Bedivere opened his eyes and found that it was already ten o'clock in the morning. The hard work yesterday made him rarely oversleep.
Elaine, the white bear, who was supposed to be laying on the carpet, and Albert, the tiger, who was supposed to be resting on another bed, have disappeared at this moment.
The werewolf got up worriedly, wondering if these two guys who had never met each other would start fighting if they bumped into each other as soon as they woke up.
He had no choice but to get up in a hurry, change his clothes, and rush out of the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang! There was the sound of swords clashing outside the house.
Damn it. Bedivere's heart sank even more. Al and Elaine really got into a fight.
He hurriedly rushed out of the hotel and shouted outside the house: "Don't fight! Stop it!"
In the outskirts of Edinburgh, in the deserted courtyard of the hotel, Tiger and White Bear were sparring with wooden training swords. When they saw the werewolf hurriedly running out and shouting this sentence, they were stunned and turned toward Bediwell.
Looked over.
Even the landlord who was pruning trees in the yard turned around and looked at Bediwell dissatisfied: "What? I am pruning my own yard, do you have any objections?"
"No, but, uh--" The werewolf looked at the people present with confusion: "Al, Elaine, aren't you fighting?"
"Who is fighting? Don't think that everyone is as childish as you and starts fighting when they see strangers." Albert said fiercely and sarcastically: "This kid is the one you brought, right? This swordsmanship -
-End---Full---No---Okay---I'm instructing him."
"Yes, yes." Elaine blushed and scratched her head in embarrassment.
"By the way, why are you so clumsy? Are you so stupid that you want to take the Knights of the Round Table exam? Aren't you afraid of being screened out in the first round?" Albert looked at Elaine with contempt, as if
Looking at a useless little loser.
If he knew how ferocious Elaine was after her transformation, Tiger would never laugh.
"Then...Okay." The werewolf shrugged helplessly: "Don't make too much noise, it will disturb the neighbors."
"Oh, you can rest assured about this." Senezel's landlord continued to use big scissors to trim the branches of a big tree in the yard: "This is a suburb, and the distance between the houses is so wide that no one will make any noise.
Notice. The night of summoning spirits has passed, so you can make fun as much as you like."
It was almost as if he was encouraging the two boys to continue fighting. Bedivere was even more helpless.
There are still two days left before the exam starts. Although Bediwell promised Prophet Muthani that he should have a good rest in these two days.
But doing nothing and waiting for time to pass? This is not Bedivere's nature at all.
The first thing he thought of was to use these two days to improve his strength.
Moreover, it is not only about improving yourself, but also for the sake of Albert to improve Tiger's strength.
Bedivere had secretly made the decision to qualify together with Albert and become a Knight of the Round Table.
When it comes to improving strength, the first thing Bedivere thinks of is a certain person. Or, in other words, a certain prop in someone's hand.
Orin's [Forest Seeds].
The female coordinator who acted with Bediwell yesterday used a mysterious tool called "Forest Seed".
That thing can be ever-changing, and it doesn't need to consume the user's photons (magic power) to activate it. In other words, the orcs can also use it.
If it can be obtained, if Bedivere and Albert can also use it, their strength will definitely increase greatly, and they will also have a great advantage in the trials of the Knights of the Round Table.
The only problem is that it seems to be the secret technique of the Druid religion. Can this secret technique be passed on to the outside world? This is a mystery.
But, it's worth a try. Why not? Prophet Multani is such an enlightened man, and maybe he'd be willing to teach the werewolves how to use the power of the forest seeds.
After making up his mind, Bediwell walked to Senezel's landlord, pretending to watch the landlord pruning the trees, and asked casually: "I thought the Druids respected nature and would not be careless.
To transform the face of nature?"
"Pruning is another matter." The old man replied matter-of-factly: "Even the tree itself doesn't know which parts of the tree are good and which ones need to be discarded as soon as possible. I help it prune the paper strips and remove the old, sick and weak parts."
Partial removal can help trees grow better. This is the same as cutting hair and nails for humans, and there are no special taboos."
"That's right." Bedivere replied casually.
"Hey ---" The landlord knew that Bediwell came to chat with him because he wanted to ask for something. He was too lazy to talk to the werewolf and asked directly: "What exactly do you want to ask? Just say it if you have something to say."
After being exposed, Bedivere felt embarrassed and could only say hesitantly: "I want to see your prophet again. I want to learn the, uh... doctrines taught by your Druid."
"You want to learn to use the power of [Forest Seed], right?" The old man once again exposed the werewolf's lies mercilessly.
"You, how did you know..."
