"What are you expecting?" Bedivere couldn't help but ask after seeing the Leopard Warrior stunned for a long time.
"It was supposed to... send out a shock wave, or an electric shock, or... something like that." The Leopard Man said in confusion.
It turns out that the answer is simpler than imagined. Palamedes is just a mediocre person.
Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief and said disapprovingly: "Idiot, have you forgotten that you are still wearing that [Demon-Sealing Bracelet]? Those abilities that require extracting photons from your body to activate are all unusable."
"Oh, yes--" Palamedes subconsciously touched the metal bracelet on his wrist.
"So, the true power of Gengunir can't be fully unleashed yet? Now it's just a sharper spear that will never wear out..." Bediwell said gloomily.
:"So, you are wasting your time---"
"Ah hahahaha, don't say that, *burp*, don't say that." Paramedes shook his head and laughed, "Give it some time to rest, it will recover."
(This has nothing to do with time, okay? As long as you wear the bracelet, you can't exert its true power!)
Bedivere sighed. The drunk Palamedes was a bit unreasonable, and it would be useless to explain to him.
"Before that---" Paramedis staggered to the front of the werewolf: "If you have anything *burp*, you can lend me a pick---"
"Take? Take what?" Bedivere looked at Palamedes with a blank expression, completely unaware of the disaster that was about to come next.
"That's it, *burp*, uh, vomit bag---!"
The big cat ripped open the werewolf's collar and vomited into it!
A stink spread in Bedivere's chest, making the werewolf almost vomit.
At the same time, Great Britain, Edinburgh, Knights of the North Base, Edinburgh Castle.
Husky and Hal took a nice bath, put on clean and neat ceremonial clothes, and came back to find King Arthur.
"Haha, Uncle Arthur, am I handsome?" Husky put his hands on his hips to show off with a bit of air, and his tail wagged faster than a windmill.
"Very handsome, huh." Arthur sneered and replied, "Just like a little gentleman. I have never seen a gentleman with his tail wagging so fast."
"Huh...that's great, we actually have clothes that fit us." Hal muttered, tugging at the corner of his clothes.
The pure white clothes seemed to be tailor-made for the two teenagers. They looked straight and neat without any wrinkles. The light blue embroidered gold stripes on them seemed to add a luxurious atmosphere to the clothes. Wearing
With such handsome clothes, the little black panther feels good about himself.
"Oh, this is actually for the servants of the Knights." Cameron revealed the truth of the matter mercilessly: "The clothes have a trace amount of creation magic runes on them. You put them on."
At the same time, it will automatically adjust the size and make it fit automatically. Unless your body shape and the clothes are too different, it will fit no matter what you wear."
"Uh...that's it, meow." The leopard boy was stunned for a second. Are they ceremonial clothes for servants?
"Of course." Huskey pretended to be very understanding and said, "My dad also wears this kind of clothes all the time. Otherwise, he would become giant when fighting, so he would wear the clothes."
Is it bursting?"
"Yes, it's meow---" Hal responded in confusion. He was ignorant and thought that orcs would generally be in ragged clothes after using madness.
He had only seen his brothers transform into giant leopards, and after they had transformed, their clothes were all torn, leaving only a pair of underpants. Now it seems that this is because the clothes made by the Turks did not include this
Just some magical magic?
King Arthur frowned slightly: "Hasky, where did your father get that kind of clothes? Ten years ago, the manufacturing process of this kind of clothes was still a patented technology in Great Britain."
(And that special material did not exist eleven years ago. It was a certain idiot half-giant knight who kept complaining that "my clothes will burst when I transform". Under this pressure, the knights finally developed it.
technology.)
(This kind of special clothing is not something that a Hungarian can own. Unless that person has been in the Knights of Great Britain.)
Arthur's doubts are getting deeper and deeper. Could it be that Husky's father is ------
"Well... what is a [patented] bark?" Husky did not answer Arthur's question. Instead, he asked stupidly: "Husky doesn't understand such a complicated matter."
King Arthur touched the dog boy's puppy head: "No, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Cameron, the Knight of the Round Table, was very concerned, his brows furrowed deeper than the canyon.
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat well."
"Okay! Husky is starving!" the dog boy said, wagging his tail.
"Before that--" Arthur took out two silver braces-like things: "I have a request: Can I wear these to eat?"
