This slightly ancient, pitch-black electronic ink screen dashboard uses the luminescent liquid crystal to display a large string of fluorescent green text. Because it has been renovated by the power of the Holy Spirit, its time state has been rolled back to a certain moment in the past.
, the green light emitted from this supposedly ancient screen was particularly dazzling.
The flight record is usually automatically memorized when the cavalry is flying, and the other half is manually corrected by the user. It is full of professional terms and can only be understood by a very few insiders. Of course, I was once a servant of a certain knight and worked as a cavalry maintainer.
King Arthur happens to be one of these insiders.
He knew where to look. After briefly scanning the record and skipping thousands of lines of irrelevant information, the King of Knights focused on the last line of the flight record:
This file was recorded on x, month x, 5xx, recorded by: Gaia Knight of Pantolaken East Sky Knights, Yak Du Lac
------The string of characters says so.
The moment he saw this, the King of Knights couldn't help but gasped and took a deep breath to cover up his surprise: "This is Uncle Yak's cavalry!?"
"Arc?" Bedivere had just finished checking the engine at the rear of the car. Hearing King Arthur's exclamation, he couldn't help but stand up and asked: "Are you talking about ---that --- Sword Saint Arc?"
"Do you know the Sword Master Yak?" Kador looked at Bedivere with slight surprise. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a young orc with little experience in the world to know the old events that happened in Great Britain more than ten years ago.
The werewolf scratched his head again. He happened to know that because Lancelot was the master who taught him swordsmanship, and the swordsman Jacques was Lancelot's father.
Of course, he couldn't tell anyone these things, and no one would believe him. All he could say was what happened today: "There's nothing I don't know. I even had a fight with him at noon today.
I almost died by his sword."
When he said this, not only the Knight of the Round Table Cador, but also King Arthur was horrified: "Uncle Yak is still alive? What is going on?!"
"It's a long story." Bedivere shrugged and told him that he went out to work today as a bounty hunter to hunt sand sharks in the sand sea, and that his weapons were stolen at noon. He tracked the thief to an underground cave and unexpectedly ran into him.
Sword Saint Arc... briefly reported this series of experiences to King Arthur.
After listening, Arthur frowned: "Sword Saint Jacques has also fallen. If Lancelot knows about this, I wonder what he will think?"
"It's best not to let Count Lancelot know." Cador also frowned deeply and started to dismantle the cavalry's voyage recorder: "It's useless for you to keep this thing, so I'll take it away.
,May I?"
"As you wish." The werewolf nodded perfunctorily, thoughtfully. Now it seems that this iron cavalry that originally belonged to the sword master Yak was probably something that Yak left behind when he was living in Egypt------
It is even possible that the Sword Master Arthur sold it out of necessity to make a living.
"The reincarnation of Kama (destiny)...?" King Arthur also sighed, he was thinking the same thing as Bedivere. Twelve years is a cycle. Twelve years ago, Camelot almost fell.
, the betrayer of the kingdom, Sword Saint Yake, should have been executed. Why such a person would be living in Egypt, and why he would be bumped into by Bediwell, only fate can explain all this.
"Kador, gather the knights and set up a search team to search for the whereabouts of Sword Saint Yak." King Arthur ordered: "But be careful to act in secret. Once you encounter Yak, you must not fight with him. I will capture him alive."
."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Knight Cador of the Round Table took off the cavalry's voyage recorder and held it in his arms. He saluted the King of Knights and said, "I'm going to prepare now."
"And you, Bedivere." When Cador walked away, Arthur glanced at the werewolf again: "Before you go back, I have one more thing to ask you. It can be regarded as a commission."
"Commission, commission?" Bedivere looked at King Arthur in disbelief, looking a little flattered: "What commission? Your Majesty, you have so many sincere knights helping you, do you still need to borrow my power?"
"Well, because this is my private matter, I don't want to trouble the people in the Knights." King Arthur smiled at the werewolf, with a kind smile and an additional plot: "And, you seem to be getting lucky recently? One thousand years ago
You also encountered the golden bug you encountered, and you also encountered the Sword Master Yak. God knows what else you will encounter? In order to find [that thing] in the vast desert, let me borrow your good luck.
."
"That's just superstition." Bedivere was not interested in luck. He just asked lightly: "Arthur, what are you looking for?"
"A treasure. Legend has it that it blooms once every three thousand years in the Sahara Desert, a super rare plant, [Desert Rose]." The Knight King smiled and said: "The seventh wedding anniversary of Greenville and I is coming soon, and I want to give it to her.
A special gift."
"That's it." Bedivere nodded: "Queen Greenville has been a little princess since she was a child. She has enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and ordinary treasures cannot impress her. That's why you want to get this rare item."
"That's right.---Don't laugh!"
Even though he was ordered not to smile, Bedivere still smiled evilly at the King of Knights: "Arthur, you are so romantic... This is not like you at all!"
