At the same time, above the Red Sea in eastern Africa, among the forest of stone pillars, there was the medical room of the British battleship Palamedes.
"Very good, now move the little finger of your right hand." Merlin ordered.
Bedivere moved the little finger of his right hand. Merlin frowned, and a flash of light emitted from his palm, which shocked Bedivere's palm.
"Hey!" Bedivere was numb from the electric shock and couldn't help shouting in protest.
Merlin ignored the werewolf youth's protest and continued: "Very good. Then your left toe."
The werewolf young man tried to move his toes again. Snap! Just as he moved his toes, Merlin used magic to electrocute his calf again.
Bediwell got a little impatient after being shocked all the time, and finally couldn't help complaining: "Honestly, is this kind of physical examination really meaningful? I'm almost exhausted, when can you let me go back to the hotel to rest?"
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"Be patient, it will be adjusted soon." The prime minister rolled his eyes at the werewolf: "You and His Majesty went to [that world] and lived in [that world] for more than a month. Your Majesty controlled a human
body, so it’s okay; but what you are using is a demon body—more accurately, a half-human, half-wolf body. You have been used to that demon body for more than a month.
Your spirit body has become accustomed to controlling the motor nerves of that body. Now you must find a way to adjust it back, and the sooner the better, otherwise it will affect your life in the future."
"It's not as exaggerated as you said. I can move normally now. What a fuss." Bedivere snorted.
"It may not have much impact on ordinary actions. But fine movements, such as the subtle coordination of the body when swinging a sword, is another matter. You will not find out until you are on the battlefield of the arena match tomorrow that your body cannot act like you used to.
If you move freely and lose the game, don't blame me for not adjusting for you."
After finishing speaking, Merlin's palm released another bolt of lightning, which shocked Bedivere's thigh.
"Ouch!" Bedivere shouted again.
"Bedi, I've made you suffer." Arthur snickered as if watching a show. At this time, he interrupted: "You know, after everything is over, I will reward you well. Wait.
Come on."
"I'm looking forward to it." Bedivere gave a perfunctory smile. He followed King Arthur to adventure in a different world nine hundred years later. In fact, it was not for rewards at all. As long as it was something King Arthur ordered him to do, he would do it without hesitation.
There are many things to do, and this adventure is no exception.
Moreover, this adventure is far from over. They have not yet successfully brought back the most important Queen Greenville. When the time is right, they will have to go to that other world again. But that will be in the future.
thing.
Snap!
"Woof!" Bedivere screamed strangely, and the cry was quite ambiguous.
"In this way, the nervous system has been fully adjusted." Merlin said. Only then did he notice the flush on the werewolf young man's face, so he asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything else wrong?"
"If you really want to count them all, there are a lot of things that are wrong." The werewolf young man said hesitantly: "But the most wrong thing... is that I missed something."
"Oh God------" King Arthur on the side put his hand to cover his nose.
"It's just a little bit, and is it my fault? -------He just used electricity to stimulate my lower abdomen!" Bedivere complained dissatisfiedly, his face flushed.
"Look, this phenomenon will occur when the nervous system is not coordinated enough." Merlin sneered: "Think optimistically, it is better for you to leak now than to leak again in the middle of tomorrow's game."
"Yes, it's better than making a fool of yourself in public." The werewolf rolled his eyes at the mage: "Thank you very much."
"Merlin, you don't understand," King Arthur joked, "Actually, Bedi is just too energetic. He needs to find a woman to vent his energy."
"This is not funny at all." The werewolf made a long face and climbed up from the operating table for medical examination: "Okay, now that the examination is completed, I will go back. It's really tiring."
"It's very late now. Do you want me to give you a ride?"
"No need. If I didn't make a mistake in my estimation, by this time some fool would be so tired that he would stop and come find me." Bediwell said.
"Bedi!" Just as the werewolf youth calculated, Bediwell's demon-sealing bracelet sounded Albert's cry for help: "Where are you? I've finally finished practicing, come and pick me up------
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"Didn't I lend you my iron horse? Just drive it back to the hotel parking lot!" Bediwell said angrily.
"No! I don't want to touch this machine again tonight! Even if I kill you!!" Albert shouted.
"Grand Duke Hall seems to have trained him well." Bedivere said to Arthur and the others, pointing to his demon-sealing bracelet as if explaining.
King Arthur and Merlin shrugged at the same time.
