At the same time, in a five-star luxury hotel in Edinburgh, in the private bath of a presidential suite, the fish-man prince Tristan was taking a bath.
Countless rose petals were floating on the bathtub, and the surroundings were filled with intoxicating aroma. Dozens of stunning beauties were wearing bikinis and swimsuits, waiting on the noble prince.
Even with this heavenly enjoyment, the fish-man prince Tristan is still sad and unhappy.
Ivan, who was also taking a bath nearby, saw through Tristan's thoughts and couldn't help but ask: "Are you still worried about the wolf today? Let it be over. You lost the bet and you should abide by the agreement. No
Go harass that wolf again. Leave this matter alone and have fun and rest these two days before the round table trial begins."
"That's what he said." The fishman prince opened his mouth and swallowed a grape - a peeled, crystal clear grape fed to him by the beautiful woman on the side.
"But," he chewed such delicate food in two bites and swallowed it, "we will meet him again in the real exam. That guy knows a lot about us, it's too tricky. He will definitely become our gateway to the Knights of the Round Table."
One of the biggest obstacles on the road."
"Indeed." Ivan declined the service of the beautiful woman next to him and picked up a glass of apple juice to drink. "The most worrying thing is that he even knew about Xianweiya. The white frost dragon Xianweiya has been dead for so many years.
And the evil star gave you Xianvia's soul crystal------Only the original members of us [Knights of the Holy King] know about this. No matter how much outsiders investigate, they shouldn't be able to find out.
That's right."
"That's why I say it's tricky." Tristan was puzzled by this matter and was extremely worried.
In fact, he was not unhappy because he lost the bet with the werewolf, he was just full of doubts, and these doubts could not be understood no matter what.
---With his intelligence, there are things he can't figure out? This is a real shame!
"No!" The fish-man prince stood up immediately.
"Hey, pay attention---!" Ivan looked away awkwardly, but the beauties around him exclaimed excitedly.
"I must find out about this matter. No matter how much manpower, material resources, time and money I spend, I must expose all the background of that silver wolf!"
"You promise not to harass him---"
"I don't need to harass him! I'm just investigating his life experience!" the fishman prince said stubbornly.
(This is naked harassment.)
"Oh, there's really nothing I can do against you." The half-dragon young man also stood up and stretched out his hand to push up his glasses frame, "There's no need to send so many random spies to frighten the wolves. Let me do it myself."
"Oh?" Tristan looked at Ivan and sneered: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
In the night of Edinburgh City, a certain force is ready to move.
After giving Albert a potion bath, wrapping the tiger's body with bandages, and throwing it on the bed, the werewolf could finally relax and lay on the other bed to catch his breath.
There are still two days until the round table trial officially begins.
Although Bediwell was told before disembarking that "the trial will be held in Edinburg two days later," the werewolf had no clue at what moment and in which venue the trial would be held two days later.
Perhaps, someone will specially inform them before the actual exam?
Or perhaps, candidates must rely on their ability to collect information to find the examination room on their own?
Is it better to lie in bed and do nothing and have a good night's rest, or is it better to go out and collect intelligence now?
The more Bedivere thought about it, the more something was wrong. He thought he still had a lot of energy left, so why not stop being lazy and go out for a walk?
After confirming that he had done so, the werewolf took out two Hydra daggers from his storage ring and hid them in his room for emergencies. He took off his ragged casual clothes and put on a tight night suit.
The black nylon fiber cloth fully reveals the werewolf's perfect physique. This costume was made by Bedivere's wife Lianyin for her husband. The entire dress has been exquisitely enchanted and has amazing defensive power. Although there is no real
The armor is so hard, but it can easily deflect most attacks, dissipate the impact and reduce damage.
There is still a faint smell of lotus sound on this piece of clothing.
"Lianyin...Husky..." The werewolf picked up this night clothes, and he couldn't help but think about people when he saw things, and he felt sad from it.
He murmured the names of his [dead] wife and children, then sighed deeply, opened the door and walked out.
The landlord was waiting in the corridor. Apparently the landlord's living room was next to Bediwell's guest room, and he could hear every movement.
"Want to go out? At night like this?" the landlord asked warily. He seemed to suspect that the werewolf was a gentleman.
In order to dispel Senezel's landlord's doubts, the werewolf nodded pretendingly and explained: "Yes. I want to collect more information about the [Round Table Trial] while I still have time and energy. I know too little at the moment."
I don’t even know where the examination room is."
"Yeah." The landlord nodded slightly, seeming thoughtful: "Boy, how much money do you have with you?"
