Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1471: The beginning of the curse night (29)

Chapter 1471 The origin of the curse night (twenty-nine)

"Arthur? Do you have anything to do with me?" Bedivere raised the magic bracelet and answered.

"Of course I'm looking for you." The King of Knights snorted: "Beddie, come here, I want to chat with you alone."

"How do you make it so mysterious..." The werewolf couldn't help but complain. Then he glanced at Professor Paul, and said to the professor with an embarrassed expression: "Uh, sorry, His Majesty King Arthur has something to do with me, and I may not be able to accompany you."

"Okay, don't worry." The old professor waved his hand: "I will have no problem here, I will definitely stay here peacefully and wait for Mr. Palamidis to come back."

"Okay...Zefeier and Seglade are in the next room. If you have anything, you can ask them for help." Bedivere raised his eyebrows. He had planned to stay here to accompany Professor Paul, so as not to have another incident. But well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with leaving Professor Paul here alone. Anyway, there is nothing of special value left in Palamides and Albert's room: Eternal Neel has been summoned by Palamides, and the Luna steel weapons have also been taken by Cyglade. Take it to strengthen. There was not much cash in the room. Most of the money was tied to the bank accounts of Palamidis and Bedivere. The bank accounts were still corresponding to their key cards. Basically, There is no risk of theft.

"Then... I'm leaving, see you later." After making sure everything was safe, the werewolf said goodbye a little embarrassedly, and pressed the teleport button on the Demon Sealing Bracelet. A portal opened in front of him, leading directly to the portal room of the battleship Palamedis.

"Okay, see you later." Professor Paul also smiled slightly embarrassedly, watching Bedivere jump into the portal.

Just a few minutes after Bedivere left, Professor Paul's face suddenly darkened and his body seemed a little unwell. He first half knelt on the ground, then suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a snap.

A viper slowly crawled out from the depths of Professor Paul's suit and quickly formed a circle on the wooden floor of the room. Within the circle, a portal also opened, and a person climbed out of the portal. The man's slightly thin, sinister face appeared in the dim light of the room.

This man is Poisoner Bethel.

"I managed to sneak in, but I didn't gain anything." Bette looked around the room and was a little disappointed.

"Never mind." Bette glanced at the unconscious Professor Paul, and sneered: "This man can still be used. Let's observe it for a while."

The snake on the ground coiled into a circle again, creating a portal. Bet moved some dirty hands and feet in the tea cup in the room, then jumped into the portal and disappeared. The viper stalked quickly and hid in a dark corner of the room, waiting for its master's next move.

Meanwhile, inside the battleship of Great Britain, the Palamides.

Bediver stepped out of the battleship's teleportation room when he saw King Arthur waiting at the door.

"Arthur." The werewolf saw that there was no one around, and said directly to the king of knights: "What's going on, why is it so mysterious?"

"Beddie." The king of knights looked at the werewolf youth with a serious face: "If I tell you, I want you to accompany me to a very dangerous place, I don't know how long this journey will take. Come back, and we have no guarantee of coming back alive—I say so, will you still come with me?"

"...What the **** are you talking about, Arthur?" The werewolf frowned.

The King of Knights also frowned: "Do you want to know more?"

"No." Bedivere hurriedly said, "I mean—[what the **** are you talking about]? It's not the first time you've come to me for this kind of thing, which time has it been? You asked me for help, didn't you want me to go to a dangerous place with you, and there is no guarantee that you will come back alive?

And my answer has always been [OK, let's go].

Same question, this time I will give you the same answer. --------- So why are you wasting your time asking again, Arthur? "

King Arthur's brows, which had been slightly furrowed, suddenly loosened. He looked at the werewolf youth with relief: "Bedivere, you are my best friend. Since that's the case, I won't test you again. When you're ready, go to Palamidis. Come to the operations room of the USS. We will discuss the details of the operation at that time."

"Okay." The werewolf asked incidentally: "The purpose of this operation is to wake up Queen Greenville, right?"

"Exactly." The King of Knights laughed: "We must go to the world two hundred years later to find Greenville. Merlin is already preparing, and it is estimated that we will be able to leave in a few hours."