Ten minutes later. On the deck of the Palamedes.
"It's unbelievable." Bediwell looked at the iron cavalry that had just landed, emitting black smoke, and complained angrily: "You broke it?!"
"It's just a little overheated. There is no malfunction in the internal parts." Celestial Knight Hall also landed on the Dragon Rider: "Okay, that's it for tonight's training. Although it ended a little early, the training
The goal was finally barely achieved."
"Are you sure?" Bedivere looked at the tiger who was lying on the iron horse with his tongue hanging out and panting, and then at the iron horse that was smoking thickly: "Al is a genuine lazy guy. If he doesn't train well, he will
There is no way your driving skills will come in handy in tomorrow’s battle."
Grand Duke Hall then smiled: "Let's let him go temporarily tonight. He is exhausted physically and mentally, and your cavalry is on the verge of falling apart. There will be no good results if you continue training, so you'd better use the remaining
Time is better spent resting."
"That's right, rest!" Albert gasped and said coquettishly: "Bedi, it's you who will drive and take me back."
The werewolf young man suddenly felt the urge to kick the tiger into the sea.
Twenty minutes later.
"Then I'll go back first~" Albert jumped off the iron bike as soon as he arrived in front of the hotel parking lot. It was obvious that he didn't want to enter the parking lot with Bediwell, but planned to go back to his own hotel directly from the elevator at the front entrance of the hotel.
Room.
Bedivere made a long face: "You are too lazy to even take a few more steps..."
But Tiger pinched his nose and said, "Bedi, because you have a strange smell on your body, if I stay with you, people will mistakenly think that I am also a pervert."
"you------"
"Meow hahaha------see you tomorrow!" Albert ran away as if he was running away. He looked energetic, but he said he was very tired before!
Bediwell shook his head angrily and pushed the iron cavalry towards the parking lot. He was actually a little worried. After being tortured by Albert, the iron cavalry was still smoking, and part of the shell
It has been scorched black by the smoke, and it looks no different from the old scrap metal. In this miserable state, can the cavalry drive into the parking lot? Maybe it will be picked up by that snobbish person again.
Parking lot security stopped...
But there's no point worrying about this kind of thing now. Bediwell doesn't want to drive the cavalry back to the Paramedes and park it, so he just wants to try to see if he can enter the parking lot. So he pushed the cavalry into the parking lot.
At the checkpoint of the parking lot, I saw a different guard there.
"Good evening, sir." The guard bowed politely to Bediwell. When he saw the smoke-blackened iron cavalry pushed by Bediwell, he didn't say much and just left the parking lot.
The gate was opened to let Bediville in.
Bedivere nodded in response, and then took another look at the guard.
It is said that the Sphinx who runs the casino is an orc, and the Cairo Hotel he opened also employs a small number of orcs as employees, so it is not surprising that this Khajiit guard is on duty here. However, this
The famous tiger guard was fat and strong. There were not many orcs with such a strong body, so this person particularly attracted Bedivere's attention.
"Well," Bedivere asked again and again: "Where are the guards who were on duty here before?"
"It is said that he once contradicted a customer and seemed to have been fired." The other party was still polite and polite.
"Really..." This made Bediwell feel a little embarrassed. The "customer" that the guard contradicted before was Bediwell, and he was the culprit who caused that person to be fired.
"What's your name?" the werewolf young man asked.
"Gusta." The tiger man replied.
"Okay, Mr. Gusta." Bedivere then said: "I don't know if you still have a way to contact the parking lot guard who was fired. But if you do, please let him know for me.
Feel sorry."
"Understood, sir." The other party nodded and replied respectfully to Bedivere: "I wish you a pleasant evening."
"Good night then, Mr. Gusta. I also wish you a pleasant evening." Bediwell pushed the iron bike into the parking lot.
Bediwell pushed the cavalry into the second floor of the parking lot and found a relatively deserted corner to park the cavalry. Just as he was about to leave, a car drove past him.
Seemingly noticing Bediwell, the owner of the car stopped immediately. He parked the car quickly, and as soon as he got out of the car, he said hello to Bediwell: "See you again, sir."
Bediwell glanced at the other party and immediately recognized the lion man. This man was the rich man who had previously offered a high price to buy Bediwell's cavalry. His name seemed to be ------
"Mr. Salatin, right?" Bedivere asked, recalling the name printed on the previous postcard.