After returning to the Dawn, Bediwell went to the common room and planned to relax.
He had just experienced a bloody storm with Nat not long ago, and he needed to change his mood. Next, he had to use a spell to save Queeg.
"Oh - I slept really well." Lawrence had just had a good night's sleep and happened to go to the lounge to stretch his muscles. "Boss, did you sleep well? Are you refreshed?"
"Um, it's okay, hahahaha..." The werewolf young man drank the Quantum flavor of Photon Coke, which was extremely high in alcohol, and smiled perfunctorily.
"The smell of blood..." Lawrence said suddenly.
"Yes?" Bedivere's wolf ears moved.
"You smell of blood. You seem to have taken a bath in a hurry, but the smell of blood has not been completely washed away." Lawrence shook his head and said: "Boss, you didn't have any rest at all, and you went somewhere to do dangerous things again."
Bar?"
It was seen through. No, it was sniffed out. Bedivere continued to smile perfunctorily, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Boss, don't you want to save Queeg?" Lawrence's expression was a little disappointed: "I said this is a very difficult battle, and you have to be energetic to win. But you don't seem to care much about it."
"No. I also want to save Queeg. I have plenty of energy and can definitely defeat the Jotun giant, don't worry." Bedivere argued. Although he followed Nat to Germania, destroyed a base and killed
A large number of Nazi party members caused a big farce. But in fact, he had not experienced much fighting. Most of the fights were done by Nat. So at least half of Bedivere's defense was true.
He wasn't very sleepy and didn't use up much mental energy.
"I hope so." Lawrence pouted a little aggrievedly, took a bottle of Photon Coke and drank it.
At this time, Elaine also came back from outside with a tired face. Elaine's white lion form was a bit confusing, and it took Bedivere several seconds to recognize that it was Elaine.
"...Elaine? Are you back?" Bedivere asked in a low voice. The white lion in front of him looked a bit like Leoport, and he was also wearing the clothes of the lion boy.
Elaine actually became like this. And he ignored the burden of transformation and maintained this appearance. Is it to compensate for something?
"I heard about Leo." The werewolf youth said again: "I'm sorry, Elaine."
"I'm very, very sorry too." The white lion man walked to the bar in a depressed mood: "Can I have a drink?"
"Minors are not allowed to drink." Bedivere originally wanted to say this. But Elaine must be an adult, right? His white lion transformation looks like a boy, but he should no longer be a boy on the inside.
Right? Out of confusion, Bedivere did not speak to stop Elaine.
"Is beer okay?" Lawrence went over and poured some wine for Elaine: "I don't think you are suitable for drinking strong liquor in this state. That thing can indeed temporarily anesthetize you and make you fall asleep, but when you get up tomorrow, everything will only change.
Worse."
"Hmm..." Elaine didn't refuse, picked up Lawrence and poured him dark ale beer, and drank it in a gulp.
"It's so hard," he said.
Egypt's specialty black beer is brewed with the purest hops. This hop not only has strong antiseptic and sterilizing capabilities, but also has a strong bitter taste that other hops do not have. Because hops have excellent sterilizing and antiseptic capabilities, the preservation of this beer
It has a very long shelf life, but it is naturally so bitter that it is difficult to drink. Only a very few people who know the taste will like to drink it.
And Bedivere didn't even know if Elaine was the one who knew the goods, because the White Lion drank the bitter beer in one go, without even showing disgust on his face.
"Drinking like this is hurting your health." The werewolf young man said, "The timing is just right. I want to give you something."
He took out a lunch box from the refrigerator. This was the food he had repeatedly warned not to let those little ghosts eat indiscriminately. Seglade, who was in charge of taking care of the little ghosts today, seemed to have listened to Bediwell's words. There is no shortage of food at all.
"This is..." Bedivere felt a little embarrassed to say it, but he still put the lunch box in front of Elaine: "The kid has been here before, and this is the lunch he prepared for you. He knew you were unconscious, so he prepared it specially . He hopes that when you wake up and feel hungry, you can eat the dinner he prepared for you. I know whether it is appropriate to give this to you at this time, but the food will spoil sooner or later, so it is better to eat it as soon as possible. "
"Leo..." Elaine looked at the lunch box that Leo had prepared for him, and couldn't help but be moved by the scene, with tears shining in her eyes.
"Who has said before that love and food are the only things you can't let down." Bediwell said: "You have let down too much. So at least finish this lunch with gratitude."
"Well...I, I understand." The white lion man whispered, holding the lunch box in his arms as if he had found a treasure: "I...can eat in my own room, is that okay?"
"Of course. Anyway, there will be golems cleaning up next."
"Then..." Elaine left without leaving.
"His condition is quite concerning," Lawrence said.
"He will survive." Bedivere said calmly: "He is stronger than you think."
The werewolf young man drank another whole bottle of Coke and turned to Lawrence: "I heard you made a fortune today?"
"Yeah. I made a lot of money, and even made a big advertisement for the brand Photon Cola." Lawrence grinned and said: "Although the old mage has been talking about doing experiments, I don't quite understand it."
