At the same time, Vivian's research institute and dining room.
Dinner was served. It was a sumptuous meal, including fish and meat.
There was something very disharmonious mixed into this feast.
It looked burnt black, with unevenly burnt corn kernels. Because the appearance of the thing was so terrible, everyone couldn't help but put a mosaic on it in their minds, and at the same time turned away and focused their eyes on the side.
on a plate of salad.
"Hmm." Little Hal swallowed. These corn pancakes made by his father Paramedes did look terrible. They were so terrible that the little panther regretted saying he wanted to eat them.
"Don't eat it, you will really vomit blood, meow." His brother Saifer said worriedly: "A strong stomach cramp will lead to severe internal bleeding, and you may die, meow."
Boom! --- Palamedes picked up the spoon and knocked on his son's forehead angrily: "Damn it! Forget it if you don't eat it, don't spread rumors!"
"What brother said is true. (Boom!) Ouch!" Seglade also added, and of course he was also knocked out.
Seeing this, Hal hesitated as he looked at the sesame seed cake in front of him. He didn't want to be the first person here to die trying to eat dark cuisine.
Just when everyone was worrying about whether to eat the sesame cakes, a puppy grabbed a piece of sesame cakes with its paws and said, "I started barking!"
Husky actually took the lead and picked up the sesame seed cake and bit it down!
"No!" It was too late for Arthur to stop him. The dog-man boy bit off a piece of the scone and swallowed it with a gulp.
"Oh God --- prepare the antidote ---!" Arthur picked up little Husky and ordered: "Clamp his throat and induce vomiting! Where is the toilet?"
While everyone was in a mess, the dog-man boy licked his mouth nonchalantly: "Uh-huh, it tastes delicious? It's so delicious, how can it be something unpalatable?"
No way!? Everyone turned their attention to the plate of freshly baked scones. This dark dish, which was burnt on the outside and burnt on the inside, exuding a horrible smell, could actually be "delicious"?
"Husky, it is not good to lie to others. Do you still remember the story of [The Wolf Cried] that your uncle told you?" the King of Knights said in confusion.
I'm afraid Husky is trying to trick everyone into "taking poison" together. This prank is a bit too much.
"No, it's really delicious." Regardless of Arthur's obstruction, Xiao Ha grabbed the sesame seed cake in his hand and took a bite: "It's such a delicious thing, if you don't want to eat it, just let me eat it all."
"
There was a greedy look on the child's face. It was pure greed, not a prank. The child was very honest about his stomach. If the sesame biscuits were not delicious, he would never eat bite after bite like this, scrambling for them.
More.
But, really? That horrible food that looks like coke is actually edible, can’t kill anyone, and is also delicious?
Everyone was even more confused.
"I...I only have one bite." Little Hal slowly stretched out his little hand and grabbed a piece of scone.
Click. He bit into it. The scone made a crunchy sound.
Caramel flavor, sweet but not greasy, crunchy and fragrant, melts in your mouth. Although the black appearance of the corn is scary, in fact they taste like popcorn covered with a layer of honey, combining crunchiness and chewiness
Strength and unity.
"Okay---" the leopard man boy hurriedly took another bite, showing the same greedy expression as Husky: "It's delicious, meow! It's really delicious, meow!"
"How is that possible---!" Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but reach out and grab a piece of scone to try.
The incredible deliciousness spreads in everyone's throats.
"Oh, my God! I mistook sugar for salt!" exclaimed Palamedes.
This was not the effect that Palamedes intended. His corn tortillas were only salty.
So, is this a negative and a positive? On the basis of the unpalatable dark cuisine, I made another wrong step, and actually made such a delicious food. Although it doesn't look good, it is a real delicious food---is it right?
It's another thing to have a bad stomach.
"Well, it's terrible." Palamedes showed a dumbfounded expression while chewing the scones, "The corn scones inherited from our family have actually been made like this! My cooking skills are beyond recognition!"
Hearing the Leopard Warrior's complaints, everyone felt deeply puzzled while enjoying the dark delicacy.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? The little panther ate it calmly. People who use that red potion seem to lose something.
Palamedes lost his ability to "make unpalatable dark dishes" and replaced it with this - the food he made was not unpalatable.