"How many?" The werewolf was confused by the other party's question.
"How much do you own in total?" the landlord asked bluntly.
"Uh," Bedivere was a little at a loss when asked. He was not a very well-off person, but he couldn't tell a stranger he had just met for less than three hours how much money he had.
?
"Well, five hundred gold coins." The werewolf underreported his property by half. He didn't deliberately pretend to be poor, but letting the other party know that he was not rich could save a lot of trouble.
"Well, it's about a thousand gold coins, right." The landlord shrewdly exposed Bedivere's lie: "I only have one thousand gold coins on me, which is far from enough."
The werewolf felt embarrassed for the lie and felt uneasy for the landlord's answer: "No, not enough? What do you mean?"
"If you want to find the venue for this year's Round Table Trial, this amount of money is far from enough." The landlord replied directly: "Perhaps you already understand, right?---The trial has begun from now on."
Finding the venue is also part of the trial.
The original venue of the [Round Table Trial] is well hidden every year. It is impossible for the candidates to find it without strong intelligence gathering capabilities. At this time, they need to buy information from various intelligence dealers.
The problem is, you are orcs---information dealers will try their best to make things difficult for you. Even if they are willing to sell information to you, the price will definitely be much higher."
"Oh, damn ---" Bedivere suddenly had the urge to curse.
Old Senezel must have received many candidates every year, just like his brother captain. His words are credible. If he had not listened to Captain Senezel and came to the captain's brother, Bedi
Will miss even this most important and important information.
He also talked about participating in the trial, and said he wanted to become King Arthur's Knight of the Round Table. If he couldn't even find the initial exam venue, he would lose the qualification to take the exam, which would be very embarrassing.
"Then... what should I do? How much is enough? I'll withdraw the money right away---" The next thing the werewolf thought of was the 700,000 deposit he had in the Bank of France.
"Don't bother. You will find that you can't withdraw money from the bank no matter what. The money will either be frozen by the bank for various reasons, or it will tell you, [There is an error in the bank system, you will have to wait a few more days to withdraw money]."
"
Oh, of course. King Arthur's Round Table Trial was well thought out. It would definitely be unfair if rich people could just spend a million or hundreds of thousands to buy information about the location of the trial venue.
And the candidates who come all the way by boat to take the exam, unless they are fools, will carry huge sums of money with them.
In other words, no one can fight for their family resources, so they can only do something with the little money they carry with them.
The werewolf only had 1,300 gold coins with him (which was actually a huge amount of money needed for a long trip). If he pried open the tiger's purse, he could still get about 300 gold coins (these 300 dollars were still needed for Al's trip)
Borrowed from Bedi before).
A rough calculation shows a total of 1,600 gold. Werewolves who are familiar with the cunning and greedy nature of human beings know that with this 1,600 gold, it is very stressful to buy better information.
And there was no way for him to search everywhere without a clue. Although the city of Edinburgh is small, it is also very big. There are too many messy places that need to be searched one by one, and it is definitely not possible to find them in two days.
Done things.
Thinking of this, Bediwell immediately felt worried.
Looking at the sad look on the werewolf's face, Landlord Senezel kept sneering like he was watching a show: "There is no way, it just depends on whether you are willing to take the risk."
"Yes, is there any way?" The werewolf seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and asked hurriedly: "Don't be so pretentious, come and listen to me?"
"Haha---" the landlord forced out a mysterious and malicious smile: "I have a way to help you make a lot of money in a short time, and also allow you to quickly collect a lot of information. But---
This method is very dangerous and you may lose your life at any time. It’s up to you to decide whether you want to do it or not.”
Seeing the landlord's malicious sneer, the werewolf was still hesitant. But when he heard the landlord talk about the danger of this matter, the werewolf was relieved.
If it was just [danger], then it wouldn't be a big deal. If he was afraid of death, Bediwell would not leave the snowfields of Western Siberia and come to a place of right and wrong like Great Britain.
"As long as it doesn't break the law, as long as it doesn't go against the conscience of heaven and earth, I will do it no matter how dangerous it is," said the werewolf.
"Okay. Good boy." The landlord nodded gently, his chapped lips kept curling up, and his smile was full of sarcasm and disdain: "Then, come with me."
He turned around to get his candlestick. Accompanied by the squeaking sounds of the old wooden floor of the house, the old man slowly walked downstairs.
It is now nine o'clock in the evening. On this dark and windy night, where is Landlord Senezel going, and what ulterior deeds is taking the werewolf with him?