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Chapter 1180: Selection in the Ring (11)

Chapter 1180 Selection in the Arena (11)

The helmet was big and round, a full circle fatter than an ordinary helmet. It looked like a hood for a big-headed baby, or like the heads of those puppet mascots in amusement parks. It looked very funny.

"This... is not cool at all." Husky complained in a long tone. He simply couldn't imagine that this damn thing was...

What effect will it have on that shiny and cool armor?

"What we want is not coolness. As long as there are no problems with the function." Vivian's face was slightly unhappy.

"However, you can't even stand firmly while wearing it. If you use this to fight, you are seeking death." The evil star pointed out the shortcomings of this design in one sentence: "No, this thing is completely unusable."

"Uh!" Vivian and Li Daoyuan were shocked at the same time. The results of their continuous efforts for months seemed to be completely negated in an instant. It would be strange not to lose.

"Husky just doesn't understand." The dog boy touched the big helmet, tilted his head and asked, "Why do you have to add food, air and diapers to the armor? You can't bring the restaurant toilet with you.

Wow?"

"Things are not as simple as you think." Vivian denied without thinking.

"Wait..." The Orientalist suddenly thought of something and took a deep breath: "Child, what did you just say? Can you say it again?"

"Hasky just said, [Can't you bring the restaurant toilet with you?" the dog man boy repeated.

Li Daoyuan was stunned again, then shook his head, feeling that that method was not feasible.

Then he coughed dryly, had an idea, and finally came up with a feasible plan!

He actually started taking off his arm armor!

The Oriental man who took off his crab shell revealed his slightly aged and thin arms. He picked up a pen and paper with his white hands and began to draw on the drawing.

"What are you doing, Mr. Li Daoyuan?" Vivian glanced at the drawing curiously.

"That child is right, so right!" The Orientalist laughed excitedly: "Our idea was wrong from the beginning. In fact, the solution is very simple, just like what the child said, put

It would be nice to bring the restaurant and toilets with you!"

That's right, what Li Daoyuan drew on the paper was not a new design for the armor.

That's a machine. To be more precise, it's a small supply ship!

"We applied the principle of detoxifying armor to this, and made a supply station that can completely isolate dark particles and move around. With this, other armors don't need food depots at all, and the air depots can also be greatly reduced, and the excretion-

--Okay, a small carry-on bag can solve the problem. They drive this to the dark continent, and they don't usually need to wear armor. The armor's outboard activity time only needs to be controlled within five hours!"

"How to solve the dark pollution when entering and exiting this ship?" Vivian asked.

"It's very simple. We make a ventilation lock, and all personnel are [disinfected] before entering or exiting! If there is pollution, it won't be too much. A little bit of shadow pollution can be easily removed with ultrasonic waves!"

"What if the supply depot is damaged midway?" Vivian asked again: "The lives of the crew depend on this supply depot. Once the armor is damaged and a shadow leak occurs, everyone will have to wait to die."

"Then let's build a few more supply stations - three are enough, right? In this way, even if one or two of the supply stations are damaged, everyone can still use the backup supply stations to maintain their lives. As long as it is not serious

Damage, a little bit of damage should be repairable!"

"Huh...interesting." Vivian couldn't think of any comments.

"All the technical problems have been solved!" The crabman uncle put down his pen and rushed out with the drawing: "I have to show this to Master Merlin! Then we will start building the supply ship right away! Great, we can finally do it.

We have completed the development of the detoxifying armor before moving the capital!"

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and looked at the dog-man boy. He quickly ran back, picked up Husky and hugged him: "Thank you, little genius!"

"Ouch! The thorns on Uncle Crab's body hurt so much!" Husky complained.

"What does [move the capital] mean?" Evil Star asked curiously as he watched Li Daoyuan leave in a hurry.

"Don't you know yet?" Vivian smiled softly: "Soon, Arthur will announce to the country that the restoration work of [Holy Camelot] has been completed. The royal capital of Great Britain will be moved from London to Camelot again.

Milo."

The evil star frowned: "I still don't understand. Your current capital is in London. Isn't it great? It's prosperous and comfortable here. There's no reason to give up such a good city, let alone move to another capital.

?"

"I know. But Camelot is the capital that Arthur's father dedicated his life to protect. Even if it has turned into ashes, Arthur will go back again." Vivian touched Hal's cat head: "Because there

This is his hometown."

She saw the confusion on Xinghui Long's face and asked: "Xing Xing, where is your home? Don't you have a hometown you want to go back to?"

There was a look of confusion on Jin Shining's face.