The Leopard Man boy's heart sank. The power of the red potion was more powerful than imagined.
His father lost a "talent" forever. And what about him? What did Hal lose in order to save his father?
"Cough!" There was a burst of suffocation, and the leopard man spit out a mouthful of blood for no reason, and fell to the ground with a plop!
"Oops, it's really poisonous!!" Everyone exclaimed and quickly dropped the scones in their hands. Only little Husky was still chewing.
"Hal?!" Palamedes rushed over to see his son: "Are you okay? How do you feel!?"
"Dad..." A deep red color spread in the Leopard Man boy's pants. The amount of blood he spat out also reached an alarming amount, and instantly a large area of bright red appeared on the ground.
This turn of events frightened the adults, and also scared the dog-man boy Husky to tears.
Vivian exclaimed: "Don't touch him! Put him on a stretcher and take him to the medical room!!"
"Oh no, oh no!" Palamedes grabbed his son's little hand and looked at the little Hal who kept vomiting blood. He was so scared that he lost his mind: "I'm sorry! Dad didn't know it would be like this -
--＂
Arthur looked at the chaotic crowd, hugged little Husky tightly, and whispered to the dog-man boy: "It's okay, it's okay, he will be fine---"
That's not food poisoning. Arthur thought to himself. If it's food poisoning, that's fine. At worst, just wash his stomach and it'll be over.
But that is probably a worse situation. Only when a person's internal organs become a mess can it be possible to vomit such a large amount of blood.
What has little Hal experienced in the past few hours?
At the same time, the Goth cafe and the underground operating room.
Click. Shadow Walker used scissors to cut the last suture, tied a knot, and sewed up the werewolf's wound.
He sprayed a thick layer of disinfectant spray and then applied organic gel to prevent infection and tearing of the wound.
The whole process only took half a minute. The miracle doctor stitched the wounds together so fast that they could not be seen with the naked eye. This was simply a divine craftsmanship.
"That should be enough." He stretched out his palm and approached the werewolf's wound. A warmth came from Shadow Walker's palm - it was a kind of healing magic, which helped the werewolf heal more quickly.
Wound.
"Go back and have a good rest. With the self-healing ability of the orcs, you should be fully recovered when you get up tomorrow and your movements will not be affected." Shadow Walker said without emotion, with the tone of a doctor instructing a patient.
"Thanks." Bedivere put on his coat. He originally had a lot of things he wanted to ask the mysterious man in black, but now he was so exhausted that he had no time to ask.
Moreover, you may not get an answer if you ask. This bastard will definitely go around in a big circle to distract Bediwell's question.
What concerned the werewolf the most was the body that Albert dug out from the tomb of the Holy Spirit.
That should be the body of a young man. Judging from the degree of decomposition, he should have died three or four years ago. Wouldn't anyone notice that such a man died in the computer room of the Round Table System?
Shadow Walker claims to be looking for the "problematic server" in the system, but what is the reality? Maybe he is looking for this corpse?
Is this guy evil, an enemy or a friend? Albert dug up the body casually and exposed this man's secret. When Shadow Walker turned around and found the body dug out, would he tear his face and kill him?
Albert and Bedivere silenced?
Everything is unknown. The werewolf can only pray, hoping that the mysterious man in black in front of him is not an enemy. This guy's ability is still a mystery, and he has been hiding his identity in the dark. If he is an enemy, Bediville
I'm afraid they will suffer a lot.
After wrapping the bandage, the werewolf walked out of the operating room and saw the tiger with a bandage wrapped around his waist and sitting in the shop swaggering like this. A group of unfamiliar staff were already outside the shop to recover the sleeping evil spirits. It is expected that they will recover soon.
The battlefield will be cleared.
"I think you still owe me something, meow." When Albert saw Shadow Walker, he extended his cat's paw unceremoniously.
"Of course." Shadow Walker took out a heavy purse: "This is the agreed one thousand gold coins, please check it."
"Very good." The big cat picked up the money bag and counted the money. The cat's tail was wagging wildly, as if it was about to see the money.
