At the same time, Vivian's research institute and medical room.
The Leopard Man boy gradually woke up. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the cat face of his father Palamedes.
"dad---"
"Shh---don't talk. Come and eat some porridge." Paramedes held the spoon and handed it to Little Hal's mouth.
It was indeed one of the dark dishes made by Palamedes, that kind of terrible wild vegetable porridge. However, this big bowl of yellow and green things with unknown origins turned out to be very delicious.
The little black panther took a lick and swallowed all the porridge that was brought to his mouth. Then his face was filled with a happy expression: "It's delicious...I still want to meow."
"Of course." The Leopard Man warrior scooped up another spoonful of wild vegetable porridge and handed it to his son's mouth: "Eat slowly, don't burn it."
The care shown on the big cat's face was as if the kitten in front of him was his biological son.
After eating a few mouthfuls of porridge and regaining some strength, the Leopard Man boy lay on the bed and asked in a low voice: "Dad...are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Well... I'm sorry." Palamedes apologized in a low voice: "This is very important to me. That uncle Arthur saved me and your brothers. Without him, we wouldn't be where we are now."
."
"So I have to repay the favor---"
"Yes, so I have to repay the favor." The big cat caressed the younger son's forehead: "But when all this is over, daddy will come back to stay with you, my little baby. I missed these seven years of growing up with you.
Years of time, I won’t miss more.”
"Hey, go ahead, meow." Xiaobao smiled meekly and said, "I have been accompanied by my brothers for the past seven years, and I am not lonely at all. Meow. Dad must take good care of my brothers during the exam, and then you will become that round table together."
Knight, meow. When I grow up, it will be my turn, meow."
"Well said, this is the son of the knight." Palamedes happily hugged his little son: "Come on, you dirty kitten. Daddy wants to give you a good bath."
"Hey---" Hal was hugged by his father and felt the happiness he had never experienced before. Although his internal organs throbbed, his heart was warm. His father's body temperature came from those two pairs of hands.
The big hand passed to the body of the Leopard Man boy, and it seemed to drive away the pain. He had waited seven years for this kind of warmth.
Eight o'clock in the evening, Senezel's hotel.
After dinner, the werewolf returned to the room, ready to study the information in the package.
But Elaine poked her head in and asked timidly: "Bei, Bedi? Can you come with me... uh, take a shower?"
"What?" The werewolf glared at the white bear: "You are such a big man, you can't even take a bath by yourself?"
"No, it's not ---" the white bear man took out the bottle of detergent: "Wash it for me, will you wash off the paint on your body?"
By the way, the black paint is still sprayed all over the white bear. This thing can only be washed with that special solution and cannot be washed away with water. Elaine is clumsy and probably has to wash it on his back and other places that his hands cannot reach.
Not quite.
"Can't you just wash the exposed part?" Bediwell said helplessly: "The other parts will not be visible after you put on clothes."
"But, but!" The white bear man seemed determined to wash off all the paint on his body and turn himself back into a white and clean bear.
"I really can't stand you---" the werewolf just put down the package.
"Come on, Elaine, I'll help you wash it." Albert rushed to say, "I'm not as ruthless as this wolf, hehe."
"Thank you, thank you." The white bear glanced at Bedivere again, and then followed the tiger away.
(Yes, you are really good friends.)
The werewolf shook his head and opened the package.
Unexpectedly, what Prophet Muthani gave to Bediwell was not written information, but a box.
What are you doing? The werewolf is even more confused. This is a big deal related to whether they can take the exam tomorrow. Please be serious, okay?
Bedivere opened the box in confusion and looked at what was inside first.
It was a black glass bead. It was about the size of a human eyeball. There were faint spots of light of seven colors in it, as if there was a universe inside it.
It seems to be some kind of treasure? But Bedivere wants information, not treasures! Although this bead is beautiful, it does not seem to have magical power. What does it have to do with passing the exam?
Damn it. Have you been deceived by the Druids? It’s already the night of the last day, and I’m just now rushing to the city to find information. I’m afraid it’s too late!
Just when the werewolf was in despair, old man Senezel poked his head in from outside the door: "Oh, isn't that one of the secret treasures of the Druid religion, the [Psychic Stone]?"
"Tong, psychic stone?!"
"The Prophet is actually willing to give you such an important secret treasure to use. He really thinks highly of you." The old man said, "It seems that finding the venue for the trial is not a problem at all."
"Wait, what?" The werewolf was confused. "Is this little glass ball really so powerful? How to use it?"