At the same time (?), Africa, on the stone pillar array of the Red Sea.

After Arthur led Bediwell and his party into the restaurant, everyone quickly received a lunch. It was the standard meal for the knights---actually fried fish fillet with French fries.

"The seats over there are empty." Arthur pointed to a deserted corner of the restaurant: "Let's dine together?"

"Well, we still have to discuss some things." Saifei winked at his father and brother. Of course he didn't want to stay with King Arthur for a long time. He also planned to make good use of his free time after lunch to continue to modify weapons.

.If Arthur were here, his random dismantling of the plug-in system would be revealed, and the situation would be more embarrassing.

"Oh, okay." The Knight King could also vaguely sense that the Leopard Man youth was avoiding him, so he stopped making any noise and tugged on Bediville's clothes: "Bedi, why don't you get along with these heartless people?"

The heartless orcs are just as ungrateful and are avoiding me, right? You can always finish lunch with me, right?"

A big drop of cold sweat broke out from the werewolf's forehead. Bedivere smiled bitterly and said: "I will accompany you. Of course I will accompany you."

The werewolf made a face at Zeffel, and when passing by the leopard man young man, he secretly put his Luna Steel Scimitar into Zeffel's hand, and then left with Arthur.

"Sorry, meow." The young leopard man looked at the backs of King Arthur and Bedivere, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He walked away with his father Paramedis, his younger brother Seglade and the white bear Elaine.

We found a more remote corner to eat.

Bedivere, who had been "forcibly" taken away by Arthur, had just sat down to eat when a knight dressed as a messenger hurried into the restaurant and whispered a few words to King Arthur.

After Arthur finished listening to the messenger's narration, his expression changed: "Really?!"

The messenger nodded, turned and left. Taking this opportunity, Bediwell also saw the bronze snowflake emblem on the messenger. This man was a knight of the Northern Knights.

"Sorry, Bedivere." Arthur put down the dinner plate: "I have to go back. I heard that Greenville was attacked last night."

"What?!" the werewolf exclaimed in a low voice. He immediately lowered his voice and asked: "Is the queen okay?"

"It is said that she was attacked by Twilight Cultists at a charity party. There were no decent guards at the time, so Greenville had to kill all the enemies by herself. That silly girl... I just hope she was not injured.

"

"Oh my god..." Bedivere covered her mouth and sighed.

"So, I have to go back and see my queen right away." Arthur showed an embarrassed wry smile to the werewolf: "I originally planned to watch your first game before going back to Great Britain, but it seems that I won't have the chance to watch the game. -

--Anyway, I wish you good luck, Bediville."

"Thank you." The werewolf nodded and said, "Please send my condolences to the queen on my behalf."

"I will." Arthur said goodbye hastily.

So... in just the blink of an eye, Bedivere was left out in the cold by the two groups. Arthur left and went back to meet Saifei and the others for a meal, but it seemed a bit unnecessary. The werewolf sat depressed in the dining room.

In a corner, he ate his lunch by himself.

However, he is not alone. In this restaurant, several forces are already watching Bediwell, intending to cause trouble for the lone werewolf.

These hostile eyes were attracted by another figure. The great mage Logan held his lunch and walked generously and directly to this corner of the restaurant, stopping in front of Bediwell's table.

"Are you eating alone, kid?" the old man asked in a loud and deep voice.

"Uh... I think... yes." The werewolf looked up at Logan with doubt. The old man was tall and strong. At this time, he was only wearing a sleeveless short coat.

It doesn't look like a mage should be dressed up at all, but more like some kind of monk who uses his fists to defeat enemies.

What is this guy here for? Does he want to explore Bedivere's strength before the battle begins? Or is he here to declare war?

Bedivere watched Logan sit down with uneasiness. The great mage spoke at the same time: "I know what you are thinking, child. But I am not here to stir up trouble."

"Then what do you do for a living?" the werewolf asked in a low voice, trying his best to be polite.

"Here's a puzzle." Logan smiled and asserted unceremoniously: "Kid, I've been paying attention to you for a long time. You are very strong. In terms of physical combat, you are probably the strongest among our candidates.

.But you have no chance of winning in a duel with me, you will definitely lose."

"How will you know if you don't try this kind of thing?" The werewolf was a little unconvinced. This guy Logan said that he was not here to stir up trouble, but the old man said that he would win as soon as he opened his mouth. This is the rhythm of stirring up trouble!

The great mage smiled mysteriously: "Don't try, you will lose 100% of the time. Because [time] is your enemy, but I have infinite [time]."

"You are absolutely no match for me." He asserted.!!


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