Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1657: Interlaced in the occasion (12)
Chapter 1657 Interlaced in the occasion (twelve)
"Ugh...!" Lawrence, who was hit with the poisoned flying knife, began to foam at the mouth and his face turned black.
"Lawrence?!" Bedivere exclaimed. He pulled out his tungsten tortoise tongue whip, intending to deal with the assassin hiding in the shadow of the alley, but the shadow of the assassin had fled in an instant.
Oops. It happened so suddenly and completely beyond Bedivere's imagination. It was agreed that Lawrence joined the Melson Brotherhood, and the Mohammed Business Group would let him go? Why did he turn around and get assassinated? !
No no no, now is not the time to be concerned about that. Bedivere glanced at Lawrence again. This guy's face is black now, he can't even stand still, and he is paralyzed on the corner of the wall. It was obviously hit by the poison dagger dozens of seconds ago, and it has become like this immediately. It seems that the poison on the poison dagger is extremely poisonous!
How can I do it? ! Lawrence needs to be moved out of here for treatment and detoxification immediately, or this guy will die!
Bedevier gasps again suddenly: Wait, he's going to die? !
In this way, wouldn't it be exactly what Bedivere wanted?
Anyway, it wasn't Bedivere who started the murder. He could blame it on the Muhammad business group and wipe out all the sins. And Lawrence is dead. Solar did not participate in the game today, so he went to the grave with Lawrence forever!
But...is it really good to do this? Just throw Lawrence here and die?
Bediveville was witnessed meeting Lawrence here. After the big Lawrence died, the little Lawrence would probably still be traced to Bedivere's head, and some things would be revealed once they were traced, even if the responsibility was pushed to Going to the Mohammed business group, Bedivere can't get out of the relationship, right?
Also, this big Lawrence has had a few encounters with Bedivere (Kama) anyway, so it seems a bit too inhumane to just die like this?
Bedivere tried to carry Lawrence, but at this time he realized that Lawrence was cold and stiff, and it was not far from the death of the poison. Maybe it was God's will, or maybe Lawrence, the ignorant idiot, wasn't worth saving at all. Now even if Bedivere carries Lawrence and runs towards the outer wall of the black market, it is impossible to send this guy to his desert boat in time for detoxification treatment, right? Besides, is there any antidote, or a means of detoxification, in the infirmary of the Desert Ship?
There's no way this guy can be saved. Just when Bedivere decided that Lawrence was helpless, a figure suddenly appeared in the alley on the other side: "This way, hurry up!"
"What?" The werewolf youth was a little stunned, looking at the man who was covered in black cloth and covered his face. In a sense, the killer who just appeared out of nowhere was more suspicious than the killer lurking in the dark.
The man took out a small object from his chest when he saw Bedivere looking at him suspiciously. A pendant with an eye engraved in the center of a triangular pattern. ------[The All-Seeing Eye].
Bediver knew right away that this man was from the Myerson Brotherhood. This masked mysterious man suddenly appeared, presumably seeing that Lawrence was on the verge of death after being hit by a poison dart, and wanted to take him to detoxification treatment.
"Okay." Bedivere didn't really trust the other party. But since he couldn't think of a way to save Lawrence, it would be a broken way to follow him. What's more, Bedivere is planning to go deep into the Myerson Brotherhood and explore their secrets.
The man ran fast, and didn't stop and wait for Bedivere. Fortunately, Bedivere's body was so strong that he was still able to walk fast while carrying an adult man, chasing the guy from the Myerson Brotherhood and advancing rapidly in the dark alley. That section of the road was almost nine and eighteen turns. After turning one dark street corner after another, they finally came to a relatively empty flat ground. In the distance, there was an ancient stone building similar to an abandoned church. .
"Here we are. He's not dead yet?" The mysterious masked man glanced back at Bedivere.
Bediver also glanced at Lawrence, who was resting on his shoulder. Although the guy was dying of poison, he still survived. If he found an antidote right away, he might be able to save his life.
"Then bring him in," said the man, pushing open the broken wooden door of the old church.
Bedivere carried the half-dead Lawrence and walked in hesitantly. He has secretly raised his vigilance, holding the tungsten turtle tongue whip in his hand. He originally thought that this might be a trap, a game set up by the Mohammed Merchant Group to encircle Bedivere. But in the dilapidated church, there were no soldiers in ambush. There were only a few scholars who were sparse, holding scrolls in the corner and facing the kerosene lamp, as if they were discussing something.
"This way." Another middle-aged man dressed as a scholar came over and said to Bedivere, turning around and motioning for the werewolf youth to follow him to somewhere in the church's backyard.
