"Hmph, have you finally revealed your fox tail?" Palamedes then stretched out a hand, making a gesture of reclaiming Gengunir.
However, he took action too late. Professor Paul had already released a black poisonous snake. The poisonous snake instantly entangled the meteor gun Gengunil and quickly swallowed the spear! It was obviously a nearly six-foot-long spear.
But it was quickly swallowed by a small snake and disappeared completely!
"What?!"
"Hahahahaha!" At this time, Professor Paul seemed to be possessed, speaking in a completely different voice: "You are so easy to trust, Palamedes!"
"Poison Master Bete." The big cat recognized the voice instantly: "It is indeed you."
"It's unbelievable that you can actually turn yourself into someone else's appearance..." Bedivere muttered.
"Oh, no, I don't have that much ability." Bette said, "I just hypnotized this old scientist and used his body to do something. Having said that, it's really funny. This old man is just like you.
Naive, I was wandering around the airport before, so I started chatting with me without any suspicion. Such a naive guy deserves to be taken advantage of, hahahahahahahahahaha------"
Bedivere and Paramedes looked at each other.
"Give me back Gengunir!" the big cat then shouted.
"Don't be stupid, how could I return it to you!" Bette smiled sinisterly: "Don't worry, Paramedes. I have hidden your artifact in a place where electromagnetic waves are completely impenetrable.
In Tohru's secret room, no matter how you summon, you will never be able to get back this spear! I'm looking forward to the battle with you tomorrow, hahahahaha!------------"
Snap! The little black snake suddenly twisted and seemed to have broken its spine. It began to burn with an evil green-black flame and soon turned into ashes. Professor Paul, who was supposed to be under mind control,
He also fell weakly and collapsed on the carpet in the living room with a crash.
"Uh-huh..." Then he got up again: "What...? What's going on...? Where is I?"
He looked at Bedivere and Paramedis with slight surprise: "Why are you here?"
"Professor, what are the daily staple foods of the Pygmies?" Bedivere asked.
"Oh, their staple food is abundant." Professor Paul began to talk as if a switch was turned on: "Many people think that the Pygmy cannibals are terrifying cannibals, but in fact they rarely eat
People generally only eat sick or dying species of their own kind, or enemies that have been defeated in tribal conflicts. Their real staple food is various fungi, ferns on the East African plateau, and various grains they grow themselves, and
They are actually very particular about cooking------"
"Okay, okay!" Bedivere quickly interrupted, then turned to look at Palamedes: "It's him."
"Yes, I can see it," Palamedes also said.
"Uh, so, what's going on?" The old professor covered his painful forehead: "I remember that I was waiting for the plane in the airport lounge just now. Then someone who claimed to be your friend came to see me.
That person seems to be called..."
"Bette." Bediwell walked over and helped the old professor up: "Professor Paul, do you still remember his appearance? That guy is not a good person. If you see that guy's face in the future, be sure to stay away.
."
"Okay..." The professor still looked a little confused.
"So, can you bring my change of clothes? It's on the bedside cabinet." Palamedes asked.
Bedivere gave the big cat another blank look and said quietly: "Your Gengunir has been taken away. Why are you still taking a bath with a calm look?"
"Hmph, after tomorrow's game is over, even if I cripple Bete, I will ask him to return the stolen Gengunir to me." Paramedis shrugged and said, "But I decided not to use it for tomorrow's game.
Gengunil goes into battle. I used to live well without Gengunil. Now even if I don’t rely on the help of that kind of artifact, I will never lose to a despicable person like Bete who only knows how to use tricks. We’ll see.
Bar."
Then the big cat took the change of clothes from the professor and ducked in to take his bath.
In this case, Bedivere has nothing to say. He only hopes that Paramedes will have some clever plan tomorrow to defeat his cunning opponent.
"Professor Paul, is it true that you are flying back to Great Britain tomorrow?" The werewolf asked again.
"What's today's date?" The old professor turned to look at the date on the TV: "Oh, it's true. Oops, I have to get up early tomorrow... Where should I stay now?"
"Just sleep in this room in Paramedis for one night." Bedivere then sighed: "Anyway, since Albert won't come back to sleep here, the room will be empty as well."
"I have already brought you so much trouble, how can you still be so nice to me?"
"Why are you so polite, Professor." Bedivere couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Everything was set up by that guy Bette, and you are also one of the victims. Since you are here, we can't take you out of the hotel so late at night.
Kicked out. Anyway, just settle down and go to sleep. Don’t you have to catch a flight tomorrow?"
"Then... okay, thank you." Professor Paul wrote a few lines on the note on the side: "By the way, Mr. Bedivere, this is my contact address at the University of Cambridge in Great Britain. I'll be waiting for your trip to Africa."
