Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1829: The Sun Wheel (35)

Chapter 1829 Shining in the Sun Wheel Thirty-Five

Meanwhile, in front of an abandoned church on the outskirts of Cairo's black market.

Ah, you're finally here, boss. Seeing Bedivere coming from a distance, Lawrence seemed a little happy to greet him.

Are you waiting for me? Bedivere was a little stunned, why didn't he go in and join the Brotherhood?

At first, the werewolf youth thought that this guy Lawrence would wait for him so considerately, in order to introduce Bedivere, who did not belong to the Melson Brotherhood, to the Brotherhood. But Bedivere thought about it and thought it was unlikely. Lawrence must have other plans.

Ahahahaha... let's go in. Lawrence's embarrassed look made Bedivere more sure of his thoughts.

From the outside of the abandoned church, the mystery of this abandoned church cannot be seen at all. But when the two walked into the atrium of the church, surrounded by a piece of stone bricks and garden vegetation, Bediveville finally saw the people of the Melson Brotherhood gathered quietly there. It is in line with the Myerson Brotherhood, a special organization that originated from archaeologists. Most of the people present seemed to be scholars, with only a few combatants who were similar to bodyguards occasionally mixed in.

And Bedivere also saw that a person sitting quietly in some kind of floating wheelchair in a corner of the courtyard was one of the candidates for the round table trial of Counselor Lawrence Jr., and also the same person beside Bedivere The younger brother of the bounty hunter, Lawrence the Great.

Bedivere remembered that Lawrence the Great had mentioned before that the relationship between him and his brother was not good, so the werewolf youth immediately understood the reason why Lawrence was waiting for him at the entrance of the abandoned church. It turned out that Lawrence didn't want to be alone. Do you want to meet your younger brother so as not to be embarrassed?

You are finally here! Seeing the appearance of Bedivere and Big Lawrence, Academician Zuster walked over to greet them. Due to some special changes, the progress of the excavation work was advanced, and I am worried that you will not be able to catch up.

I received no such notification at all. Bedivere then rolled his eyes at Big Lawrence, with reproach in his eyes: it seems that some guy in charge of delivering the message has neglected his duty.

Ahahahaha... Anyway, we got there just in time, wouldn't it be good? Big Lawrence scratched his head and smiled with an irresponsible face.

Still the same. It seems that the existence of Bedivere and Big Lawrence has also appeared, and the counselor, Lawrence Jr., who is sitting in a floating wheelchair, said at the same time as he came over.

Uh, hi, buddy. Big Lawrence greeted his younger brother with an embarrassed look on his face.

Hi. Sure enough, little Lawrence's response was very indifferent, looking like he was ignoring his brother. His eyes fell on Bedivere, and it seemed that Lawrence, the counselor, was more interested in Bedivere than his brother.

Can I take a step to speak? Lawrence Jr., the strategist, spoke to Bedivere in a straightforward manner.

Uh, sure. Academician Zuster, when did you come out? Bedivere tried to confirm it first.

Ten minutes later. Zuster pointed to the group of scholars in the distance who were busy packing things up: After the Brotherhood has packed up all kinds of analytical instruments, we can go out.

Good. So Bedivere followed Lawrence, Jr., the counselor, to another corner of the courtyard.

First, before little Lawrence could speak, Bedivere, who had suppressed his curiosity since just now, hurriedly asked: Little Lawrence... right? I took a look at your game against Elaine yesterday, shouldn't you be able to walk normally...?

But what the **** is this floating wheelchair now? Bedivere's subtext was not asked.

Is this? Little Lawrence moved his hand and patted the armrest of the wheelchair: Then I believe you have done your homework and know what kind of person I am. I've been paralyzed since birth and couldn't even move my fingers. It's... some kind of power... that allows me to move my body by willpower, simulating the movements of a normal person.

Little Lawrence glanced into the distance, where his elder brother Big Lawrence was looking at this side with great concern, but the moment his eyes met with counselor Little Lawrence, he turned his head in a panic, pretending to be Act like you don't care at all.

But using that power to move my body is, at best, manipulating my immobile body like a marionette. It takes too much mind and concentration to do that. Today's task seems very important, can't be missed? So I would rather use this wheelchair for walking, so that I can focus more on controlling other equipment and better protect the excavation team.

Heh...Bediver looked up and down the floating wheelchair, which was just big enough for Lawrence to sit alone. The wheelchair itself may be equipped with a photon engine or an electromagnetic engine, which can float from the ground. And it seems that this wheelchair is controlled by brain waves. As long as little Lawrence has this thought in his heart, it can fly and float freely. If little Lawrence does not need to use his mind to control his two legs to simulate walking, then indeed, he can save a lot of energy, and he will feel much more relaxed in the work of supporting the excavation team in the future.

