2588. Chapter 2588 Absolute victory over Wang Qi (43)
Chapter 2588 A decisive victory over Wang Qi (43)
"What the hell is this? It's so stupid, hahaha!" Lawrence laughed and bent over.
Sure enough, I was made fun of.
Bedivere rolled his eyes at the other person, and when he sat down on the sofa in the lounge, he deliberately adjusted his sitting posture, for fear that the hilt of the "light saber" attached to his waist would scratch the surface of the sofa.
Because [World Tree Shell] cannot be put into a storage pocket, it can only be carried around on a belt like this. It does look a bit earthy. In addition, it is shaped like a hollow wooden stick. I don’t know what this piece is.
People who appreciate the true value of treasures may think that Bediwell is a fool who ties a rotten wooden stick around his waist as a treasure.
[The Shell of the World Tree] does not weigh much, and is lighter than the hilt of an ordinary lightsaber (the hilt of the lightsaber contains various precision electronic devices, as well as a slightly heavier high-energy graphene battery, which must be heavier than this).
"Hollow stick" is heavier), so there is no big problem except being embarrassed to carry it around. Theoretically speaking, it is impossible to lose the [World Tree Shell], because Bediville lives inside the [shell]
The Spellfire, Spellfire and Bedivere have a certain degree of telepathy. If they are lost or stolen by a thief, the werewolf youth will immediately notice the abnormality.
Not to mention that it is rare for a thief with such "knowledge" to steal a rotten wooden stick that looks inconspicuous; even if there is such a thief, the moment the unlucky thief gets his hands on this treasure, he will be cursed.
Let the fire and anger punish you.
In addition to wearing a crude-looking weapon that made Bedivere very uncomfortable, there was another reason for his discomfort. Old man Logan "borrowed" about five hundred liters of mithril fluid from him to make it.
Research, but mithril fluid has its own "following" performance. Even now, he can vaguely feel that the fluids are trying to escape from Logan's mage workshop and return to him. Thinking that such a large group of fluids may come out at any time.
Flying over at high speed and hitting him, Bedivere felt uneasy - someone might be killed by being hit like that. Logan used a powerful barrier to seal the separated mithril fluid for ease of use.
It was used for research, but God knows whether that barrier is reliable. And the mithril fluid has been sealed in the barrier. How on earth did Logan do research?
"The visitor has left." While Bediwell was meditating, Eve, the sand ship's artificial intelligence navigation system, suddenly reported.
"Um, are you leaving now?" Lawrence was tinkering with something on the coffee table, and said with a hint of regret: "I still want to find a chance to meet [Dark Noble Master] Dismond."
The werewolf youth's ears twitched: "Do you know that guy?"
"How could you not know him? Mr. Dismond is not a member of the fraternity, but he is very famous in the fraternity." Lawrence said.
"...What exactly is it famous for?"
"So suave and handsome. The number of female members of the fraternity he has attracted over the years is probably four figures." Lawrence said jokingly: "Of course he also has a lot of male fans----
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"Stop! You don't need to tell me this kind of thing." Bedivere quickly interrupted.
"Uh-huh..." At this time, Queeg walked into the lounge with a swollen nose and a bruised face. Then he collapsed beside the sofa and said pitifully: "I'm going to die..."
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"Hey, are you okay?" A drop of sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead: "I just asked you to practice shooting in the training room. How could you become like this when you practice shooting?"
"Well, because..." Leopard man Queeg weakly wanted to explain, but at this time someone else walked in from the lounge.
"I found you, are you lazy here?" A "iron-bone" man walked in - of course it was Musketeer Nat - that guy didn't seem to be trying to hide himself by any means.
The scary metal skeleton on his body is completely walking around in the Dawn in the form of an artificial human.
"Help, help...!" Queeg dragged Bedivere's thigh to ask for help, looking like he was being bullied miserably.
"What have you done to this child?" Bedivere looked at Nat depressedly.
"He was doing shooting training. I saw him passing by and went over to practice with him." Nat said with a grin. He originally looked like a metal skull, but with his grin, his appearance became even more terrifying.
"Um...why did shooting training make his nose swollen and his face black?" Bediwell said with sweat on his forehead.
"This is actual combat training using rubber bullets. Occasionally, you will be slightly injured if you are hit by rubber bullets, but it will not be life-threatening," Nutt said.
"Are you a devil?" Bedivere sweated more on his forehead. He didn't see too many bruises on Queeg's body. Maybe Nat put a rubber bullet in Queeg's face.
This child is too pitiful.
"After all, I'm not a devil." Nat picked up the leopard man young man's tail and dragged Queeg away: "This level of training is scary, do you still want to survive on the battlefield? Keep training!"
