Chapter 760: Preparing for Battle in the Shadow (2)
Chapter 760: Preparing for war against the shadow (2)
As soon as the werewolf reached the stairs, he saw Landlord Senezel waiting, with a sinister smile even on the old man's lips.
"Hey hey hey, my granddaughter is not so easy to get."
"Eavesdropping is a bad habit." Bedivere didn't bother to argue with this bad old man, so he just said one word.
"Then, I guess your friend doesn't need my help anymore, right?" The old man changed the topic and talked about Albert.
Indeed, the stupid tiger rejected the [seed of the sacred tree] offered by the werewolf. Although Al himself said that he did not need Bedi's help, Bediwell was still worried about the tiger man.
"You said there is another way." The werewolf asked tentatively: "Is this method still feasible now?"
"It's feasible, but it's much more dangerous." The old man sneered, "If you do it well, you can gain huge power. But if you don't do it well, you may lose your life. I wonder if your friend is willing to try it?"
"This... you can ask Albert yourself." The werewolf sighed: "Since he doesn't want me to intervene, let him decide all this by himself. Whether he dies or survives,
I have no right to ask."
The old man's eyes turned slyly.
"But," the werewolf added another warning: "You'd better not lie to him. If I find out that you lied to him and killed him---I will never let you go."
"Huh huh huh, of course." The old man Senezel gave a mysterious sneer, making it unclear what his intentions were: "Tonight, I will find a chance to talk to him."
"It's up to you. It's best to talk to him where I can't see him." The werewolf replied coldly and went downstairs.
Albert's self-esteem is too high and he will never accept the kindness of others easily. To deal with this kind of guy, it is best to let him go and let him suffer occasionally.
At the same time, in the private room of a five-star restaurant in the city of Edinburgh.
Elaine was very uncomfortable.
Although this is an independent private room without interference from the outside world, the White Bear people are still not used to dining in high-end restaurants.
The gorgeous decoration here, the gold-plated tableware, the overly exquisite food, and the well-dressed waiters all made Elaine feel uncomfortable.
The rude and clumsy White Bear people seem to be savages from a barbaric country, and are incompatible with this overly civilized society.
He carefully picked up the spoon, which was smaller than his fingernail, and gingerly put the seafood tomato soup into his mouth like Constantine did.
This is not eating at all. How long will it take to eat spoonful after spoonful like this?
Looking at the extremely depressed expression of the White Bear Man, Constantine smiled slightly maliciously: "So, where have you been all these years?"
"...I, my father and I are living in seclusion in Greenland." The white bear man carefully scooped another spoonful of soup and drank it. Due to the small amount, the fresh and thick soup had no time to spread in his throat, and it immediately became...
It became bland and tasteless.
"Greenland? It's another cold place." Constantine hummed in a low voice and took a sip of the soup. The flavor of seafood and tomatoes spread in his throat, sweet and sour, and extremely delicious.
"Well..." So, Elaine was silent again. In front of Constantine, he didn't know what to say.
The meal was still going on, but it was frighteningly dull. Constantine had already finished the soup and appetizers, and began to cut the steak with a knife.
He always cuts off a small piece of steak neatly and gracefully, then pours the sauce on it and carefully puts it into his mouth.
And the White Bear Man is still clumsily drinking his soup. For Elaine, who is clumsy and clumsy with her mouth, this thing is a hell: the more she tries to finish it quickly, the more soup flows out of the spoon, and so on.
By the time it was brought to my mouth, there was almost no soup left to drink.
"Hey," Constantine finally couldn't help it anymore. He put down his knife and fork and sneered at the white bear man: "There are only two of us in this room. You don't need to be polite. You can just pick up the bowl and drink directly."
"Can, is it possible?" The white bear man was still hesitant.
"Okay---do you still need my permission to eat?"
"That...okay." Elaine picked up the soup bowl and poured the whole soup into her mouth.
The umami flavor exploded in the white bear's mouth, and the whole bowl of soup was just enough for him to take a sip. This is soup.
"Hmm... delicious. Hehe." Ice Bear giggled.
Constantine shook his head slightly, picked up the knife and fork and continued to eat his steak.
Seeing that the other party's reaction was so cold, the White Bear man was immediately stunned.
He picked up the knife and fork with great depression, and followed Constantine's example, carefully sawing the steak. But the clumsy White Bear Man faced a second hell. The knife and fork were smaller than his fingers, and he had to use two hands.
Holding the knife and fork with only small fingers, he cuts the steak delicately. For the white bear man, this is simply an impossible task.
