"You...why are you here?!" Bedivere glared at Solar in disbelief.
But things are not that incredible, and the question of werewolves is actually quite redundant.
Magic Swordsman Solar is also one of the candidates in the Round Table Trial, and he is probably also worried about money. The solution the Magic Swordsman came up with is almost the same as Bedivere: to become a bounty man.
Hunter, take commissions and make money in this city full of opportunities.
Of course, this guy actually received the same commission as the werewolf and was sent to the same sand ship. This coincidence is indeed a bit amazing.
"It seems that we are really destined (Kama), my friend!" Solar nodded, showing an unadorned smile on his somewhat straightforward face.
"Yes, we are really destined. It's almost like you are following us." Bedivere complained dissatisfiedly. But he knew best that Solar arrived at Shachuan one step earlier than them, so it was them who were "following" them.
In "Tracing" Solar.
"Ah hahahaha. You are overthinking, my friend!" Solar waved his hand and laughed heartily: "So, I still have some things to talk about with some of my buddies over there. Let's see you later?"
He walked away, distanced himself from the werewolves, and went to chat with the other bodyguards on the deck. I don't know if it was because Solar was popular or something else, but those human bodyguards were supposed to be with the magic sword.
The scholar had never met before, but he was able to have a lively conversation with Solar. This guy is really a natural idiot.
"Mr. Solar..." Seglade looked at the back of the magic swordsman with admiration.
The werewolf glared at Segrad, feeling both envious and angry, but he did not move away from the Demon Swordsman. Just as he was wondering, the sand boat shook slightly and began to move. As the sand boat moved faster and faster, the port
It has also become very small, replaced by rolling sand dunes.
"Is it okay if we just stay here?" The werewolf asked curiously, looking at the dock that was receding behind him.
"Just stay here." As a security consultant, Kana was still wary of the werewolves and warned vigilantly: "The cabin is a restricted area. Unrelated people are not welcome to enter, so don't cause trouble."
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"Also." Kana clapped her hands and got several sailors holding props: "This is for you."
Bediwell took the "prop" sent by the sailors and couldn't help but wonder again: "Is this...a fishing rod?"
"Yes, it's a fishing rod." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Kana's mouth, seeming to laugh at the werewolf's ignorance. She knocked on the metal ball buoy hanging at the end of the alloy fiber fishing line: "This is an electromagnetic
Vibrator. Throw it into the sea of sand, and it will use the electromagnetic effect to emit continuous vibrations and attract the desert sharks. So, in addition to guarding on the deck, you also have another job: fishing."
Fishing! It’s such a leisurely and beautiful job.
"I don't understand." The werewolf picked up the heavy alloy fishing rod and said, "For the sake of safety, shouldn't you merchants try to avoid contact with the enemy? Yet you asked us to deliberately attract the enemy?"
"I knew you would ask this, a layman." Kana sneered even more, "The fact is that the subsonic waves emitted by the sand boat's electric flotation engine will definitely attract the desert sharks, which are inevitable. And these damn things
All the fishes are clairvoyant and extremely narrow-minded: if they hear a small noise from thousands of miles away, they will come to join in the fun, and if they find it is a sand boat, they will chase it to the ends of the earth.
Many stupid caravans don't know how to take precautions, and often attract a bunch of monsters during the voyage. Such sand ships are very dangerous - for safety reasons, the sand harbor does not allow them to enter the port.
And they are unable to escape the siege of thousands of sand sharks on their own... and in the end they die miserably."
The white bear man exclaimed: "How, how can this be done!"
"Huhu, people are selfish, especially in Egypt." Kana sneered at herself: "So, you are going to use this to attract the desert sharks all the way and eliminate these nasty fish in time. Think about it.
Thinking about it, is it easier to kill ten sharks each time and complete the task a hundred times, or is it easier to deal with thousands of sharks at once?"
"I know, I know! Let's just do it." Bedivere clenched the fishing rod helplessly, swung it hard, and threw out the fishhook with the buoy.
Seglade and Elaine also looked at each other and imitated the werewolf throwing pole.
"This is a harpoon gun. You should all have one in your hands." Kana then ordered the sailors to distribute attack props. "I don't need to say more about how to use it, right? Insert the harpoon into the shark's body.
Then press this to coil the steel cable and drag those damn fish back."
"Wow." Bedivere looked at the sharp barbed tip of the harpoon gun and couldn't help but feel angry: "It's not enough to kill the desert shark, you have to catch it on a boat?!"
"The sharks lurk in the sea of sand. Their scales are very hard and cannot be killed by ordinary means." Kana fiddled with her hair, her flowing black hair fluttering in the wind raised by the sand boat: "It must be
Catch them and give them a fatal blow right at the heart. That’s it. I’m begging you.”
