Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2107: Crimson at dawn (39)

Chapter 2107 Embers at dawn (thirty-nine)

The name that Bedivere called out in exclamation was "Lawrence".

That Lawrence, of course, doesn't mean the Great Lawrence, the magician -- that guy has been tossing all day, and he is already dead from exhaustion. It is estimated that he is sleeping in his room in the Dawn, God. Falling down will not wake up.

The Lawrence called by Bedivere is Lawrence Jr., the counselor, and the younger brother of Lawrence the Greater. Or, for the sake of distinction, Bedivere would call this little Lawrence Eric.

"Why? Why did you appear in such a place?!" The werewolf youth was confused as if he had seen a ghost when he saw Eric the counselor. This is no wonder, after all, he is now in the Turkic swamp, obviously surrounded by a group of elephant people, revolving around the affairs of the elephant people, to do what the elephant people want him to do. Who would have thought that in a territory of elephants, Bedivere would meet human beings, and they were acquaintances?

"What, I can't be in a place like this?" Eric, the counselor, asked blankly: "I came to the Turks to investigate something. But these Turkic elephants wouldn't let me go anywhere in the swamp at all. Run around, they want me to go to some of their **** bar mitzvahs before admitting I'm part of them. Okay, go for it, but they want me to take a witness on the road, and it's a guy like you. Me too Very dissatisfied."

"No...it should be said that the patriarch Tut is really generous, to let a human like you participate in their clan's coming-of-age ceremony..." Bedivere muttered, "could it be any Anyone can participate in the bar mitzvah. As long as they are strong enough, they will be recognized by the Turkic elephants?"

"I would like to ask back, what kind of tricks did you use to gain the trust of Patriarch Tut so easily, so that he gave you the freedom to move around in the Turkic Swamp just after you met?"

"Well, I have my own way." Bedivere nodded.

"I have a way? Unbelievable!" This answer made Eric quite angry. It is estimated that this guy has suffered a lot from the elephant people for a few days: "I've been following the elephant people to collect medicine these days. , scrambling in the quagmire, doing all kinds of rough work such as repairing the house, boiling those stinky and deadly medicines and almost fainting. It's just basic trust. You got the trust of the patriarch as soon as you met, and I risked my life to take you into the marsh in the middle of the night? You said you didn't use any strange spells, I wouldn't believe it!"

"Well, don't worry," Bedivere smiled hilariously, "I've basically experienced everything you've experienced. It's just a matter of chronological order.------After all, you really are [By chance] Met me here? Huh. I always feel suspicious. Could it be that I knew from the beginning that I would come to the Turkic Marsh, so I first came to the Turks to trick me?"

"Why should I trick you?" The counselor Eric asked with an unhappy face: "I came to Turkic because I heard a rumor before that someone in Great Britain was conducting a certain research in the Turkic Swamp. That research seems to be related to It's about traveling through the universe, and I think that research is what magicians do to get to [the truth beyond the strings]. That's why I'm here."

"Really? Didn't ask your brother about my plans?" Bedivere pressed.

"I haven't seen that guy in the past few days." Eric replied with a stern face: "And have you told people about your plans before? It seems that I am well-informed and calculated. I am ambushing you here in advance to gain your favor, so that I can get on your boat?"

Bediver was silent for a moment.

Seems to be right. Bedivere's plan to come to the Turkic Swamp was at most a day's ago. Before that, he hadn't mentioned it to anyone, and he just talked to Saifer last night about preparing the cavalry's engine. Even if Big Lawrence knew about it, it was only last night that he knew about it. He couldn't have informed his younger brother in such a short period of time that Eric would be waiting for Bedivere in Turkic. What's more, strategist Eric seems to have been staying in the Turkic Everglades for several days.

"Well, let's trust you first." Bedivere shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, it's rude." Eric, the counselor, still looked unhappy. He kicked a wooden barrel beside him, and there was a sound of viscous liquid flowing from the barrel. , and very heavy: "I'm going to the Everglades soon, you apply this ointment on your body. Apply it all over your body, and don't leave dead spots. The Everglades have recently been infested with mosquitoes and hydroids, and these disgusting things are contagious. A very terrifying fever that enters the Everglades without adequate protection measures, a mosquito bite, a fever infection, and you will die."

"Understood." Bedivere glanced at the wooden barrel, which contained a dark green oily liquid, very viscous and probably waterproof. Applying this on the body will probably make the werewolf youth feel uncomfortable enough. However, as people are experts in herbal medicine, although the ointment they make is not good in appearance, the effect is at least reassuring.