"Then, it's time for us to leave." The werewolf always felt that this shadow walker was not a good thing. It would be better to have less contact with this guy. After all the things that need to be done, run away.
"Then, um, can you return the clothes to me first?" the white bear man asked awkwardly. He was still wearing the "transformation" he wore when traveling today, that is, the crotch cloth that he ran almost naked, and the whole body
"Panda" livery. If you go back to the hotel dressed like this, you will definitely be teased by old man Senezel for a while.
"Hey, doesn't it look good on you? It suits you very well." The black cat was still coaxing Elaine like a prank.
"One, it's not good at all! Give me back my clothes!" The White Bear Man couldn't laugh or cry, and made a fuss: "I only have that, that set of clothes! I have to take the exam tomorrow!"
"You can take the exam dressed like this. I'll give you this [barbarian suit]."
"No! Don't!!" The white bear man became even more embarrassed and jumped up and down anxiously: "I'm not a pervert!"
Shadow Walker couldn't help laughing: "Stop playing around, Black Cat. Give him his clothes back. Also give him the paint lotion and let him wash off the paint. White bears should have white bears."
Look."
"Huh, that's really boring." The cat-eared girl went to get the clothes of White Bear and others.
Shadow Walker turned to Oulin and said, "This is your reward. I hope it is enough."
Compared with the heavy bag of money given to Albert, what he handed to Orin was much lighter. It was a check with a face value of three thousand gold coins, from the Royal Bank of Great Britain.
Ou Lin, who took this small piece of paper, was dumbfounded.
When she saw the payee on the check, she was even more dumbfounded. Just as she was about to say something, Shadow Walker shook his head at the woman, signaling her not to say it.
In fact, the werewolf already knew this, so of course he had to continue to act stupid to avoid getting into trouble again.
Black Cat reluctantly took back everyone's clothes and frowned dissatisfied: "It's obviously more interesting for you to dress like this."
"It's not interesting at all!" Elaine snatched back his bag of clothes in distress. Today was probably the day he was scolded as the most pervert in his life.
"Hey, those suits are also given to you. If you are interested, you can [transform] at any time! Come on, [Giant Sword Panda], this bottle of transformation paint is also given to you, keep it."
The transformation paint is actually a bottle of black spray paint.
"I, I will never use it again in my life!" the White Bear said angrily, but he still couldn't resist the temptation and reached out and took away the bottle of spray paint. If someone gives you something, why don't you want it? There is no loss if you take it.
Even idiot Elaine knows this truth.
"Okay, we should go back." Oulin collected the check and walked out with a happy face. As soon as she left the store, she used a tree seed to open a portal.
The werewolf followed the others and returned through the portal quietly, so as not to cause any trouble again.
But when he passed by Shadow Walker, the man suddenly said again: "How strange. Have I performed surgery on you before?"
"What?!"
"You have dozens of surgical suturing scars on your body. It looks like they were left seven years ago. And the suturing technique is exactly my skill."
Bedivere was silent for a while.
"It's strange. I have performed such a large-scale operation on others, so I should remember it. Why don't I remember it at all?"
By this time, the werewolf had completely determined the identity of the mysterious man in black in front of him.
Although Bedivere was not very familiar with this man, the werewolf still knew his character.
This man is still trustworthy. There were only two kinds of people who had dealings with King Arthur back then: one was the good guys, almost all of them became the King of Knights' subordinates; the other was the bad guys, almost all of them were killed.
"There's no need to study too much." So, the werewolf said disapprovingly: "Just as you have a lot of things to hide from us, I also have a lot of things to hide from you. Let's keep a distance between us.
Also, stop trying to trick Elaine. That child is too innocent, and it’s pitiful to be used as a tool by you all the time. --- Don’t go too far, Constantine."
As soon as these words came out, Shadow Walker felt as if he had been hit on the head with a heavy hammer, and he was stunned for an instant. He couldn't understand how the other party knew his identity. He never took off his mask during the whole process!
Unless the other party has known him a long time ago and is very familiar with his affairs. Otherwise, it is impossible for Bedivere to find out the identity of the Knight of the Round Table Constantine!
The werewolf smiled contemptuously, left the stunned Constantine alone, and jumped into the portal.