not only to pay tribute to my dead companions, but also to bring an end to my past. I always feel that I should not put this matter into perspective.
Once it’s done, I can’t move on.”
"Really?" Bedivere said lightly. There are indeed such people in this world who are imprisoned in the shackles of the past. Even if they try to break free, they will have to spend a lifetime of energy.
"Speaking of which, I heard that you have the artifact [Yingqi Orb] in your hand, and you also know how to use it?" Bedivere suddenly changed the subject and asked tentatively.