"I don't know what bad idea the old man is planning. I hope nothing bad will happen."
"Drinks that can be drunk into the stomach are subject to standard quality inspections before filling. No large-scale food poisoning incidents were found today. I think it should be fine."
"No, I care about other things." A drop of sweat broke out on Bedivere's forehead. The food safety issue was secondary. The werewolf youth was worried about what Logan had done to the drink... magic.
"Anyway, I'm lucky that there was no trouble today." He said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. How is the situation with Queeg? If you are ready, let's start the incantation ceremony."
"Oh, let's do it!" Lawrence was full of fighting spirit: "We have to let the Jotun giant see how powerful our magicians are!"
At the same time, Elaine was sitting cross-legged in his room. He chewed slowly and carefully ate the last lunch box that Leoport had prepared for him.
When Leo was making this, his physical strength was much weaker than before, but he still tried his best to prepare delicious egg rolls and meatloaf. The egg roll wrapper was carefully mixed during the making process to maintain a perfect shape. The vegetables and sauces included are all very fresh. The makers of the meatloaf carefully remove the thick tendons from the beef, chop it into pieces, fry it slowly, and finally make it into a finished product. Even the boiled cauliflower is on the side. It is also crispy, tender and delicious. It must have been processed and then cooked in some special way. These are very simple foods, but you can see the care and thought that the makers put into them.
While eating, Elaine naturally cried: "It's delicious... This is so, so delicious..."
During the ten years or even hundreds of years he was trapped in another world, he had not eaten any food with any flavor. Except for the occasional bitter taste that he hated most, any food in that world had no taste.
The food all had the texture of sand, and the taste was as bland as sand. Only the lunch box that Leoport prepared for him, even though it had been cold, could taste the real taste.
Another world is carefully crafted, and the extremely luxurious food cannot be compared with this small bento.
Only love and food cannot be let down. - Perhaps no one in the world can understand the meaning of this sentence more deeply than Elaine.
"Leo..." After eating his lunch, he lay down in front of the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror, the white lion boy who looked very similar to Leo.
"Lei...Ou..." He reached out and touched the mirror and closed his eyes. The slight drunkenness brought by the beer made him a little sleepy.
[May we meet in dreams.]
"Oh, you're finally here." In Queeg's room, the person in charge of guard duty was the gladiator Bereld. The bald man seemed to be busy, looking forward to Bedivere and Lawrence's next performance.
A good show.
"That guy hasn't woken up yet?" Bedivere asked.
"No." Bereld shook his head nonchalantly: "It's rare to meet an ancient race like the Jotun giant. I wanted to chat with him. I didn't expect him to fall asleep the whole time. It's so boring."
"Or maybe he is just pretending to sleep. Don't be careless." Bedivere reminded.
"You are going to face him head-on now? Use spells?" The gladiator asked again: "With just the two of you, are you enough to defeat him? You know, he is a Jotun giant after all."
"The Jotun giants are not famous for their mental strength." Lawrence added: "The giants are most famous for their physical strength, you know."
"Of course, of course." The bald man nodded repeatedly: "But he is such a powerful ancient race after all. I hope he is more troublesome?"
Bedivere hid his face: "He is already troublesome enough now. Don't make it more difficult for us, okay?"
Then Bereld burst into a series of heroic and unpleasant laughter.
"Can't you find a few more conjurers to help?" Perhaps because he was worried, Nat also came to join in the fun at this time.
"It's not that the more people, the better," Lawrence explained: "The point is that we work together to awaken Queeg's consciousness and then drive away the Jotun giant. Too many people will easily cause chaos."
"If the Jotun giant escapes from Queeg's body and causes trouble in the ship, I'll ask you to deal with it at that time." Bedivere also said.
Although he didn't think that the already very weak Jotun giant could cause any trouble inside the ship. It was very likely that the guy would disappear immediately after being driven out of Queeg's body, right?
"Leave it to me." "It's just what I want." Bereld and Nat said in unison. They really had plans to fight the Jotun giant.
...Fighting in a cramped room like this? Seriously?
Bedivere was even more worried. If those two people really fought with the Jotun giant, wouldn't they be able to open a few holes in the Dawn?
"Let's get started." Lawrence walked to Queeg's bed and gestured. There were already several command spells he had carved out with magic. Command spells are usually carved on people, or they are given by the magician himself.
A command spell that is cast on oneself at the same time, or a command spell cast on someone else. Command spells carved on the ground like this are very rare.
"Come when you are ready." Following Lawrence's example, Bedivere stood on one of the command spells.
"Then, the spell begins simultaneously!" The conjurer launched some spell. He held Bedivere's hand with one hand and pressed Queeg's forehead with the other.
Along with a whirlpool of strange attraction, Bedivere's consciousness was gradually sucked away. The fire of their spells also appeared above their heads.
"What is this place?" The werewolf young man looked at the surrounding scenery - which was probably recreated according to Queeg's memory - and couldn't help but be confused.
This is not a battlefield. This is not even like the army barracks that Queeg stayed in before.
These ancient bricks and tiles, these dilapidated and smoke-stained walls, this pot and this stove.