At the same time, Bediwell, who was waiting outside the laboratory, looked at the dragon-man demon Boles beside him.
Bors was originally going to enter the research room to report something to Merlin, but Merlin and Arthur were having a detailed discussion in the dark, so he had no choice but to wait outside.
Being stared at by Bedivere all the time, Boles felt curious: "What's wrong, Bedivere?"
"Boers, can I ask you a favor?" Bedi leaned over and whispered something in a low voice.
"Well, this is possible. I will discuss it with the mage later," Boles said.
"Thank you." Bedi smiled bitterly. The werewolf boy was about to do something.
Even if Arthur and Merlin refused to help, Beidi still wanted to use his own methods to stop this war.
There are already too many disputes and hatreds in this world. If something is not done, these hatreds will only continue to accumulate and the disputes will only continue to intensify.
He just wants to do something for this world.
After one hour.
"What?!" After hearing this, Arthur immediately became furious, "Bedi, are you crazy!? If you break into the Dark Area alone, you are seeking death! You are sending a sheep (wolf) into a tiger's mouth!"
"I know it's stupid to do this," Bedivere said calmly. He only said this after careful consideration, "but I still want to do it. Orcs are not all so unreasonable. Like Paramedes
Guys like that also exist.
I want to have a good discussion with them, and maybe we can really find a way to resolve this matter peacefully.
Of course, I will keep the key fragment of the World Wall. Master Merlin, can you help me transplant the key to someone else?"
"Boles?" Merlin winked at the draconian golem.
The Dragonite Golem opened his breastplate. Inside the breastplate was a sophisticated machine. In the silver-black base, which was concave and convex, and among the countless circuit boards, there was a crystal-like core that was moving one by one. There seemed to be magic inside.
The flames are beating.
"To be honest, when I made Bols, I considered the possibility of transplanting the key fragments into him.
His body uses semi-biological components, and this part can be transplanted with magic spell patterns." Merlin explained, "This core is Bors's [black box]. There is no way to open it except to completely destroy Bors.
Boles also has enough ability to protect himself. The key fragment is on him, so it is absolutely safe."
Arthur watched quietly from the side without making any comments.
"Well, that's it. The key is with Bors, I can rest assured." Bedivere cast a trusting look at the dragon-man golem.
In the past, he would never hand over the key fragments like this. But now, with his awareness, he no longer has to worry about such trivial matters. Moreover, the fragments were not given to others, but to Bols.
In the magic laboratory, the werewolf boy and the draconian golem were lying side by side on two platforms.
"Then, Pa... Boles, please." Bedivere took off his shirt and found a more comfortable position to lie down.
"Oh, no problem, you're welcome." Merlin said deliberately sarcastically. He stretched out his hand and put it on the werewolf boy's chest, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it."
"Woo!" Bedivere felt his body become paralyzed. Something escaped from his chest and ran into the mage's palm.
He immediately lost consciousness.
"This kid's body really can't bear the curse pattern transplantation." Merlin muttered, "I just hope this is the last time. If he does it again, his heart will be completely destroyed."
He looked at the light that was constantly moving around in his hand. The light had its own specific lines, and seemed to be alive, rushing left and right in the barrier in Merlin's hand.
Merlin quickly put the ball of light on Bors's chest. He muttered words in ancient languages that Arthur could not understand. Arthur only saw the light on the ball flowing into Bors one after another.
In the body, it finally became completely attached to the core of the Dragonite Golem.
The moving crystal core is wrapped with mysterious runes, like a layer of luminous frost on the surface of a glass ball.
"Boles, you should also enter sleep mode. It will take some time for this thing to assimilate to your core." Merlin ordered, "Don't move it until it is stable in your body."
"Yes, Master Mage." Boles closed his eyes. His originally elastic memory metal body began to be surrounded by a very hard metal shell.
Arthur on the side continued to watch calmly. He did not agree with Bediwell going to the Underdark, but he did hope to take this opportunity to help Bediwell remove the key fragment from his body.
The fragments of the key to the wall of the world place too much burden on the body and have been hindering the growth of the werewolf boy. The sooner we get rid of this kind of thing, the better.
Only barbarians regard enduring pain as a natural virtue. It is up to the beasts to do what they like, but Bedivere is obviously just an innocent child and has no responsibility to take on such a painful mission.
Arthur looked at the sleeping Bedivere and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"This little idiot. He could have taken away the key fragment earlier and lived an easier life."
"This is also his choice." Merlin replied casually.
There are people like this in this world. Even though the world doesn't need them to save it, they still want to do something for the world. Whenever he sees such self-righteous fools, Merlin will always sneer at them.
"Merlin, Bedivere seems to have noticed it too, so just ask more. Could it be that Boles is...Papalov?"
Merlin turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "No. Why do you ask that? The white bear man has died long ago, and his remaining bodies are still soaking in the life-support capsule in my research room. Didn't you see that?"
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"Then, why---" Arthur thought about the ambiguous look on Bedivere's face when he looked at Boles.
"My quantum computer does contain Papalov's memory data. At that time, in order to let the severely brain-damaged white bear man speak, I connected his head to the quantum computer."
Merlin shrugged: "I'm afraid some of Papalov's personality and memory were mixed in when making Boles' artificial intelligence. I don't know."
Bedivere recognized some of Papalov's subtle movement habits from the draconian golem, and mistakenly thought that Merlin had reborn the dead Papalov into the current Bors.
In fact, Papalov was really dead. He was undoubtedly brain-dead.
Bedivere was just dreaming of a false dream, deceiving himself into thinking that his brother Papalov was not dead yet.