Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2588: The ultimate victory over the king’s cavalry (43)

Chapter 2588 Absolute victory over Wang Qi (forty-three)

"What the **** is this? Hahahaha!" Lawrence smiled and bent over.

Sure enough, it was teased.

Bediver rolled his eyes at the other party, and adjusted his posture when he sat down on the sofa in the lounge, for fear that the hilt of the "lightsaber" attached to his waist would wear out the surface of the sofa.

Because the [World Tree Shell] can't be put in the storage pocket, it can only be carried around on a belt like this, which does look a bit dirty. Coupled with the shape of a hollow wooden stick itself, those who do not know the true value of this treasure may think that Bedivere is a fool who ties a rotten wooden stick around his waist as a treasure.

[World Tree Shell] has no weight, and is lighter than the ordinary lightsaber hilt (there are various sophisticated electronic devices in the hilt of the lightsaber, as well as a slightly heavier high-energy graphene battery, which must be lighter than the hilt of the lightsaber). This "hollow stick" is heavy), so there is no big problem in carrying it around except for embarrassment. Theoretically, it is impossible to lose the [World Tree Shell], because the [Shell] resides in the magic fire of Bedivere, and the magic fire and Bedivere have a certain degree of telepathy. If it is lost or stolen by a thief, the werewolf youth will immediately notice the abnormality.

Not to mention that it is rare for a thief who "knows the goods" to steal a rotten stick that looks inconspicuous; even if there is such a thief, the moment the unlucky thief gets his hands on this treasure, he will be The wrath of the fire of incantation punishes it.

Besides the fact that Bedivere was uncomfortable with a dirty-looking weapon on him, there was another reason for his discomfort. Old man Logan "borrowed" about 500 liters of mithril fluid from him for research, but the mithril fluid had its own "following" capability, and even now he could vaguely feel that those fluids were trying to get out of Logan. escaped from the mage's workshop and returned to him. Bedivere felt uneasy at the thought that such a large mass of fluid could fly over him at any time at high speed—something like that might kill him. Logan's side used a strong barrier to seal the separated mithril fluid for research purposes, but God knows whether the barrier is reliable. Moreover, the Mithril fluid has been sealed in the enchantment. How did Logan do the research?

"The visitor has left." As Bedivere mused, Eve, the sandboat's artificial intelligence navigation system, suddenly reported.

"Uh, are you leaving now?" Lawrence was fiddling with something over the coffee table, and said with a little regret: "I still want to find a chance to meet [Dark Prince] Desmond."

The werewolf youth's ears moved: "You know that guy?"

"How could I not know. Mr. Desmond is not a member of the fraternity, but he is well known in the fraternity," Lawrence said.

"...What kind of name is it?"

"Sweet and suave. Handsome and handsome. The number of female members he has attracted to the fraternity over the years is probably four figures." Lawrence joked: "Of course he also has a lot of male fans- -----"

"Stop! You don't need to tell me about this." Bedivere interrupted quickly.

"Um woo woo woo..." At this time, Craig walked into the lounge with a swollen face and a blue face, then collapsed beside the sofa as if he had lost his strength, and said pitifully: "Yes, to die. now...!"

"Hey, are you alright?" A drop of sweat appeared on Bedivere's forehead: "I told you to practice shooting in the training room before, how can you become such a ghost when you practice shooting?"

"Well, because..." The leopard-man young Craig weakly wanted to explain, but at this time someone came in from the lounge.

"I found you, are you being lazy here." A "hard-and-tough" guy walked in - Musketeer Nat, of course - and the guy didn't seem to plan to use any The means to hide the scary metal skeleton on his body is completely walking around the Dawning in the form of an artificial human.

"Help, help............!" Craig dragged Bedivere's thigh for help, looking like he was being bullied badly.

"What have you done to this kid?" Bedivere looked at Nat sullenly.

"He's doing shooting training. I saw him when I passed by and practiced with him." Nat grinned, he was originally a metal skull, and his grin made his appearance even more intimidating.

"Uh...why did the shooting training make his nose swollen and his face turn blue?" Bedivere was sweating on his forehead.

"It's actual combat training using rubber bullets. Occasionally being hit by rubber bullets will still cause some minor injuries, but it will not be life-threatening." Nath said.

"Are you the devil?" More sweat appeared on Bedivere's forehead. He didn't see too many bruises on Quigg's body, and maybe Nat had thrown the rubber bullet in Quigg's face to say hello. This child is too poor.