"I have to paint this too, it will take a while. I'll prepare it in the next room. Come and see me when you're done." Counselor Eric turned and walked out.

"Hey, wait," Bedivere called to Eric, "Does this have to be covered with no dead spots on every part of the body? What about the back, and what about the places that are out of reach? "

"Who knows! Find a way for yourself!" Eric the counselor said angrily, turning around and leaving.

Twenty minutes later.

"Um..." Bedivere hesitated to dig the last bit of the ointment from the barrel and smear it on his ass. After wiping it on, he shivered all over, and the cold and greasy feeling touched his part, which was particularly uncomfortable. Still, he put on his shorts, and let the fabric and ointment stick together a bit in a tattered way, and the almost completely green shorts stuck to his crotch... disgusting.

Twenty minutes had passed since he applied the ointment-like potion, and some of the ointment had begun to oxidize and dry out, but they didn't dry out completely, instead it made Bedivere feel sticky. The wolf hair on his body has become wet and clumps, which is extremely uncomfortable.

In order not to feel so uncomfortable, he stripped off his coat, wore only shorts, and put on his tactical belt (with his full armor in several of the upper warp storage pockets), intending to enter the swamp just like that.

"Tsk tsk tsk. It's really green all over." Little Lawrence seemed to be one step ahead of Bedivere and came to look for the werewolf youth. Seeing the honor of Bedivere, Eric let out a contemptuous smile: "What, do you think no one in the Turkic Swamp sees your ugliness, so you don't need to put on clothes?"

"But you're not much better than me." Bedivere looked at Eric's dignified face, the guy was covered in that green ointment, and his skin was like a frog's skin. Eric was not wearing a shirt, but special shorts, the legs of which only reached his knees, where the rubber band was closed. Bedivere remembers that the trousers should be in a color called harem pants or something. This design is also very common in Egypt. On the one hand, the design of the cuff on the trouser legs can prevent sand from flowing back into the crotch from under the knees, on the other hand. It will not hinder the movement of the wearer. Now that the situation is changed to the Everglades, it should be the same. The cuffs on the trouser legs can block the mud in the swamp from the outside.

But they've already been covered in this insect- and water-repellent green ointment, and the mud of the swamp won't stick to them. Wouldn't it be a bit redundant for Eric to wear these pants again? You must know that it is normal behavior for people to enter the moor with no clothes or very little clothes. Elephants usually wear very little clothes, just covering important parts. On the one hand, it is related to the hot and humid climate of the Everglades, and on the other hand, it is also related to the large size of elephants and their difficulty in making clothes.

"Never mind." Eric rolled his eyes at Bedivere, and seeing that the werewolf youth had made up his mind to run, he no longer planned to stop Bedivere: "Since you are ready, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Bedivere wrapped a prepared cloth covered with green ointment around his head. Because there is no way to apply ointment to the inside of his wolf's ears, he can only use this method to temporarily protect the ears, so as to prevent mosquitoes from flying in and sucking blood on the inside of his ears where the ointment is not applied.

"Doesn't this reduce hearing sensitivity?" Eric asked when he saw that Bedivere's ears were almost blocked by the cloth.

"Better than a fever." Bedivere didn't particularly care. Even with strips of cloth wrapped around his wolf ears, his hearing is still more sensitive than normal...somewhat. In the Everglades, a keen sense of hearing doesn't keep Bedivere from real danger. On the contrary, he was carrying a tungsten turtle tongue whip and other weapons, and it was safer to use that for self-protection. So the trivial matter of wrapping your ears to reduce hearing sensitivity doesn't matter anymore.

"My God." When the two came to the entrance of the village, the elephant man in charge of guarding the entrance of the village saw Bedivere who was green and wearing only shorts~IndoMTL.com~ could not help but snorted: "At least Put your pants on."

"You're too much of a business," Bedivere said unhappily.

"Then, good luck to you." The Elephant Man guards at the entrance of the village opened the iron gate. Beyond the iron gate, extending along the huge roots of the towering ancient trees, is a road leading to the boundless, deep darkness of the Everglades.

"Let's make it clear first," Eric, the counselor, said unceremoniously as soon as he left the village entrance: "Although I am your guide, at best you are following me as a witness to my [adult ceremony]. Exist. So my [Mitzvah] priority, I have to deal with the guy that I have to deal with first, and then accompany you to find someone in the Everglades. You have to agree to this condition before we can go."

"Yes, yes, of course, as long as you like it." The werewolf youth replied perfunctorily.

"Let's go then." Eric stepped out first.

Bediver took the first step without thinking, heading towards the turbulent Turkic swamp in the dark night.

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