"Hey, you guy------" Bedivere looked at Albert sideways.
"Don't listen to this kid's nonsense, I haven't reached the critical point yet." Albert felt very uncomfortable being stared at. He raised his arms and flexed his muscles while defending: "Look. He is obviously so powerful."
"
"Where are you planning to go next?" Bediwell refused to listen to Albert's excuse and asked: "Could it be that you are planning to drive an iron cavalry to the Dawn Region and continue to participate in some [Great Hunting Festival]?"
"Um...yes."
"Idiot! Do you want to die?!" Bediwell said hurriedly: "Look what you are like now? You look like this, you will fall down if the wind blows! You should find a bed and lie down immediately, and take a good rest
Get some sleep! If you are still forcing yourself, are you planning to let yourself die of overwork?!?"
The young tiger man stuck out his tongue and replied: "I won't ------"
(This guy is like a stubborn kid.)
(No, this guy is just a big kid.)
(I am in my twenties and about to retire, but my mental age is still like that of a teenager.)
(Forcing yourself like that to do things that you can’t even do.)
(In that way, you don’t know how to cherish yourself.)
Veins kept popping up from Bediwell's forehead.
"When must we rush back?" Bediwell then asked: "No matter how busy the Great Hunting Festival is, we should give you some time to rest, right?"
"No, if we calculate the distance traveled by cavalry, we have to leave now------"
"Don't listen to his nonsense. The people over there said that there will be no problem if you rush back before five o'clock in the afternoon." Mutt interrupted Albert's words like a teammate: "And use the adjusted iron cavalry to fly."
It used to be only an hour or two away."
"Hey, hey, stop talking nonsense, you guy!" Albert shouted.
"What I said are all facts." Mutt continued, regardless of the objections of the tiger man youth.
"Hmm------" The werewolf youth silently calculated in his mind. It's only half past ten in the morning, and there's still a lot of time before evening. Even if you include the time to drive the iron cavalry to the Dawn Area, it's two hours ahead of time.
The clock sets off, which means that Albert must set off at three o'clock in the afternoon. From ten thirty to three o'clock in the afternoon, the tiger can rest for three to four hours. If the medical cabin is used to speed up recovery, three hours is generally
It can cure most mild to moderate injuries - if muscle fatigue is considered an injury, no matter how serious it is, it cannot be considered a serious injury.
"Stay, stupid tiger." Bedivere then said: "Don't worry about the big hunting festival for now, just lie down in the medical cabin and rest for three hours. We can talk about other things after that."
"Tsk, why do I have to listen to you?"
"You kid, want to hold up the whole world by yourself?" The werewolf young man looked at Albert coldly: "The weight of the world is much heavier than you think. You want to hold up the whole world by yourself?"
, you will collapse early, idiot."
"Tsk------" Albert turned around and wanted to leave, not wanting to continue arguing with Bedivere.
The werewolf youth stopped the tiger man and said, "If you insist on leaving, you must defeat me first."
"ha??"
"It's impossible for me to watch you die and not stop you. But you are indeed a guy who doesn't listen to others' advice. I also know that it is impossible to stop you like this. So I will try my best to stop you, even if
Even if I knock you out, I still have to keep you. The worst outcome is just to stuff you into the medical cabin after you fainted. And don't worry, if things develop like that, I won't be a good person enough to change the wake-up time of the medical cabin.
Set it to this afternoon. I will ask Eve to set the time directly to a week later. When you wake up, you will have missed the Great Hunting Festival perfectly!"
Albert smacked his lips: "What a joke!"
"Whether I am joking or not, you will understand soon." Bediwell said with a serious face: "Come on, try your best to fight me. But I can assert that if you fight me in your current tired state, you will not be able to fight me."
You will 100% lose to me. Beating you is as easy as beating a child!"
There were almost as many blue veins popping out from Albert's forehead as there were from Bedivere's forehead.
"It seems that I have been completely underestimated------" he whispered, slowly turning around to face the werewolf youth.
The air was instantly filled with the smell of *.
"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just convinced that you are very weak now." Bedivere also stared at Albert and said: "Or, you are looking down on me, thinking that you who are so weak still have a chance to win.
I?!"
Mutt watched the fight between the tiger man and werewolf youth, but remained silent.
"Always, always, always like this. You always think you understand me very well." Albert said quietly.
"I'm particularly worried because I don't understand you." Bedivere said, "I always feel that you don't even understand yourself."
"So, so what?"
"So, there must be someone watching you and stopping you before you do something stupid and before you embark on the road of self-destruction."