Did you know? If you used this wheelchair for yesterday's game, Elaine has no chance of winning. Bedivere couldn't help but snorted.

That's impossible, Mr. Bedivere. However, little Lawrence smiled indifferently: This wheelchair was specially ordered from Great Britain before, but its production process was too complicated, and it still failed to catch up with yesterday's competition. Last night, it was because I agreed to help the Melson Brotherhood, and the Brotherhood's talents came to help and drove this telekinetic wheelchair out of work.

Well...that would be a shame, Mr. Lawrence Jr. Bedivere replied awkwardly. It seems that Elaine could win yesterday, in addition to his own ability, he also had a little luck because of the white bear.

However, luck is actually a kind of ability.

One more thing, please don't call me little Lawrence. Sounds weird. Counselor Lawrence Jr. said: Just call me Eric.

Okay, Eric. Only then did Bedivere change his tune: Didn't you just say you had something to talk to me about? What's the matter?

You know what, Mr. Bedivere. I had no intention of participating in this so-called excavation at first. I have no interest in the treasures of the first pharaoh Menes.

Oh, so you came back for this excavation entirely to protect your brother? Bedivere then jokingly analyzed.

No. Eric immediately denied it: it had nothing to do with him. I just heard about the Yingqi Orb from the Melson Brotherhood.

So you're also thinking of the Yingqi Orb. Bedivere suddenly elongated his face. Of course, the reason why the werewolf youth Bedivere came to participate in this excavation was also largely for this Yingqi Orb. The treasure is said to be in Menes' tomb, and the special power contained in this treasure may help Bedivere find his long-lost son.

Of course, everything is ambiguous and there are too many undetermined factors. Bedivere actually didn't hold out much hope, he just joined the excavation with the mentality of giving it a try.

I heard someone from the Brotherhood say that the special treasure found in the middle of the excavation belongs to whoever finds it. I've also heard that Mr. Bedivere, you may be here for the Yingqi Orb, so I'll discuss it with you first. If you do find this treasure, I do not ask you to give it to me. But can you lend me the Yingqi Orb? Even if it's only for a minute, I just use it to investigate something.

Why are you telling me this? It's as if I'm the only one who can reveal the rare gem, and you mustn't be able to reveal this treasure. Bedivere couldn't help complaining.

Because I'm African and Mr. Bedivere you're European. Unexpectedly, Eric suddenly said such a sentence.

Uh...what? The werewolf youth couldn't keep up with the opponent's logic for a while, so he couldn't help but tilt his head.

A relatively superstitious saying that has been handed down from a long time ago, that the Pharaoh Menes layered a curse on his people, so that his people in Africa could never find the treasures in his tomb. Counselor Eric further explained: I am not a superstitious man, Mr. Bedivere. I also don't believe in that messy curse. ...but I believe in the existence of magic in the world. My brother is also a spell user, you know.

Uh...Bedivere snorted, he just talked to the big Lawrence about the spell not long ago, the werewolf youth is still hesitating whether to accept the big Lawrence's spell given to him What about the fragments of the fire of magic?

I won't mention superstition. But scientifically speaking, Menes used to be a very powerful spellcaster, and he might really have a way to cast spells on people all over Africa, so that his people in Egypt would never be able to find his treasure. And this kind of spell can be passed down from generation to generation, and it has been passed down for thousands of years. In theory, this is not completely impossible.

Ha, Bedivere couldn't believe it, and felt that Eric's description was too cryptic: Can conjuration really be that powerful~IndoMTL.com~ can also affect people's luck? Shouldn't incantation be just stronger hypnotism? It doesn't even affect what people can and can't do, right? Can't be passed down from generation to generation in African blood like genetic genes, affecting their luck from generation to generation, right?

Why not? Eric replied with a serious face: Conjuration is far more profound than you think, Mr. Bedivere.

I just talked to your brother before. He clearly said that there is no such powerful spell that can influence other people's thoughts...

Then Bedivere's words seemed to touch the inverse scale of counselor Eric. He suddenly became gloomy and said faintly: He knows a ghost. He didn't even know what he was doing.

Don't say that about your brother. The werewolf youth couldn't help but get a little angry, and just planned to teach the counselor Eric a lesson.

Are you all done talking? However, Academician Zuster came over and interrupted the conversation between the two: Everyone in the technical department is ready, and we can go out.

Good. Eric left Bedivere behind and walked away with Academician Zuster.