Chapter 1225 Rest and Reconciliation in Silent Night (2)
At the same time, Bediwell, who was walking towards the battleship's medical room, met the Heavenly Knight Palin Lore head-on in the corridor before entering the medical room.
"The Grand Duke of Palinlor." The werewolf bowed to the celestial knight.
"Hmm." Palinloer nodded slightly and left without giving Bedivere a second look. Maybe, for a big man like him, a small character like the werewolf is insignificant at all.
There was no time to think about this kind of thing, so Bedivere approached the medical room. Before the door was pushed open, Bedivere heard someone chatting happily from the medical room. This place was originally for injured candidates.
The place where we rest should be absolutely silent; but some ignorant fool actually flirted with the nurses in the medical room in such a flirtatious tone.
Bediwell pushed the door open and went in, glaring at the people inside. Sure enough, that ignorant fool was the tiger-man young Albert.
"What are you, this stupid tiger, hooking up with the nurses?" Bedivere rolled his eyes at Al.
"Hey, I want you to take care of it. If you want to find Elaine, he is in the fifth cubicle." Tiger casually brushed off the werewolf and continued chatting with a nurse. Although the nurse lady was mediocre in appearance, she had huge breasts.
------At that moment, Bedivere finally understood Albert's key point in choosing a woman: in short, as long as the breasts are big.
The werewolf gave the tiger another contemptuous look and walked towards the cubicle. There are more than twenty small cubicles in the medical room that can accommodate only one patient. These cubicles have excellent ventilation and sound insulation equipment and are specially designed for patients with serious injuries.
It is designed for patients so that they can recuperate quietly without being disturbed by the outside world. ------The "external interference" mentioned here, of course, mainly refers to ignorant people like Albert and the nurses*
*Fucking bastards.
"I'm in." The werewolf pushed open the compartment door and walked into the compartment where Elaine was: "Elaine, are you still resting?"
"Uh, I, I'm almost healed." The White Bear Man was doing some gentle stretching exercises on the bed to soothe his numb body after lying for a long time.
"Hey, don't force yourself, it will be bad if you let the wound tear again." Bedivere said hurriedly: "Even if you have super recovery ability, you should be exhausted from the battle just now."
"I, I'm fine." The white bear man whispered, his stuttering seemed to be more serious than usual: "Ma, you can crawl up soon. I, let's go back to the hotel."
"You are not good at all." Bediwell knew that the White Bear Man was trying to show off his strength: "Your face is still so bad, it is better to lie down for a while. Lie here quietly for another ten minutes, and I will come back to pick you up."
"Yes, but------"
"When I came here just now, I met the Celestial Knight Palinlor. Is he here to visit you?" The werewolf changed the topic and asked.
"Hmm... um." The white bear man nodded laboriously, as if he had something to hide.
"You should thank the Grand Duke of Palinlor." Bediwell continued: "Although the battle between you and Scimitar-hand Morun ended with your victory, Morun was very dissatisfied with the verdict at the time and wanted to kill him for a time.
You fainted. It was Grand Duke Palinloer who stopped him and saved your life. You owe him your life."
"Yes, really." A flush appeared on Elaine's face. Every time he mentioned the powerful men he admired, the White Bear Man would show this shy and envious expression: "Grand Duke Palinloar.
....."
"What's he here for? Is he just here to visit you?" Albert suddenly interrupted as he poked his head in from outside the cubicle.
"No, it's nothing..." the white bear man replied hesitantly, his expression obviously not saying "nothing", but "unable to speak".
So Bediwell rolled his eyes at the tiger again: "Aren't you busy having sex with big-breasted nurse ladies? Then go and do your business and don't interrupt.------In short, Elaine, you
You did a great job today, it was really an eye-opening battle. Let's go have a big meal when we get back, I'll treat you."
"Okay, tonight is a lobster dinner!" Albert joked with a careless smile.
"Idiot, who wants to treat you to dinner? If you have no merit, just pay for it yourself!" the werewolf snorted coldly.
Unexpectedly, Albert wiped his nose with his cat's paw and said proudly: "That doesn't matter, he is already a rich man anyway. Meow."
"Yes, rich people?"
"Hey, you really don't know, meow? Although I also got the information from chatting with the nurse just now------" Al looked even more proud: "In this competition, we can get paid. And what's more?
, the higher the ratings of each game, the more rewards we get! My grand performance must have skyrocketed the ratings. Hey, how much money can we earn?"
"Oh---" Bedivere said with a long face: "There is such a weird rule. This is the malice from His Majesty King Arthur."