"There should be a limit to arrogance, Bediwell."
"I return this sentence to you intact, Albert."
The two were at loggerheads. On the surface they were bickering, but in fact they clenched their fists and were ready to take action at any time.
"Stop it." Mutt stopped the two of them in time at this time: "We are fighting here. What if we get injured? If we get injured, we really can't rush back to participate in the big hunting festival. You have more important things.
You have to do it, don’t you? Then don’t lose your temper in a place like this."
"Tsk." Albert let go of his fist and finally compromised: "I'm not in the mood to fight today, so good luck to you."
"You are talking like that again." Bedivere also suppressed his anger and hummed: "Anyway, you should go take a shower first, you stink like you crawled out of the sewer."
"How can you boast like this?" Albert even deliberately sniffed his shoulder, but he immediately stopped talking.
How should I put it? Because dozens and hundreds of avatars are used to play the game, the amount of exercise at that moment is dozens and hundreds of times that of normal people, and the sweating is also dozens and hundreds of times that of normal people. And then in Egypt?
In such a hot weather, the sweat on the body only needs about half an hour of fermentation by bacteria, and it immediately becomes very unpleasant. The smell is not as exaggerated as the smell of sewers, but for Bediwell and Albert
For orcs like them with sensitive noses, this is indeed a stink that can make people dizzy.
What would happen if you didn't even take a shower and then flew back to Lviv with your iron cavalry to participate in the intercepted [Great Hunting Festival]? Finding a place to take a shower in Lviv is not an easy task, and of course the result would be like this
He had to endure the smell of sweat all night, and he wouldn't have a chance to take a shower until he returned to Egypt early tomorrow morning. It was really scary to think about it.
"I can't deny this." Albert then said and hurried to the cabin.
"Excuse me." Mutt saluted Bedivere and hurriedly followed.
Bedivere was silent for a second, looking at the backs of the tiger man youth and the cat man youth, "Eve, show them the way to enter the bathhouse."
"Yes, Captain." A light belt composed of holographic images appeared in front of Albert and Mutt, leading them all the way into the cabin.
"It seems like something exciting happened just now, meow?" Seglade here was also sitting on the small transport boat of Great Britain, and arrived on the deck of the Dawn with the atomic furnace.
"That idiot Albert is trying to be brave, so we just had a quarrel with him." Bedivere replied casually: "It's okay, it's over."
"Then hurry up and install the atomic furnace into the ship." Seglade said carelessly: "This thing consumes a lot of power. I really hope the ship's power supply system can really cope with it."
."
"Anyway, let's do a trial run first. If it doesn't work, we'll find another way." Bediwell also replied.
As if they already knew what order the captain wanted to give, many moving golems came out of the cabin and planned to move the quantum furnace.
"Eve, this is precision equipment, be careful when moving it."
"Understood, Captain. Where should we move this equipment?"
"How about putting it in Safer's warehouse?" Bedivere looked at Seglade for advice.
"No, the high heat emitted by this thing will affect other precision equipment in my warehouse. If other equipment breaks, I will probably go crazy."
"Then, let's keep it far away and find another warehouse to store it." Bediwell thought: "And this thing feels like it can explode at any time. It's so dangerous. It's best to stay away from flammable and explosive things in the ship."
A little bit, farther away from the residential area, farther away from the engine. Eve will figure out the rest."
"The only one that meets the requirements is Warehouse No. 22, Captain." Eve, the artificial intelligence navigation system of Sand Ship, immediately replied, requiring almost no calculation process.
"Then send the quantum furnace to this isolated warehouse. Leave the rest to Seglade to adjust." Bediwell turned to the leopard man youth and said: "When you use the quantum furnace, you must
Be careful, don't blow a hole in my boat?"
"I...will pay attention, meow." The young leopard man couldn't help but explain with a wry smile: "Aunt Vivian's equipment is generally safe enough, and it won't explode. Meow. I'm more worried about insufficient power supply.
Question. No matter what, you need to connect wires to several core components and make precise adjustments to the current and voltage, and then conduct various stress tests. After everything is ready, you can officially turn on the power and start the trial operation. I
Think about it... we can start it as soon as this afternoon, and I will notify you then."
"Very good, then I will impose martial law on the entire ship." Bedivere replied jokingly, watching as a group of golems carefully moved the quantum furnace into the cabin.
Can this small piece of equipment, which weighs no more than three tons and looks like a square brick, really be able to forge the giant Luna steel harpoon that killed the desert whale Moby Dick? The werewolf young man couldn't help but wonder.