Chapter 1238 Rest and Reconciliation in Silent Night (15)
At the same time, the west coast outside Attenborough.
"Ahem, cough, cough, cough! I thought I was going to die..." Bediwell was rescued from the sea by Nassandra Na. As soon as he landed, he coughed violently, trying to choke his lungs.
All the sea water inside was vomited out.
"It's really useless. You are so young, but you can't even swim." said the mermaid. For mermaids who are born with the ability to swim, Bediwell, this landlubber, is simply a useless person.
"Cough cough cough cough cough! ------ Whether you are a landlubber or not has nothing to do with your age, thank you." The werewolf finally cleared out the most difficult thing to spit out from his lungs, and he seemed to spit out a sticky ball
He himself felt that the hairy thing was really disgusting, so he quickly turned away and couldn't bear to look directly at it.
After being able to take a breath, the werewolf discovered that his whole body exuded a fishy smell like dead fish, which was extremely unpleasant. He looked at the turbid west coast and couldn't help complaining: "I've obviously only been soaked in sea water.
It’s only been a while, why is it so smelly?”
"Sorry, that's what we did." Nassandra was busy spraying herself with some kind of deodorant perfume. The mermaid's special perfume she used was specially designed to offset the fishy smell.
In order to save the werewolf who fell into the sea, she used ice magic to create ice floes on the water. Her body was not in direct contact with the sea water, but her clothes were inevitably a little wet from the waves and tide. She was meticulous and tried hard to cover it up with perfume.
Get rid of that fishy smell on your clothes.
"You did it? What do you mean?"
"You have also seen that our warship was attacked by the enemy. The hull was seriously damaged and had to be stopped on the west coast for repairs." Nasandra Na continued to spray the perfume, and the smell of the perfume gradually became stronger, making Bediville's
My nose felt itchy: "But the noise of the renovation seemed to have attracted a large number of sea beasts. We had no choice but to slaughter a batch here. Their flesh and blood corpses sank in the west coast, and the smell of dead fish will probably not dissipate in a few days."
(These rascals!)
"Do you want to use it? It can temporarily cover the stink on your body." Nassandra handed the perfume bottle to Bediwell: "But now that your whole body has been soaked in that kind of sea water, I guess ten bottles of perfume can't cover up the smell.
?"
"No, thank you." Bediwell rolled his eyes at Nassandrana: "What kind of perfume does a grown man wear?" Now he just wants to complete the physical examination as soon as possible, and then go back to the hotel to take a nice shower to wash away all the dirt and smell on his body.
Wash.
Nassandra also rolled her eyes at the werewolf: "What a vulgar [smelly] man. I really don't understand why someone like you would be a friend of His Highness the Prince."
The werewolf immediately became unhappy: "Nonsense, when did I become friends with that kind of guy!"
"Isn't it?" Nassandrana was suddenly confused, holding her chin and thinking: "That's strange. Your Highness obviously cares about you so much..."
"He only cares about the mysteries about me." Bedivere said disapprovingly: "If it weren't for the fact that there are too many mysteries about me that have not yet been solved, that guy might have wanted to kill me right away."
"Huh, maybe." Nassandrana hummed thoughtfully. A woman's intuition told her that the relationship between Bedivere and Prince Tristan was not that simple. However, the matter was too complicated and she could not see through it at all.
"Then please." Ivan seemed to have just finished contacting the people from the Western Knights on the phone. He hung up the call and turned to the werewolf and said, "Follow me quickly. We will conduct a physical examination in the medical room in the east wing."
"Hah!" Bediwell sneezed. His nose was stuffy and runny due to the stimulation of the cold and dirty sea water. Even his voice was a little abnormal: "Whatever you want, just finish it quickly!"
"Then let's follow." Ivan had already taken steps towards Attenborough.
"Prince Ivan." Nassandrana followed closely and asked profusely: "It's a rare occasion to come back to Attenborough, why don't you go visit your beloved wife?"
"Dear, sweet wife?" The werewolf stared at Ivan's back with wide eyes.
"We'll talk about it later." Ivan ignored Bedivere and replied calmly: "Now take this guy for a medical examination... Oh no, a physical examination..."
"Hey, did you just want to say [anatomy]?" Bedivere heard the murderous intent from Ivan's slip of the tongue, so he became even more unhappy.
The half-dragon young man sneered in response, and at the same time, the knights responsible for guarding opened the door and allowed everyone to enter the base. As a mermaid, Nassandra was not allowed to use magic in the castle. It was a little inconvenient to move, and her footsteps gradually slowed down.
Falling behind. The werewolf also seized this quarter of an hour of freedom and took the opportunity to walk and observe, examining this ancient castle.