"You don't have to worry about it. Just hold it in your hand and think about where you want to go, and the psychic stone will enlighten you in the direction." The old man looked at the small glass ball intently: "This thing is a very important magic weapon.
Remember to return it to us when you're done with it, okay?"
"Of course -" the werewolf still didn't understand. Is this small stone really so powerful? And he didn't even know how to use it...
Seeing the confusion on Bedivere's face, old man Senezel sneered: "If you don't believe it, just take it to bed tonight. You will see what you want to see, no matter what the result is."
Bediwell made an incomprehensible look. But the old man said that this [Psychic Stone] was a very important magic weapon, so he did not dare to neglect it and quickly collected the glass ball. He was afraid that it would be broken or stolen.
, so he hid the stone in a perfectly safe place:
A small hollow appeared on the werewolf's left arm, just big enough for the psychic stone to be embedded in it.
It was an arm made of memory alloy, and its appearance could be slightly changed according to Bedivere's idea - the werewolf used the same principle to embed the Holy Spirit Diamond and the Seed of the Holy Tree into his arm.
Now there is another glass ball. I am so depressed. There are more and more sundries embedded in my arm.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! No!" Elaine's howling like a pig was heard coming from the bathroom.
"Ah hahaha --- don't move!" Albert also shouted: "This place needs to be cleaned up too ---"
"Aaaahhh!" White Bear's voice changed from resistance at the beginning to ambiguity.
"What are they doing?" A big bead of sweat emerged from the werewolf's forehead.
"The world is really chaotic." Old Senezel sneered, turned around and walked away.
Listening to the White Bear Man's screams coming from the bathroom, Bedivere shook his head: "Don't play for too long. You have to take the exam tomorrow, take a quick shower and go to bed!"
"Oh!" Albert replied in a long voice.
Then there was another scream from the White Bear people. What on earth were they doing in the bathroom? Bediwell couldn't help but think of something very evil, but he subconsciously put aside these thoughts and looked at the tattoo on his arm.
Here comes a glass bead.
Ten minutes later, Elaine ran back to the room with a sad face and a towel wrapped around her.
"Huh?" The werewolf glanced at the white bear. The black paint on Elaine's body was finally washed away, but there seemed to be something wrong with the bear.
After looking the bear up and down again, the werewolf finally understood.
"You, how come your hair has become so short?" The werewolf looked at the short and fluffy hair of the white bear man and couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, hey, this is new hair. I shaved off the old hair for him, many times." Tiger sneered and poked his head in.
"Isn't there that special lotion?" Bedivere said in confusion, "It just washes off the paint. Is it necessary to shave all his hair?"
"It's useless, the lotion is only enough to wash off the makeup on his face, and it's all used up in one go." Tiger laughed even more happily, "Black Cat must have wanted to continue teasing this kid, so he deliberately didn't use enough lotion."
Give him the dose."
(Yes, I understand. Elaine is more fun to tease. Everyone wants to tease this stupid bear. You guys are too dark-hearted.)
Elaine rubbed his butt: "Okay, it hurts. How many times did you cut me?"
"Your wound will heal soon anyway, so what does it matter?" the tiger said with a mischievous smile.
"It will still hurt!" Bai Xiong protested: "And it's not, it's not shaved cleanly."
"Where's the shave? Let me shave it again for you!" Tiger smiled maliciously.
"No, no need!" White Bear blushed and sat down on the ground (he made a bed on the floor, and there were his sheets and quilt on the ground).
"Okay," Bedivere shook his head and sighed: "Stop playing and go to bed. Tomorrow's exam will probably be very hard."
"But I'm not sleepy yet." Tiger jumped on the bed and rolled around. He skipped the battle with the evil centipede today, so of course he wasn't tired.
The over-energetic tiger came up with a bad idea: "Hey, let's play poker?"
"No. I'm exhausted." Bedivere buried his head in the pillow unwillingly.
"All at once, all at once." The tiger persisted in pestering the werewolf: "I made a thousand gold coins today, and my gambling capital is very sufficient! Look at me winning away both of your treasures!"
"Dad said, gambling is bad." The white bear ignored the tiger and directly covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep.
"Ugh...you bastards---" Albert thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll bet on something else. Things you are interested in knowing."
"I'm not interested in you at all, good night." The werewolf said coldly, pulling up his quilt and pretending to take a nap.
"You don't want to know what my abilities are?" Al threw out a bait.