Chapter 770: Exploring the Secret of the Temple (8)
Hal, the leopard man boy, walked to the security inspection device aside, put his face close to it, and let the machine check his pupils. He then stretched out his kitten paw and let the machine scan his fingerprints.
The door had entered Hal's information, so of course it recognized him. This heavily guarded and highly fortified door was opened to two little devils, and one of them was a little devil who loved to cause havoc.
The glass partition wall in the room was raised, allowing the two children to get closer and look at the huge glass container.
"This is my dad, Paramides." Little Hal walked to the glass container and gently hugged the outer wall of the container.
"...Is he a stone statue?" Husky looked at the stone statue soaked in the life-sustaining fluid curiously: "And he is cracking."
"Dad is petrified for some reason. I don't know the details." Little Hal ignored Husky and hugged the glass container contentedly, as if he was hugging his dad: "But dad just
Here, right here, meow."
(This is not normal, it is really abnormal.)
"Hey, Hal?" The dog-man boy came up with a bad idea: "Don't hug your dad and give him a hug through the glass. How about we find a way to open the glass jar and let you really hug your dad and give him a hug?"
"This is not a good idea, meow." Little Hal was confused: "My brother and uncle Arthur also said that dad is in a very bad situation now. If the glass jar is opened, he may break."
Unexpectedly, Husky struck a decisive blow: "If you don't open the glass jar, you may never be able to hold your daddy in your life, and he is just broken inside."
"Uh!" He was deeply hurt by the other party's words, and Hal shuddered all over.
"Come on," the dog-man boy had already ignored the other party's dissuasion and went around to the other side to fiddle with the control panel of the life-saving cabin: "If you don't do it, you will regret it. If you miss some things, you will miss them. In the future, you will only
I can regret it.
---When I was taken away by Mommy, I didn’t hug Daddy properly for the last time. I had already forgotten what it felt like to be held by Daddy.”
He poked randomly, but actually poked the button that contacted the life-support device.
"Don't be like me." Husky whispered.
Snap---The huge glass container began to commotion, and the light blue life-sustaining fluid in it continued to decrease. The stone statue of the Leopard Man Paramedes gradually emerged from the life-sustaining fluid.
The life-saving capsule slowly opened, folded into pieces and put away. A small amount of luminous liquid was dripping, and the whole body was covered with cracks. It seemed that it would break if touched, and it stood quietly in front of the leopard boy Hal.
The child's face immediately turned red, showing an aggrieved expression. He couldn't help but want to hug his father, but he was afraid that the stone statue would be damaged if he touched it.
"Go quickly, what are you waiting for!" Husky pushed behind the Leopard Man boy, and Hal fell forward and hit the stone statue directly.
When the Leopard Man boy stabilized his body, he also found himself hugging the waist of the stone statue.
The cold stone statue was rough and full of cracks. However, this was the first time in the child's life that he hugged his "father". At the moment of hugging, the cold stone statue seemed to exude human body temperature, hard and full of cracks.
The appearance of the cracks has also become elastic like human muscles. Is this what it feels like to be hugged by your father?
---Of course, all this is just the illusion of the Leopard Man boy.
Because the stone statue was unsealed for no reason, the alarm bell rang loudly in the room, and the entire institute was boiling.
Little Hal closed his eyes and hugged his father's stone statue quietly, ignoring everything around him.
For the Leopard Man boy, this is probably his only chance to embrace his father - as Husky said, you must seize the opportunity. Once some things are lost, they will be lost forever.
The dog-man boy stood aside and quietly watched his little friend hugging his father, feeling a little sour in his heart.
Compared to Husky's father, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive and had no news at all, the young leopard man in front of him would be happy even if he could only hug his father who turned into stone.
At the same time, tiny cracks began to appear on the chest of the stone statue of Palamedes, and continued to spread toward the top of his head.
At the same time, in a mysterious realm.
The group of people took advantage of the cover of the apple forest and moved forward quietly, and soon arrived in front of the White Tower.
This is a gorgeously decorated tower. Looking at the white jade and gilded tower decorations and the exquisitely carved wall carvings, Bediwell became even more convinced that this place should be part of Camelot.
The only question is: where did that apple grove come from?
Whether they teleported from the underground to somewhere in Camelot or whether this is part of Camelot's underground cannot be determined yet.
The faint sunlight fell in the sky, and when it penetrated the thick fog and fell on the werewolf, it was full of warmth. This should be sunlight, not an artificial light source.
It's so strange, what kind of place is this?
A vague name was about to come out in the werewolf's mind, but Tan was confused by too many strange sights in front of him and couldn't remember it for the time being.