They had been away for at least seven years. When Bediwell came to Attenborough for the first time, he was just a little kid who was not yet fully sensible. At that time, Arthur happened to bring Bediwell here to look for the treasures of the deep sea trolls.
information, trying to hunt the deep sea trolls, and use the materials obtained to repair the broken golden trident of the mermaid tribe. In this place where fate intersects, Bedivere and others met Ivan, a half-dragon boy who was the lighthouse keeper.
Bedivere couldn't help but glance at Ivan. Seven years ago, this guy was just a handyman, and he had to bow down when he met anyone with a higher status. Unexpectedly, seven years later, Ivan would have become a prince.
Wait. Prince Bedivere's wolf ears moved.
"There is something I have always wanted to ask." The werewolf walked up a spiral staircase and said as he walked: "Why are you [Prince], and why have you and Tristan always been called brothers? Could it be...
.."
"Hmph. It's the one you're talking about [could it be]." Although Bediwell could only see the back of Ivan who was walking in the front, it was clear from the half-dragon young man's tone that Ivan must be quite displeased: "This is a sin."
Fate. My damn pervert dad actually seduced... fell in love with... Her Majesty the Queen of Iceland at that age. And then they got married."
"Damn------" Bedivere sighed in a low voice. The heavenly knight Duke Younes is having an affair with the Queen of Iceland?! Although love is free, Younes is at least sixty years old.
At an advanced age of 60 years, the two sons (Aoyun and Yiwen) have grown up to this age - they only came into their second (third?) spring at the age of sixty. How lustful must this old man be?!
"Moreover, they not only got married, they actually gave birth to a child." Ivan continued: "That kid should be in Attenborough now, staying with my dad."
Bedivere frowned: "...Is it a boy?"
"Boy. Or fish-man." Ivan walked into a long corridor from the stairs and replied: "So the Kingdom of Iceland has a second prince, and the throne suddenly has a legal heir. Do you know what this means?
?"
Bedivere's heart sank again. Yes, this newly born little prince will compete with Tristan for the throne of the Kingdom of Iceland. Tristan, who should be loved by thousands of people, now has a competitor. No wonder the fishman
Prince Tristan's temper will become so bad!
Don't look at the child who is still young. The life of a mermaid is very long. The Queen of Iceland still has a long time before she abdicates! When the Queen plans to abdicate, the second prince has grown up and is enough to become a threat to Tristan's throne.
The winner!
No wonder the relationship between Tristan and Ivan is so bad even though they are "brothers". This is indeed a bad relationship. Perhaps no one except the two parties agrees with the marriage between Grand Duke Youns and the Queen of Iceland.
"You... are so strange." Ivan stopped and looked back at Bedivere: "You clearly know the details of our past, but you seem to know nothing about what happened in recent years.
The news of my father’s marriage to the Queen of Iceland should have been aroused throughout Europe, right? The same goes for Calvin’s birth, which was celebrated grandly in Iceland and Great Britain.”
"Uh, but in the past seven years..."
"Hiding in the mountains and not caring about worldly affairs?" Ivan pushed the frame of his glasses with his middle finger.
"Hiding in the mountains and not paying attention to worldly affairs." The werewolf nodded and replied.
"Would anyone believe this ridiculous reason?" Ivan glared at Bedivere.
"Believe it or not." The werewolf also glared at the half-dragon young man: "Aren't you going to take me to the medical room for a physical examination? Why did you stop?"
"Because this is the medical room." Ivan reached out and pushed the door open.
In a small but rather dark room, there was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant. The fishy smell on Bedivere's body kept irritating the werewolf's nose, so that even his sense of smell changed.
He was extremely dull, so he couldn't smell the disinfectant smell through the door.
"Oh, are you here?" There was someone waiting in the medical room, an elderly doctor. The old man was wearing a white robe, which almost gave people the illusion of seeing a ghost in the dark.
"Doctor, I'll leave this guy to you." Ivan pushed Bediwell: "Check him thoroughly from beginning to end to see what secrets are hidden in his body."
"Leave it to me." When the doctor came up, he still held a syringe the size of a fist in his hand: "Take off your pants and start drawing blood."
Bedivere's face changed. It was only now that he began to regret it: "Uh... need to draw so much blood?!"
The old military doctor was obviously happy, holding a huge syringe and approaching Bediville step by step: "Of course. How can we do a detailed examination without collecting enough blood samples? ------You, hold him down."
On the hospital bed. Don't struggle, it will be over soon."
"Haha..." Ivan held down Bedivere with one hand and pressed the werewolf heavily to the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he had already pulled off the werewolf's pants.
"Wait! Don't ------" Bedivere begged with a blushing face.
Prick! Before the werewolf had time to struggle, the huge syringe had already pierced his butt!
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase--------------------------!!" a heartbreaking scream,