"Time travel?" The werewolf hummed in a low voice, "I didn't expect that Merlin could do it. If it is possible, this is indeed an unprecedented experience."

"Yes, I hope so." The King of Knights replied absently.

"Uh, not good. The only weapon in my hand is a tungsten tortoise tongue whip." Bedivere pondered again: "I don't know if it's too late to go back to Seglade and the others for weapons. "

"Trust me, Brady." The King of Knights laughed softly: "You don't need to bring anything, just bring your own soul."

"Anything... don't you need to bring it?"

"It should be said that you can't carry anything, except your soul." The King of Knights smiled bitterly: "So, don't think that you can easily complete this mission with a good set of equipment."

"Okay..." Bedivere shrugged. He has absolutely no concept of time travel, but he estimates that they need to travel through time completely naked this time. There is no equipment to rely on, only their own technology. When it comes to archery and whip-swinging skills, the werewolf still has a little bit of self-confidence. But when it comes to the ability to fight with his fists in close quarters, he considers himself to be very ordinary. And what the world will look like in two hundred years is still unknown. Whips are hard to find. Bows and arrows are primitive and backward weapons after all. Perhaps World Six will be eliminated two hundred years later. ?

"Well, during this period of time I can at least make up for my swordsmanship." The werewolf youth said, "I haven't used swords much recently, so I'm afraid that even the most basic survival skills are unfamiliar."

So it's more reliable to be proficient in the use of conventional weapons.

"Go ahead, go to the arsenal and pick up a random sword to practice, and say it's licensed by me." The King of Knights couldn't help laughing. Although he didn't think this kind of cramming would help the mission in any way, he didn't have the heart to attack Bedivere: "I'll let you know when the mission is about to start."

Bediver nodded and left.

Because it was just for practicing swordsmanship, Bedivere didn't choose a powerful lightsaber, and enchanting was not necessary. He just scoured an ordinary iron sword in his arsenal.

Of course, during this time, the battleship will not open any practice rooms for candidates to test their swords. The werewolf youth wanted to complain to the staff, but what he got was a perfunctory sentence: "Find a place where no one else can practice."

Anyway, this is an iron sword with little lethality, and it doesn't even have a frontal edge. Even if it is swung everywhere, you don't have to worry about slashing passersby. The werewolf thought a little puzzled, and walked on to the deck of the Palamidis.

It's about seven o'clock in the evening, and the deck of the battleship is particularly eerily quiet. No transports took off and landed, and few knights patrolled the vicinity. I guess most of the people ran off to dinner. This desolate deck was lit by the lights on the ground, and it was a good place to practice swordsmanship.

Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the center of the ship's deck, ready to start practicing. However, at this moment, he found that there was a figure shaking in the distance of the deck. With the help of the dim light of the indicator lights on the deck, the werewolf could vaguely see that the figure was holding something similar to a club or a long sword and waving it in the east and west.

That's right, besides Bedivere, there are other idiots who run to such a desolate and uninhabited place to practice swordsmanship at such a time. Is it hard work or stupidity? Bedivere scratched his head, wondering. At this time, the person across the deck seemed to have noticed Bedivere, especially the iron sword for practice in Bedivere's hand. The man walked towards the werewolf.

"Hey~IndoMTL.com~Look who we are here------" The man started grinning before he got close, with a very strong Roman accent: "Yo, this is not The little furball from before?"

"Small, little hairball?" Bedivere was very upset when he heard it: "Who is the little hairball!"

And as the man got closer, Bedivere also recognized that there was a burly man in front of him. This person also wears a demon sealing bracelet on his arm, and he should be the examinee of the round table trial. Looking at this burly man and contacting this man's strong Roman accent, Bedivere suddenly remembered something.

"You're... Gladiator Berelder?" the werewolf sighed in a low voice. In fact, the image of Berelder, the werewolf, was only glimpsed among the candidates at the beginning of the round table trial, with the reminders of Syfer and Seglade. At that time, the gladiator Berelder also wore a strange helmet. Now the helmet is estimated to have been "confiscated" by the organizer of the round table trial, and it has not been unlocked from the locker, so the burly man is now Not wearing a helmet.

This is what this guy looks like when he's not wearing his helmet. Bedivere smirked.

"Bald." The werewolf refrained from laughing back.