Chapter 764: Exploring the Secret of the Temple (2)
Half an hour later, both the white bear and the tiger man had freshened up and were ready to set off.
"Hey hey hey, let's go. I'm going to have a good meal today to replenish the lost energy!" After taking a bath, Albert seemed to have changed his mood, wearing casual clothes and carrying his backpack.
Set off.
Today is their last rest time. Before the Knights of the Round Table exam begins, they are not going to work anymore. They plan to play all day long to recover from physical fatigue.
"You put all your belongings inside?" Bedivi asked worriedly.
Yesterday, they divided the treasure into three equal parts. Elaine and Bediwell had their own rings for holding items, and all their belongings were "worn" on their fingers. Only Tiger had the backpack to keep.
The treasure divided equally amounted to at least 10,000 gold coins, as well as gold and silver utensils and other miscellaneous treasures. Bedivere and the others had to take out the weapons from the ring and take them with them before they managed to fill the ring with treasures.
Albert's backpack obviously had a much larger capacity, and he stuffed all his belongings into it without any pressure.
The problem is, that palm-sized backpack looks very gorgeous, with high-quality leather inlaid with gold. This backpack alone is worth a lot of money.
It was carried behind Albert's back in a pretentious manner, making it one of the best targets for thieves. If he lost his backpack, Albert would definitely go bankrupt, and he would probably be so poor that he would only have the clothes on his back.
The city of Edinburgh is not peaceful. There are still thieves and robbers in the streets and alleys. Is it really okay to store so much treasure in a small backpack?
"Oh, no problem." Albert also saw the werewolf's concerns, "After breakfast, we will go to the bank immediately to deposit all the gold coins."
(I’m afraid your wallet will be attacked by a thief before that happens.)
Bedivere looked at the two ancient swords on Albert's waist. The boy didn't carry any weapons, just two vase weapons that were completely unenchanted and looked extremely dull.
Carrying this kind of thing with you will not be helpful in fighting, and it will not be convenient to deal with if something happens. There is no light on the weapon, which shows that its power has completely disappeared. Even if it is resold, it will not be worth much money.
...Is there really no problem? A big drop of sweat broke out on the werewolf's forehead.
"Okay, let's go, let's go." Elaine was already walking out impatiently. He seemed to be fainting from hunger and wanted to go to the sea for a meal.
"Huhu, where should we go to eat?" Albert ignored the werewolf and followed the white bear out.
These two weak guys are really worrying. Bedivere followed helplessly. He wanted to persuade Albert more, but then he thought, if he continues to be verbose, he will suffer like last night.
Tiger hates.
That’s it, just don’t care!
Even if Al's wallet was stolen, he went bankrupt, and he was sleeping on the street penniless, it was Tiger himself who was to blame, and Bedivere didn't bother to take care of it.
Anyway, Tiger doesn't have any valuables on him anymore - as for the money, he can just earn it back and teach Albert a lesson.
"Hey." The landlord looked at the retreating figures of the three orcs, subconsciously rubbed his sprained waist, and at the same time put his other hand on a bulging money bag.
Albert didn't have any money with him. One-third of his share of the treasure had already been paid in full to Landlord Senezel as the price of something.
Albert carried an empty money bag on his back and two seemingly useless old iron swords on his waist, and went out pitifully. This guy has become a complete and utter poor man, so he is not afraid
The thief is here!
Three friends were walking around the town of Edinburgh, eating and playing.
Today is their last day off before the exam starts, and it is also the first official tour of the city since Bediville came to Edinburgh in these days.
Bediwell is no stranger to this city. He knows every street in the city and has walked through it at least once. Because the base of the Knights of the North, Fort Edinburgh, is on the coast in the north of the city.
Very close to the city.
However, seven years ago, when the werewolf Bedivere was working in the Knights as Arthur's servant, he rarely had the opportunity to travel out of the city.
Because too many things happened during that time, and the continuous incidents kept Bedivere and Arthur busy. They had no time to go to the city to have fun, let alone the leisure.
Today, seven years later, the werewolf is dragging his two companions around in this once-familiar city, just to relax; and this city has become extremely strange, which makes Bediwell lament the changes in the world.
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While the werewolf was lamenting, Albert and Elaine were playing crazy.
After everyone had eaten a cake made with a lot of cream and frosting in the cafe, Elaine walked on the road, holding the whole loaf of butter bread and licking it non-stop; Albert was even more exaggerated, holding a cake in one hand.