"What is this?" Hal looked at the small device curiously and blinked with his big eyes.
"This is a device for collecting taste information." Cameron on the side interjected: "Didn't you complain before that the food in the game has no taste? We are improving this aspect. Let's start with collecting information."
"Put this on one of your teeth. When you eat, it will automatically activate, collect your taste information, and then send it to the game server." Arthur opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of neat white teeth.
He also vaguely had a device like this on one of his molars: "Look, I have one too. This thing is very light and won't affect eating. It won't even feel strange when it's on the teeth."
"But...it looks very uncomfortable..." Husky felt uncomfortable looking at that thing.
"No, I really don't feel anything." The King of Knights assured: "Come and help me. I am very interested in the taste composition of the orcs. It is said that you can taste deeper flavors that humans cannot taste?
"
"Hasky doesn't understand that kind of thing either---"
"You also want this system to be completed as soon as possible, right?" Arthur persuaded with a smile: "Think about it, in the game world you have no food limit, and you don't need to spend money. You can eat unlimited barbecue.
Eat until you are tired of it, and you won’t gain weight.”
Husky's eyes suddenly flashed brightly: "Really, is it true?"
"As long as the taste system is completed, yes." Arthur smiled: "And everything you have eaten can be reproduced in the game. All kinds of candies, chocolates, cakes, needless to say; even the most advanced foie gras."
, sturgeon caviar, black truffle, all can be eaten unlimitedly in the game."
"Oh! It looks so awesome---although I don't know what those dogs are." Husky said excitedly.
"So ---" Arthur handed the two braces to the two teenagers, "Wear them. Remember to chew them carefully when eating, and taste their deliciousness carefully. I believe you can collect wonderful taste information.
."
"Hey---" The dog boy imitated the King of Knights and put the braces on his molars, hiding them deeply.
That thing is made of a kind of memory alloy. After it is put on, it will automatically change its size and become an extremely thin silver film that blends perfectly with the surface of the teeth. It can neither be felt nor cause any impact on eating.
Any inconvenience.
And it is also a tracker. If you wear this, no matter where the two teenagers are, Arthur can quickly find them based on the signal.
"Are you ready?" Arthur picked up the leopard man boy, "Let's go now. Let's go have a French meal tonight."
"Yeah!" "French dinner, meow!" The two teenagers were in high spirits.
"Well then, Your Majesty." Cameron, the Knight of the Round Table, saluted Arthur.
"Well, I'll leave the rest of the system adjustments to you." Arthur hugged the leopard boy, held the dog boy's hand, and walked outside the simulation training room.
Cameron, the Knight of the Round Table, looked at the back of the King of Knights and suddenly felt that this King Arthur was different from the cold and harsh King of Knights in the past.
As the saying goes, raising children can change a person's temperament. Maybe that's the case.
At the same time, at eight o'clock in the evening, in a camp on the East African plateau.
"They've been gone for a long time, why haven't they come back yet?" Seglade said worriedly, "Is there something wrong?"
"If you want to come back, you will come back." Albert was busy preparing incendiary arrows and said casually: "Both of them are big men, and their skills are also good, so they will not be in danger. I think
Most of them are busy looking for ore and can't get away for the time being."
"But---"
"Okay, it's useless for us to worry." Tiger waved his hand: "Should we go out to look for them too? If we act separately at night, even we will be in danger. No way."
Seglade still wanted to protest, but he knew that Albert was right, so he did not continue to argue.
They are now in a situation of severe lack of combat effectiveness. Elaine and Saifei are still unconscious, and only Albert, Seglade and Chanel are left to fight. And they have almost no weapons on hand.
The only decent weapons available are some homemade spears and bows. If a large monster attacks the camp, their situation will be decisively disadvantageous.
For safety reasons, they even used the surrounding large rocks to build a circular stone fence to surround the camp.
In this way, it can not only prevent the fire from spreading far away and prevent large creatures from discovering the camp, but also serve as a certain early warning: when a large monster steps on the fence, it will make a loud noise, alerting everyone.
Prevention.
In fact, they are too busy just to protect themselves now, so how can they have time to pay attention to their lost companions?
"Woo...Woo..." Just when the three of them were wondering, the white bear Elaine let out a low murmur from deep in her throat.