Shadow Walker led the men and carefully sneaked into the white holy tower. It was strange that such a gorgeous holy tower, which seemed to be inhabited by princes and nobles, did not have any guards.
There were people there. After they climbed two floors, they could immediately hear a group of people discussing on the top of the tower.
Shadow Walker made a "stop" gesture to everyone again: "Everyone, please be careful and don't make any noise. Let's sneak over and observe the parliament in another room of the tower."
"But..." Albert walked all the way, full of doubts that were about to burst out: "Why did you call us here, meow? Just to peek at a group of people having a meeting, meow?"
Shadow Walker shook his head: "The real action will be after this, but I also want to know the content of the meeting."
They tiptoed around the door of the conference room and went around to a small cubicle. After the group hid in the small, empty room, the Shadow Walker began to put his ears close to the wall and eavesdropped on the conversations in the conference room.
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Werewolves and werewolves also learned to put their ears to the wall and eavesdrop on meetings.
Chirping, chirping. A lot of people are talking. You can tell from the different tones of each person. There are about fifteen people in the conference room.
The problem is, they speak a bunch of words that are impossible to understand. Those wonderful words can't even be called language. They are continuous and have no emotional ups and downs, just like a machine speaking.
"...What is this?" The werewolf became even more confused. His mind was filled with countless doubts at this moment. He was too lazy to think about it anymore and directly asked others for help: "Can you understand?"
Albert depressedly withdrew his eavesdropping ears against the wall and shook his head at the werewolf.
Shadow Walker turned around and looked at Elaine the White Bear: "You can hear something, right?"
The white bear man nodded slightly, he was listening with interest at this moment.
"The estate tax relief bill... does not pass." He tried to translate part of the meeting.
"Can you understand?!" The werewolf stared at the white bear with wide eyes. When did this kid learn this magical mechanical language?
"Only, just a little bit, I feel like I can understand. Ah, they are discussing again -" White Bear pressed his ears closer to the wall: "A bill to allocate 100 million for domestic orphanages."
..Passed. It’s so, so good.”
"Is there any bill regarding the abolition of slavery?" Shadow Walker urged White Bear to listen carefully.
Xiong shook his head. The conference room was in a mess. It was obvious that the people in it had finished the meeting and were about to leave.
Shadow Walker lightly stamped his foot: "Tsk, it really took too much delay. Did you miss it?"
"What did you miss?" Bedivere quickly asked.
"No...this is my own business." The man in black muttered: "Stop talking, keep quiet and hide here, wait until they are gone."
"But---"
"If you're bored, there are small holes here for surveillance." Shadow Walker gently moved a small piece of the wall tiles away, revealing several small holes the size of pinholes.
He made a "please" gesture, indicating to the werewolf and the others to take a look.
(Why didn’t you tell us earlier about this small hole?!)
They are really well prepared. This small secret room seems to be specially designed to monitor the conference room.
After working so hard to put on makeup and remain anonymous, and then pass the inspection by Leon Dickens, he was finally brought to such a small secret room to monitor the meeting? What is the meaning of all this?
The werewolf was full of curiosity, hoping to see some clues from the needle hole. He looked closer to the hole, and what he saw shocked him.
That should have been a very ordinary scene.
There is a round table in the middle of the huge conference hall.
Sitting around the round table for the meeting were a group of familiar faces, familiar yet unfamiliar.
It was precisely because Bedivere knew these people that everything became extraordinary and the werewolf was petrified.
Sitting evenly on the four sides of the round table are the four most important figures in the Knights of the Round Table: Heavenly Knight Leon Dickens, Heavenly Knight Hall, Heavenly Knight Younes, and Heavenly Knight Palin Lore
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The knights of heaven are nearby, each occupying a seat in the round table. They are the knights of the round table:
Acto, Lancelot, Kai, Cador, Constantine, Dreven, Yaglovi, Percival, Cameron, and several others should be Knights of the Round Table, but Bedivere does not recognize them.
Someone who cannot be named.
Of course, the Knight of the Round Table, Westad, was also among them. Looking at the burly giant, the werewolf couldn't help but feel an unreasonable hostility in his heart.
Although these faces make Bedivere extremely familiar and nostalgic, there is a small problem that bothers the werewolf: these knights look too "white".
The group of "Knights of the Round Table" present looked strange. Their white hair, white eyebrows, gray-white pupils, and silver-white armor all showed that they were different from themselves.
These people are not the real Knights of the Round Table. Are they... impostors?
No. The werewolf rejected his idea in the next moment.
These people are not impostors. You can identify them as [the real person] or [something equivalent to the real person] from the way they talk and behave. They are simply like clones of the Knights of the Round Table!
The werewolf used his knowledge of the Round Table system and the Holy Spirits to instantly sum up the answer.