"Evil, malicious?" Elaine looked puzzled.
"King Arthur's [Battle of the Five Kings] was also performed in full view of millions of people in Great Britain, and of course it was also broadcast live on television." The werewolf replied slightly unhappily: "Your Majesty also complained about this kind of clown-like behavior back then.
Performance show. I didn’t expect that now it’s our turn to experience it in person.”
"Whether it's a performance or a clown, there's nothing wrong with it." Albert said proudly: "The purpose is to let people all over the world see our strength and let the world know that we are serious about becoming Knights of the Round Table."
You deserve the reputation, right? If you have strength, you should show it off and let others know. Otherwise, where will the reputation and recognition come from?"
"Although you are right to say that." The werewolf frowned: "But I would rather keep a low profile and just do my job well."
"That's why you are willing to hide incognito in the mountains and wild mountains and be a savage, hum." Albert seized the opportunity and mocked: "Your values have been centuries behind! There are still conservative people like you in modern times.
Such a weird existence is really unbelievable!"
"Humph, I need you to take care of it." Bedivere responded disdainfully, imitating Albert's previous tone.
Bedivere, who has no pursuit of fame, knows it best. He participated in the Round Table Trial just to serve the king he followed, and had nothing else to seek. When everything is over, there will be no use for him as King Arthur.
Once Bediville is obtained, the werewolf will retreat and return to the wilderness of the snowfields of Western Siberia again to live a peaceful life.
alone.
Yes, because he is already alone, Lianyin and Husky are no longer there.
"If a person does not pursue food sincerely, he cannot truly become powerful." King Arthur's words once again sounded in the werewolf's mind, tingling Bedivere's nerves.
But what should he do?
The dead cannot be resurrected, and his wife and children who perished under the claws of the White Snow Armor will never appear again in this world. And Bediwell, who loves Lianyin deeply, knows that he will never be able to love another woman again in this life.
, organized another family.
In fact, there is no hope at all for his future, only deep despair and loneliness. Bedivere originally subconsciously did not think about such things and just wanted to live a peaceful life. But since a few months ago
Meeting Albert again in the wilderness, his rhythm of life has been disrupted, and then there are things like the Round Table Trial, which makes Bedivere have to further reflect on himself.
------Why on earth did he want to reach this point?
------You have to fight desperately even if you vomit blood, but what do you want to gain?
Thinking of this, Bedivere's arm throbbed. His arm, which was supposed to be made of mithril and had no pain, actually caused a throbbing pain to its owner!
"Ugh..." The werewolf covered his left arm hard, trying to suppress the abnormal phantom pain.
"Mr. Bedivere?" Elaine immediately exclaimed when she saw the werewolf suddenly turned pale.
"Hey, are you okay? Cheer up!" Albert also realized that Bedivere's sudden attack was unusual, and hurriedly supported the werewolf who was about to collapse.
"I...I'm fine..." Bedivere tried his best to catch his breath: "It's just an old problem... This arm that has been lost for a long time will occasionally have phantom pain. I'm relieved.
It'll get better in one breath, don't worry."
"Hmph..." Albert muttered: "Speaking of which, why have I never heard you tell me how that arm became crippled?"
The werewolf responded coldly: "I have no obligation to tell you everything."
Of course, Bedivere could not tell anyone about this. Just seven years ago, in exchange for Arthur's life, the werewolf boy used his own life as a sacrifice, which should have been burned to ashes by the flames of the black phoenix.
But his brother Papalov also used his own life as a sacrifice, blocking the attack of the black flame before the black phoenix took Bediwell's life. As a result, Bediwell not only lost him forever
My brother also lost his left arm.
His family, brothers, wife and children all left him.
He has lost too much, and what is left is all external things, not worth cherishing.
His whole life was full of despair, and there was no trace of hope left in his future.
Does such a person who is surrounded by despair still want to become a Knight of the Round Table and fulfill those wishes that do not exist at all?
"Mr. Bedivere..." Elaine struggled to get up: "I, I have been completely cured. Let's go back."
"Already healed? We will wait for you, just lie down for a while." The werewolf glanced at the chest of the white bear man. A big scar that once existed there has been blocked, but it is only blocked on the outside, and the internal organs are injured.
It shouldn't be that easy to heal. The best evidence of this is that the White Bear Man used his strength to adapt to the wound when he got up.
"No, no need..." Elaine put on her coat: "Why, you can just waste time here. You have to be ready for the next battle!"
(How enviable.)
(If I could have a clear goal like Elaine, I might be able to become stronger.)
(What should a person with a desperate fate do to become stronger?)