"You speak as if you understand me very well." The King of Knights retorted with a long face.
"Pfft." Bediwell hurriedly covered his mouth: "Okay, I will accept your request. When will you leave to find Desert Rose?"
"No rush." King Arthur shrugged: "Actually, I haven't fully grasped the information about Desert Rose. I need to continue to find out the information. In short, I will come to you tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow... But I have something to do tomorrow. I have to take Segrad to the black market in Cairo, and I have to go to Zvar." Bediwell thought of the agreement with Odin's father, and the stay (imprisonment) here.
Brother Thief in Val's Underground Cave: "It might take half a day."
"It's okay, I'll follow you." King Arthur nodded and said, "You have transportation, so it should be very convenient to get in and out. It won't take too long."
Bediwell thought about it carefully and felt that this was right. Today they took a sand boat to cross the sand sea. It took about two hours from Cairo to Zwar. The sand boat at that time was loaded with cargo and the speed was quite slow. In actual sailing
If so, Bediwell's iron cavalry should be much faster than the sand ships.
There's only one thing left for the werewolf to worry about.
"I just hope we won't be attacked by sand sharks when we cross the desert." He scratched his body subconsciously. The monster's blood still stuck to his silver hair, making it itchy and uncomfortable: "I've been in the desert all day today.
I spent my time in the rain of Shark’s blood. I really don’t want to experience this kind of experience again.”
"You just don't know treasures, Bedivere." The King of Knights grinned mischievously: "The blood of the desert shark is said to have an aphrodisiac effect, and it is very effective when applied externally or internally."
"I don't need this, my Yang is already strong enough, thank you." The werewolf replied helplessly.
There was a moment of silence.
"So...the truck was rented and is no longer used. Please help me return it?" Bediwell ordered.
"Okay." Arthur replied briefly.
"So... I'm leaving?" Bediwell went over and opened the door of the machinery warehouse, intending to drive away from the warehouse on his iron cavalry.
"Oh, goodbye, and good night." Arthur said goodbye coldly.
The werewolf was silent for a moment, and as soon as he approached his cavalry, he turned to the King of Knights and said, "Arthur... don't you have anything to say to me?"
"No, what's wrong?" The King of Knights still had a cold attitude.
"Hmm..." Bedivere frowned again.
Seeing the werewolf's confused look, King Arthur couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing King Arthur smile and knowing that he was being teased, Bedivere couldn't help laughing either.
The two looked at each other and giggled for about a minute before Bediwell covered his stomach that hurt from laughing and complained in a low voice: "Arthur, you are so bad!"
"Huhu, I'm sorry, because you have always been weak, I couldn't help but want to tease you." The King of Knights smiled mischievously, and his colleague stretched out his hand to the werewolf: "Long time no see, Bedivere. It's great to see you again.
OK, my friend."
Bedivere also smiled softly. If he could, he would have stuck out his tongue like a puppy and wagged his tail at King Arthur. But he just stretched out his hand and shook hands with the King of Knights in a low-key manner: "Me too, Arthur.
It’s great to see you again. It’s great that you are still as approachable as before.”
"Am I?" Arthur paused thoughtfully for half a second: "Anyway...it seems like we'll have to get up early tomorrow, so you should go back and rest first. We have a whole day to reminisce about old times, so there's no rush.
."
"Yes!" The werewolf nodded vigorously and jumped on his cavalry: "Then, good night, Arthur."
"Good night, Bedivere." Arthur opened the warehouse door completely, "See you tomorrow."
The werewolf started the engine of the iron cavalry, and the electromagnetic force engine produced a slight levitation force, causing the vehicle to float two feet above the ground. Whoosh --- under the push of the engine, the werewolf's iron cavalry rushed out of the warehouse, along the
The battleship's tactical deck flew out and landed lightly in the open space.
"What is the relationship between His Majesty and that werewolf?" Kador, who had just returned, looked at the silver light of the cavalry going away, and complained with a little doubt: "You dote on him a little too much. This may be a problem for other candidates."
Not fair, right?"
King Arthur defended himself: "Nothing. What we provided him was only the most basic convenience, and it did not constitute favoritism."
"Oh? So the sending of weapons to them before was not partiality?" Kador asked.
"That's just a little help to Palamedes, it has nothing to do with Bedivere." The King of Knights put on his half-covered mask again, and the half of his face exposed covered the subtle look on his face: "This one
Don't go too deep into the matter, Kador. That child is a friend of mine, nothing more."
This sentence can't help but make the Knight of the Round Table, Cador, even more confused. As a friend, the relationship between the werewolf Bedivere and Arthur seems to be quite close. But in Cador's impression, King Arthur seems to have never had such a werewolf.
Friend Bedivere seems to be an extra "friend" that King Arthur has appeared out of thin air. This is really strange.