It's over. After you return to Great Britain, please be sure to come and visit me at my university."
"Okay. I will definitely go." Bediwell accepted the note and left.
Although he was leaving, Bediwell's (and Elaine's) room was not far from Paramedis's hotel room. After walking around a few times and walking a few steps, the werewolf youth immediately returned to his room.
In. He knew clearly that Elaine was already lying in the medical room of the British battleship Paramedes and would not come back to this room to sleep tonight, so he quickly locked the door bolt after entering the room.
Bedivere wanted to take a bath, sit down and relax, but he didn't expect that as soon as he took a step into the room, the doorbell behind him rang again.
"What the hell------" Bedivere thought Professor Paul had something to ask him again, so he turned back to answer the door in a depressed tone.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw a group of British knights in front of the door, carrying something like a coffin and looking at Bedivere expectantly.
"Uh, what?"
"Is this Mr. Bedivere?" the leading knight asked: "The Knights have something to send you."
Bedivere frowned. The coffin-like thing was wrapped very well. It was impossible to tell what was inside just from the packaging. However, these British knights were all wearing regular knight attire, and they did not look like fakes.
Damn it, a group of Britannians would never send a bomb or something, right?
"Who ordered you to send this here?" So the werewolf asked again.
"It was an order given by His Majesty King Arthur himself," the leading knight replied.
"Really..." Bedivere scratched his head: "Okay, thank you."
Arthur said that he would reward Bedivere well later, but the werewolf had no idea what the reward would be and when it would be delivered. I didn’t expect Arthur to act so quickly. Bedivere had just returned to the hotel.
The reward was delivered.
After the group of knights left, Bediwell dragged the huge coffin-like package into the room alone. Fortunately, this thing was not as heavy as it looked, and it could be easily moved by one person. The werewolf young man couldn't wait to open the package.
Only then did I realize that this thing looked familiar------
------Isn't this the special "bed" that was in the shipyard room of the Golden Ship Desert Ship and Bediville?
There is no mistake. Looking at the wonderful streamlined shape of this "bed", coupled with the dazzling golden shell on its surface, this thing is definitely the parts removed from the desert ship. Arthur and the others took the ship
The artificial intelligence has been turned off, and now people are probably dismantling the treasure ship buried deep in the yellow sand bit by bit for research purposes.
Bedivere tilted his head and looked carefully at this strange big bed.
The usage of this thing seems to be... when a person lies on it, air gel will flow out and wrap the user's whole body. Then, the air gel will replace the function of the quilt, giving people a comfortable night's sleep. Air gel
The rubber bed is both breathable and warm. In short, it is a wonderful sleeping experience.
However, this bed seems to need electricity to drive, right? Can it really be used if it is disassembled like this?
Bediwell then took another look and found that there was indeed a wire beside the bed, and there was even a transformer connected to the wire. It was obvious that someone had modified the bed's original power supply system and modified its input power supply to match the modern power supply.
The format of the plug is universal. To remove the parts from that ancient spacecraft and modify it to the point where it can be used in such a short period of time? If anyone could do this, that person must be a genius.
Anyway, there seemed to be no harm in giving it a try. Bediwell looked around. Anyway, he was the only one sleeping in this room tonight, and there was nothing to be ashamed of ------
Then Bediwell immediately took off his clothes and took a quick shower, plugged in the power and jumped onto the bed that seemed to be very high-tech. When the power was turned on and it sensed that someone was lying on the bed, those wonderful air gels immediately
It flowed out from the edge of the bed and began to wrap around Bedivere's body.
"Ha------" The werewolf let out a long sigh of relief. It felt like he was in heaven---even if it wasn't heaven, it felt almost like soaking in a hot spring. Bediwell never
I like to sleep naked. No matter how little I wear, I will at least wear underpants when I sleep. Now I am not used to sleeping naked in warm jelly.
Then he saw a small thing hanging next to the bed. It was the spirit-sensing headband that Constantine forced on Bediwell before. As expected, those guys in Great Britain took the opportunity to send the headband along with the bed.
Yes. It is said that this thing can improve sleep, but it is actually a device for remotely controlling the artificial Holy Spirit. The purpose of forcing this thing on Bediville is actually to use Bediville for experiments.
However, the artificial Holy Spirit released from the headband seems to have been hacked to death by the evil star. The remote control function of the headband itself has long been gone, and the only remaining feature is the improvement of sleep. Put it on when sleeping.
Wearing it, it seems that you have nothing to lose, and you can also get a bounty from Constantine. So, why not?
With this idea in mind, Bediwell put on the weird golden headband. I don't know whether it was because the air gel bed was too comfortable, or it was affected by the headband, but Bediwell felt faint within a few seconds.