"After all, the old man is not a devil." Nat picked up the tail of the leopard youth and dragged Craig away: "I am afraid of this level of training, do you still want to survive on the battlefield? Let me continue to practice! "

"Save------" Craig originally wanted to ask for help, but when the leopard's tail was pulled hard, he was exhausted immediately, and he didn't even have the strength to resist, so he was dragged away by Nat.

"Hahahaha..." Bedivere said with a wry smile, but did not lend a helping hand to the young Leopard Man. He thought it was for the good of Craig.

"You're all devils." Lawrence said, shaking his head, but he didn't even speak to stop Nat's atrocities—he was obviously afraid of Nat too.

Then he picked up a bottle of Photon Coke and drank it all at once, and sighed: "It's getting lively, this ship. It's like a big family."

"Hmm." Bedivere also sighed.

The Dawn was originally an ancient ship that could travel alone for thousands of years without anyone operating, and the crew was an unnecessary "accessory". However, during Bedivere's time as captain, the crew gradually increased. People from all over the world, for whatever reason, stayed on this ship and became precious crew members of the Dawn.

"Boss, it may be a bit strange to say this now, but I just want to say that I am honored to work on your ship." Lawrence said: "It used to be a legendary ship. It will also be in the future. Become a legendary ship."

"...Why are you so nauseous all of a sudden." Bedivere said embarrassedly.

"But, there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. No matter which crew member is on the ship, the days of staying on this ship are probably running out." Lawrence said.

"Why do you say that?"

"You came to Cairo to participate in the [round table trial], but the ring match of the trial will end soon, and then the boss, you and your friends, should return to Great Britain?" Lawrence reminded .

Indeed. Bedivere remembered it only then.

The final battle of the ring match, the [Battle Royal], will take place the day after tomorrow.

Whether they like it or not, the candidates of Bedivere and the others who have advanced to the final battle will decide a final winner in this big melee, so that the world will confirm the strongest among the candidates in this class. that soldier.

After the in-ring match, their trip to Africa came to an end. [Round Table Trial] There may be more below, but it will definitely not be continued in Africa. All candidates who take part in the round table trial will return to Great Britain with the ship - the "ship" here refers to the Great Britain battleship, [Attack on the Palamides].

Bedivere now has her own ship, and of course this [Dawn] will go back to Great Britain with the [Attack Palamedis]. And according to King Arthur, the [Dawn] may be registered with Great Britain. You may also have to find a port to moor the ship.

In short, it is impossible for it to remain in the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest. The friends who explained it in Africa and Egypt will probably also disperse with the departure of the Dawn.

"...Lawrence, what do you think?" Bedivere then asked: "If the [Dawn] goes back to Great Britain, will you also disembark? Or go with us and continue to be the [Dawn] number]?"

"Let's see the situation." The young magician smiled wryly: "As a teacher of magic, I don't have anything to teach you. Boss, you first let me on this ship to give me A sanctuary to keep me from being hunted by the [Mohammed Merchant Group]. But if the [Mohammed Merchant Group] seems to be behind the Academy. If you destroy the Academy—"

Then there would be no such evil organization as the Academy in this world, and the Mohammed Business Group would also have no backers behind it. They won't continue to trouble Lawrence, probably.

Then the guy's safety is guaranteed and he's free.

"However, thank you for keeping me. I will consider it carefully." Lawrence picked up another bottle of Photon Coke and continued drinking: "And after a long stay, the [Dawn] is really comfortable to live in. No need to pay Rent, free food and drinks every day, internet access and TV watching... Well, it's so comfortable, maybe it's too comfortable, maybe it will turn people into slackers------"

"Your brother is also one of the candidates for the [Round Table Trial]~IndoMTL.com~ He should also follow him back to Great Britain." Bedivere interrupted: "If you continue to stay on the Dawn, the long-term stay in Great Britain will be greatly reduced. It is also very easy to get a visa to enter the country."

"Ah, you're a devil." Lawrence looked half-jokingly and half-seriously at Bedivere: "And trying to trick me into going to Great Britain. Do you think I really care about Eric? You think I care. I have to follow him wherever he goes? A little brother."

"Pfft." Bedivere sneered. Lawrence clearly didn't care so much, but his eyes betrayed him.

"Looks like you need to be prepared. The climate in Great Britain is cold and humid, and everything is the opposite of Egypt." Lawrence asked again: "By the way, what's so fun about Great Britain?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not from Great Britain." The werewolf youth hummed, "If you ask me what's so interesting about the West Siberian snowfield, I can tell you."

"So West Siberia------"

"It's all snow and ice, it's no fun," Bedivere interrupted with a smile.