"Save------" Queeg originally wanted to ask for help, but the leopard's tail was pulled forcefully and he immediately became weak. He didn't even have the strength to resist, so he was dragged away by Nat.
"Hahahahaha..." Bedivere said with a bitter smile, but did not extend a helping hand to the Leopard Man youth. He thought this was for Queeg's good.
"You are all devils." Lawrence shook his head and said, but he didn't see him say anything to stop Nat's violence - obviously he was also afraid of Nat.
Then he picked up a bottle of Photon Coke and drank it all in one gulp, sighing: "It's become more lively. This ship is like a big family."
"Yeah." Bedivere also sighed.
The Dawn was originally an ancient ship that could travel alone for thousands of years without anyone operating it. The crew was an unnecessary "accessory". However, while Bediwell was the captain, the number of crew members gradually increased. From then on
People from all over the world, no matter for whatever reason, stay on this ship and become the precious crew members of the Dawn.
"Boss, it may be a little strange to say this now, but I just want to say that I am honored to work on your ship." Lawrence said: "It was once a legendary ship. It will also become a legendary ship in the future.
The legendary ship."
"...Why are you so disgusting all of a sudden?" Bedivere said embarrassedly.
"But, all good things come to an end. No matter which crew member is on the ship, the days of staying on this ship are probably numbered." Lawrence said.
"Why do you say that?"
"You came to Cairo to participate in the [Round Table Trial], but the trial arena will be over soon, and then you, boss, and your friends should return to Great Britain, right?" Lawrence reminded.
Indeed, it was only then that Bedivere remembered this.
The final battle of the arena competition, that is, the [battle royal], will be held the day after tomorrow.
Whether they like it or not, Bediwell and the other candidates who have advanced to the final battle will decide the final winner in this melee, allowing the world to confirm the strongest fighter among the candidates in this class.
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After deciding the winner in the arena, their trip to Africa has come to an end. There may be more to [Round Table Trial], but it will definitely not continue in Africa. All candidates who participated in the Round Table Trial will
Will return to Great Britain with the ship------the "ship" here refers to the Great Britain battleship, [Attack Palamedes].
Bedivere now has his own ship, and of course this [Dawn] will also return to Great Britain with the [Attack of Palamides]. And according to King Arthur, [Dawn] may return to Great Britain.
Register the ship. In addition, you may have to find a port to berth the ship.
In short, it is impossible for it to continue to stay in the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest. Friends in Africa and Egypt who explained it will probably disperse as the Dawn departs.
"...Lawrence, what do you think?" Bedivere then asked: "If [Dawn] returns to Great Britain, will you also leave the ship? Or should you follow us and continue to be [Dawn]?"
First mate?"
"It depends on the situation." The young conjurer smiled bitterly: "As a teacher of conjuration, I have nothing to teach you anymore. Boss, you originally asked me to board this ship to give me a refuge.
, let me escape the pursuit of [Mohammed Business Group]. But if [Mohammed Business Group] seems to be behind the academy. If you destroy the academy------"
Then there would be no evil organization like the Academy in this world, and the Mohammed Business Group would also have no backers. They would not continue to cause trouble for Lawrence, probably.
Then the guy's personal safety is guaranteed and he is free.
"But thank you for retaining me. I will think about it carefully." Lawrence picked up another bottle of Photon Coke and continued to drink: "And after living here for a long time, the [Shuguang] is really comfortable to live in. You don't have to pay rent, every day
There are free food and drinks, and you can also surf the Internet and watch TV... Well, it's too comfortable, maybe too comfortable, and it might turn people into lazy people------"
"Your brother is also one of the candidates for the [Round Table Trial]. He should also follow back to Great Britain." Bedivere interrupted: "If you continue to stay on the Dawn, it will be easy to get a long-term stay visa for Great Britain."
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"Ah, you are really a devil." Lawrence looked at Bedivere half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You want to trick me into going to Great Britain again. Do you think I really care about Eric? Do you think I care where he goes?"
To the point where I have to follow you? Just a younger brother."
"Pfft." Bedivere sneered. Lawrence's mouth clearly said he didn't care, but his eyes betrayed him.
"It seems that we need to be prepared. The climate in Great Britain is cold and humid, which is exactly the opposite of Egypt." Lawrence asked again: "By the way, what is there to do in Great Britain?"
"Don't ask me, I'm not from Great Britain." The werewolf young man snorted: "If you ask me what's fun in the snowfields of Western Siberia, I can tell you."
"Then Western Siberia------"
"It's all ice and snow, not much fun." Bedivere interrupted with a smile.