He could only look at the steak in a daze, his appearance was extremely funny.
Constantine slowly finished his steak with a malicious smile, and then said: "If you can't chop it up and eat it, just eat it in one piece."
"Really, can it?"
"Eat. You don't need me to remind you of such a small thing again and again, right?"
"That...okay."
The White Bear Man then did something amazing: he picked up the entire plate and poured the steak directly into his mouth.
Constantine was stunned this time.
Especially when he saw Elaine licking the sauce on the plate without wanting to finish it, the expression on the face of Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, was definitely the most standard stiff face, one that could be photographed and used as an example in a medical textbook.
kind.
"What are you doing?"
"I, I'm eating...the whole plate."
"I told you to eat it with a fork, not to pour the whole plate into your mouth!---No! Put down the broccoli on the plate!"
The white bear man was stunned and had no choice but to put down the plate. There was a circle of sauce around his mouth, which looked very funny, but Constantine did not laugh at all.
Instead, he covered his face with an expression that he couldn't bear to look at.
"Ugh..." Elaine was puzzled.
silence.
More silence condensed between the two former friends.
In the end, Elaine couldn't help it anymore: "Yes, I'm sorry, Constantine. Are you still angry with me?"
"No." The Knight of the Round Table said angrily, picking up the knife and fork and continuing to eat: "...I just understand that this kind of restaurant is not suitable for you."
"I, that's not what I'm asking." The white bear scratched his head: "What happened back then, are you still angry with me?"
Constantine looked up at the white bear man as if he had been stung: "No. Why do you ask?"
Elaine's face turned red, as if she was about to burst out the grievances she had been feeling: "But, but, you haven't spoken to me since then."
"That's because... I don't know what to say to you." Constantine whispered: "I thought I knew you very well, but I always thought you were a fool, always hiding behind me, and needing protection.
.But that is actually my wishful thinking, arrogant and arrogant."
"Kangshi---"
"This is all my fault. I shouldn't treat you as a fool." The young Knight of the Round Table rushed to apologize: "So, Elaine, don't be angry with me."
"I, I'm not angry with Constantine." The white bear man turned away: "I just don't know how to face you..."
"Me too, Elaine." The young Knight of the Round Table sighed.
silence.
More silence.
This extremely embarrassing meal made both of them feel uncomfortable, and they both regretted coming to this place and having this meal.
Then Constantine let out a long sigh.
"Why on earth do you want to take the exam, Elaine? You should know better than anyone that you are not suitable to be a Knight of the Round Table."
The white bear scratched his head again: "I, I want to meet you all again. I want to... help you."
Constantine continued to question: "There are many ways to help, do you have to become a Knight of the Round Table?"
"Because..." the white bear man still hesitated.
"because?"
"...Because you have also become a Knight of the Round Table, Constantine." The White Bear took courage and said.
(Because I want to be like you.)
(Because I also want to be respected and don’t want to be made fun of for being a fool.)
(Because, if I become like you, maybe we can be friends again.)
(Because I still want to be friends with you.)
Constantine looked at the clumsy White Bear Man. The young Knight of the Round Table seemed to be able to guess everything Elaine, the clumsiest, could not say.
Even though he is so fat and strong, the White Bear is still like a child, simple and straightforward.
This guy has never changed. He is exactly the same as the white bear boy who only knew how to huddle behind Constantine and tremble.
Looking at this simple white bear man, Constantine didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.
"Well, I wish you good luck in the exam." The young Knight of the Round Table said earnestly and sincerely: "No matter whether you succeed or not, just use everything you can, and work hard."
"Hmm...hmm!" the white bear muttered, and plucked up the courage to ask: "...So, Kang, Constantine, are we still friends...?"
"We...are not." The other party's answer made Bai Xiong's heart sink.
"Ugh..." Elaine immediately showed a very disappointed expression.
(Do you really dislike me?)
Constantine explained without emotion: "I am one of the examiners of the Round Table Trial. If you just say that we are friends, I will be very troubled."
Don’t think that just because we were friends, I would let you go. I’m very strict!”
"Constantine..."
The young knight handed over a paper napkin and said with a smile: "But after the exam is over, let's go have a meal and reminisce."
"Yeah." The white bear man understood what the other party meant, took the napkin and wiped his mouth.
A grateful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, smiling as innocently as a child: "Next time, let's go to eat barbecue. I don't want this kind of high-end restaurant. I want to be able to have a meal without worrying about the sea.
of."
"Okay. I'll treat you. I'll make sure you have a good time." Constantine also smiled heartily.