He gnawed on a roasted chicken leg and greedily grabbed a large bucket of popcorn with his other hand, grabbing a handful from time to time. The flavors of the chicken leg and popcorn mixed together in his mouth, turning into popcorn chicken.
The two of them had obviously eaten too much, and their bellies were bulging, slightly exposed through the gaps in their clothes. These two gluttons walked behind the werewolf, attracting passers-by's eyes full of surprise and disdain, which made Bei
Deville was extremely uncomfortable.
He quickly put on the black peaked cap he just bought and deliberately pulled down the brim to cover half of his face to avoid people's eyes. The two idiots behind him didn't seem to care about being watched by passers-by and continued to eat well.
joyous.
It is not without reason that orcs are discriminated against by humans. It is strange that these two rough and rude guys behind the werewolf, who eat while walking, are not discriminated against by humans.
Albert glanced at the shop next to him and immediately shouted: "Bedi! I want to eat that!"
It's like a child asking for snacks from its parents.
The werewolf turned his head impatiently, and it turned out that it was a dessert shop. The store facing the street sold all kinds of sweet things, including a large ice cream cone.
"If you want to eat, just buy it yourself?" Bediwell was embarrassed and impatient: "Why do you have to pay for everything you eat?!"
"You owe me." Albert said shamelessly: "You want that damn old man to come to me and cause me to spend the night in that kind of ghost place last night and be haunted by ghosts...
Ahem! Anyway, you owe me! I have to live in poverty today!"
"What nonsense." The werewolf walked to the dessert shop depressedly, cursing viciously: "Well, it didn't cost much anyway. I have a whole treasure with me, so it doesn't matter if I treat you to a meal. I'll just let you eat.
Come on, eat it, it will keep you till death! May you be as fat as a balloon."
Albert ate up the chicken legs in several bites, threw the chicken bones into the trash can as if nothing had happened, clapped his hands and prepared to challenge the next meal. He was actually penniless, but Bediwell paid for it wherever he went.
, you can eat whatever you like, it will make you feel good and relieve your resentment.
"Here." The werewolf held two ice cream cones stacked high and handed them to Al in one hand and Elaine in the other. Both cones were composed of seven flavors of ice cream, including strawberry and blueberry.
, vanilla, banana, mint, chocolate and mango. They look delicious.
"It's so, so good." Elaine immediately finished off his butter bun, picked up the ice cream and licked it like a child.
"Bedi, you don't want to eat meow?" Albert took a bite of the ice cream, and the mango-flavored ice cream spread in his mouth.
"I hate sweets." The werewolf said with a straight face. His eyes subconsciously glanced at the sword on Albert's waist: "What did the landlord let you see last night? The matter of increasing your strength has been solved.
Is it done?"
"Well, it's settled, don't worry about me." Albert had already solved the mango-flavored ice cream balls and turned to attack the strawberry flavor.
"...Can I take a look?" Bediwell became even more curious, "What treasure did you get?"
(I hope that treasure can really help you cope with the harsh exams ahead.)
"You will know when the time is right." Albert pretended to be mysterious and very hateful: "Anyway, you have a lot of things to hide from me. Why can't I hide something from you?"
"Okay, okay..." Bedivere replied helplessly. Tiger was definitely angry because of what happened before. It's better not to delve into this matter further: "Where are we going next? We're going to the weapons."
Do you want to shop for optional weapons?"
Al frowned, and the black tiger stripes on his forehead wrinkled into a funny "W" again: "Tsk, it's really disappointing to go to Shimiao Weapon Shop when you go out for fun!"
"But, you don't have any good weapons at hand--" The werewolf stared at the two vase weapons on the tiger's waist.
"Hmph..." Albert smiled mysteriously: "If you are willing to pay to give me a weapon, I can reluctantly accept it."
(This guy is pushing his limits!)
Bedivere suppressed his anger and retracted the protruding veins on his forehead: "Okay, I will pay you to give you a weapon. Let's go."
Weapons in Great Britain have strict control regulations. It is impossible for more powerful weapons to be sold to the private sector. Even if they could, ordinary people would not be able to afford those exorbitantly expensive weapons.
In this situation, how good a weapon can one buy? The werewolf didn't dare to expect it at all.
"I, I want it too." Elaine had just finished eating the ice cream. Because he was so focused on eating, he didn't hear the conversation between the werewolves and the others. He thought there was something delicious again, so he quickly shouted for one.
More veins popped out from Bedivere's forehead, but the werewolf took a deep breath and suppressed the veins and anger back into his stomach: "Okay, okay! Go to the weapon menu and choose a weapon! I'll pay for it!"