Bedivere became even more puzzled. This job might be more bloody than the werewolf youth imagined. In a few hours, the deck of this ship will be covered with the corpses of desert demons, the ones whose hearts were stabbed and died.
The sharks must be bleeding all over the deck, staining the entire deck... The scene must be beautiful, too beautiful to look directly at.
Same time (?), eight o'clock in the morning, Great Britain.
"Hmm---" Husky rubbed his sleepy eyes and put a spoonful of breakfast oatmeal into his mouth: "Where's Uncle Arthur?"
"Today is a working day, of course Arthur has gone to work." Greenville looked at the dog boy with a smile, "What's wrong, you guys have been playing for two days and you haven't had enough. Do you still want to continue playing in the amusement park?"
?"
"It's not amusement--" The sleepy Husky was just about to correct Greenwell's statement, and then he remembered the agreement he made with Uncle Arthur, that is, not to let others know the existence of the simulation game. He hurriedly changed his words:
"Uh, yes. The amusement park is so fun."
It was all a lie. The dog-man boy's heartbeat had betrayed him long ago. Greenville not only sneered, but children were innocent.
"Ha, where's Hal?" Husky thought of what happened last night and couldn't help but worry about his little friend.
"Hal is still sleeping. He had a heavy hemorrhage last night and is still very weak now." Greenville said, "Just let him sleep a little longer. You are the only student in the math class in the morning."
"Hey---?!" the dog-man boy shouted subconsciously.
Greenville's face showed a moment of gloom: "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"
The dog-man boy pouted his mouth and protested: "But, but, it's so boring! If Hal is not here and Husky is the only one in class, it will be too boring."
Greenwell cast her eyes to another corner of the dining table: "Then let Uncle Evil Star over there come to class together, so that it won't be boring, right?"
"Pfft---" Xinghui Long almost stopped drinking half of the potato stew soup and spat out: "What do you want to ask Yilong to take a primary school level mathematics class?"
"So, you really understand elementary school mathematics?" Greenwell glanced at the evil star with joy: "What is the formula for the sum of squares of the residuals?"
"The residual...the residual..." Jin Shining didn't spit out soup, but almost spit out blood: "I've never heard of it! How can I understand this kind of thing! ------Speaking of what is going on with you humans,
Is this kind of thing really elementary school level?!"
"Times are advancing, and IQs are improving. Human beings have had anti-gravity spaceships thousands of years ago. This simple mathematical knowledge is of course at the level of a three-year-old child." Greenville smiled disapprovingly: "I dare you dragons to even do this.
Neither?"
Shaxing looked at Husky with sympathy: "Now it seems that you little devils are really not having an easy life."
The dog-man boy responded with a wry smile.
"Woo---" At this time, Hal, the leopard man boy, also woke up and walked out of the bedroom slowly. He was leaning on a cane with one hand and holding on to the wall with the other hand. He said with a pale face: "Good morning, meow~"
Greenville was startled, and quickly went over to help the leopard boy: "Idiot! You can't get out of bed yet! Why don't you rest a little longer?"
"But Hal slept too much yesterday and couldn't sleep at all," the leopard boy said aggrievedly.
"Well, come here for breakfast, and move slowly ---" Greenville supported the leopard boy and walked slowly, then turned to Shaxing and Husky and said, "What are you doing standing still? Come here and help too!"
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"Why do you need my help? Wouldn't it be better to leave this kind of thing to the servants?" The selfish Xinghui Dragon smiled disapprovingly.
Husky said nothing, his guilty eyes staring blankly at the bandage exposed in the gap in Hal's pajamas.
"No problem, meow." The leopard man boy whispered: "Hal can eat breakfast by himself without help, meow."
"What are you talking about?" Greenville carried the little black panther to the chair: "Okay, open your mouth and take this mouthful of oatmeal."
"Ah---" Hal opened his mouth obediently, perhaps because he was afraid of continuing to talk to Aunt Greenville.
At this moment, a servant walked into the dining room and whispered something in the queen's ear.
"Oh, really? It's so strange, why are you looking for us instead of Arthur?" Greenville hummed thoughtfully while feeding Hal breakfast: "Anyway, let them come over."
.Listen first to what they have to say."
The servant nodded knowingly and left in a hurry to convey the queen's wishes.
Husky was wondering, what kind of unscrupulous person would disturb them during breakfast time?
And a familiar footsteps also sounded outside the dining room.
"Good morning, my dear Queen Greenville." The noble and cool little fishman prince Calvin said as he entered the dining room.