The old man smiled evilly: "Hehehehehe, the Oulin who did the mission with you last night is my granddaughter. What do you think?"
(God, this world is so small.)
"Okay, okay." Bedivere was already embarrassed to the point of shame. "Yes, I want to learn to use the power of [Forest Seed]... Can't I? Is this ability really only passed down to others?"
To the Druids?"
"Yes, it will never be spread. Just give up." The old man said bluntly.
"Oh..." Bedivere couldn't help but feel disappointed again. But thinking about it, how could such a powerful ability be taught to outsiders?
The old man said in a seductive tone: "But, if you are willing to join the Druid Cult------"
"No, thank you, but no." The werewolf hurriedly interrupted the old man. He would never join a religion, no matter how great the temptation was. The Druid's attitude towards life was very different from his, and the werewolf did not want to easily provoke an unknown religion.
.
"Pfft..." The old man laughed again, as if the prank was successful, and said proudly: "I knew it would be like this. Prophet Muthani sent a message yesterday to tell me that you would ask something like
question. And if I invite you to join the religion, you will definitely refuse."
(Yes, everything was predicted by the prophet. He is worthy of being a prophet.)
"However, the prophet also said that if you are unwilling to become a believer, there is no need to force you. I have what you want, and I can give it to you without becoming a believer. It depends on what you do."
The old man took out a small seed from his arms.
The seed of silviculture!?
However, something is wrong. It is a bit smaller, and the color is different from the real silvicultural species.
It glows with a wonderful light blue light.
"[Seed of Holy Tree] (seedofyggdrasil).------Strictly speaking, it is actually the ancestor of [Seed of Forestry]." Old man Senezel handed the tree seed to the werewolf: "It is [
The original form of "Forest Seed" has limited things that can be changed. But relatively, it is also easier to manipulate. ------Of course, you have to learn to communicate with it first."
When Bedivere took the little seed, he could feel the slight stirring in the thing.
"It's... talking to me." The werewolf sighed. This wonderful agitation seemed to be really a kind of speech.
"Yes, it is talking." The old man sneered, "One day, you will learn to communicate with it. Work hard."
"Well, but..." Although it seemed a bit greedy to do so, Bedivier still shamelessly asked Senezel's landlord: "Is there one more? I want to... give it to Al."
Albert is the one who urgently needs to increase his strength now. The werewolf thought.
"There are so many demands." The landlord raised his brows with a helpless expression, "[The Holy Tree Seed] only produces one seed every ten years, so it is a very rare thing. The Prophet thinks highly of you, so he made an exception and gave the seeds to you.
For those of you who are not Druids. Please don’t be greedy, okay?”
"Then...Okay." After being said like this, the werewolf didn't dare to make any more demands, "I don't want this kind of thing anymore, I'll give it to Albert, is that okay?"
The landlord looked indifferent: "It's up to you. The seeds have been given to you. What you want to do with it is entirely up to you. But ---" the landlord turned his head and glanced at the young tiger man in the distance: "I advise you to do it anyway."
Don't do unnecessary things and give away your power to others casually. That hurts people's self-esteem, especially that proud cat."
The old man Senezer's insight was no less than that of Prophet Muthani. Bedivere suddenly felt that this old man was very scary.
"I will try to give this to Al without hurting his feelings." The werewolf said gloomily, but he actually didn't know what to do.
"I hope you can succeed." The landlord forced out a malicious smile again: "However, even if you can give it to him, it is unknown whether he can hear the sound of the sacred tree seed and whether he can use the tree seed. I wish you good luck.
Come on, hey hey hey hey hey------＂
When this damn old man laughed maliciously, the werewolf knew that there was more to this matter.
"...Stop playing around. If you have extra tree seeds, give them to me." Bedivere suppressed his anger and pleaded, "On the other hand, if you have anything to do, leave it to me."
"Okay." Old Senezel smiled even more evilly. He handed the big scissors to the werewolf: "Hey hey hey hey, help me do the gardening first. Then repair the roof of the hotel. Weather
It rains more and more and it becomes humid. I'm afraid it will leak again this year."
"Yes, yes, but what about the tree species?" The werewolf felt as if he had been deceived: "You must have extra tree species, right?"
"Anyway, just get something that can help you strengthen your abilities, right? Don't worry, I'll help you find a way." The old man left all the work at hand to Bediwell and walked back to the house leisurely.
go.
Bediwell felt like he had been deceived. But he had already promised to help the landlord with gardening and roof repair, so he had to finish these chores first.
He held the sharp scissors and secretly hoped that old man Senezel would keep his promise. Otherwise--click! He cut off a finger-sized branch with force, the thickness of which was exactly the same as a certain part of a human being.