Hesitantly, the sky was dark, and Bedivere couldn't see the faces of these people at all, and could only vaguely recognize that they were all human. At least this Myerson Brotherhood is all human, not some kind of group of cannibalistic monsters, right? Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief. After he followed the middle-aged man dressed as the scholar to the backyard of the church and put Lawrence on the ground, the scholar had already taken out a bottle of injection from a large medical box, and quickly stabbed Lawrence, who was dying of poisoning, with his hands and feet. One stitch.
"This is the serum. It should be enough to keep him alive," said the middle-aged scholar.
"Hey, you don't even have to ask, how do you know what poison is in him?" Bedivere couldn't help but wonder.
"Brother Lawrence said that he recently had some disputes with a certain organization in Egypt, the Mohammed Merchant Group. We know very well that the killing poisons commonly used by the Mohammed Merchant Group's assassins are nothing more than desert scorpion quenching. The refined scorpion venom, the venom refined from keel thorn grass, and the snake venom of the three-ringed rattlesnake in the Sahara Desert. Judging from his current poisoning symptoms, this should be the rattlesnake venom." The scholar analyzed without emotion. After coming down, he said plainly: "Of course, there may be two other poisons mixed in it, I don't rule out the possibility. So the mixed injection I made has already mixed these three poisonous antidote serums at the same time, which is theoretically enough to detoxify the three. Poison of any kind."
Bedivere wanted to say something, but he saw that Lawrence's tense face had eased, and it was obvious that he had survived the torment of the poison.
"It seems that the dangerous period has passed." The middle-aged scholar chuckled lightly: "Brother Lawrence's wound still needs to be treated, please hand him over to us for treatment. Captain Bedivere is no longer here. There is something to worry about, please retire first."
"Captain?" Bedivere couldn't help feeling a little tight. Even if his name is known by the other party, how could even the little-known identity of "Captain" be exposed?
... Sure enough, that guy Lawrence is a big mouth. When he joined the fraternity, he told this group of people what he saw and heard? !
Bediver was a little angry at the thought, but the other party seemed to have known the thoughts of the werewolf youth, and suddenly said: "This matter has nothing to do with the Lawrence brothers. There are also members of the Brotherhood within the Knights of Great Britain, and our intelligence network knows it. There's more to it than you think. Can you forgive me when I say this, Captain Bedivere?"
"Heh..." So the werewolf youth snorted: "The Brotherhood is really powerful, this..."
He took the opportunity to ask the other party's name, although he didn't think the other party would take the bait so easily.
However, the other party didn't hide his identity at all, and calmly said to the werewolf youth: "Joey Zuster. Academician of the Myerson Brotherhood. Nice to meet you, Captain Bedivere."
So the werewolf youth took another breath: Zust? !
This guy, shouldn't he be the ancestor of the vampire hunter Zuster nine hundred years later? No, no, maybe it's just the same name and coincidental membership in the Myerson Brotherhood. There are so many coincidences in the world.
Bedevier then looked at each other a little more by the dim light of the kerosene lamp in the church. The Uncle Zuster in front of Bedivere doesn't seem to be the type that is good at fighting. He looks like a weak scholar.
Indeed, it's hard to imagine that this Academician Zuster would be the ancestor of Uncle Zuster, the vampire hunter nine hundred years later. ------You must know that Zuster, the vampire hunter, is a muscular man.
No way, let's withdraw now.
Lawrence should be safe here, if these fraternity guys meant to harm Laurence, they wouldn't have saved him in the first place~IndoMTL.com~Bediveville would like to have more with this Melson fraternity Contact and inquire about the fraternity; but now is clearly not a good time, and he can see that the fraternity is wary of strangers.
It's not good to sniff the other party's secrets indiscriminately in this situation. Bedivere knows the truth that you can catch big fish with a long line.
"Good night then." So Bedivere turned around and left, leaving this place of right and wrong first.
"Wait." However, I don't know if it was because Bedivere was too lucky, or if the other party did it on purpose, Academician Zuster suddenly said: "I heard from the Lawrence brothers, Captain Bedivere, you are also a A seasoned digger?"
"No, if you mean digging ancient tombs in Egypt, I'm not at all." The werewolf youth answered truthfully. He felt that it would not be a good idea to brag at such a time. God knows the intelligence network of the other party. How powerful is it, and how clear is it about Bedivere?
"Yet you dug up the fabled illusory desert ship and took it for yourself. Was it all luck?"
Bedivere secretly gasped again. This Myerson Brotherhood knows too much.