Light Spirit Epic Chapter 733: Wandering for the first time
Chapter 733 Wandering in the Trial
At the same time, Tristan, the murloc prince, was soaking in the private bath of a presidential suite in a five-star luxury hotel in Edinburgh.
There are countless rose petals floating on the bath, surrounded by intoxicating aroma, dozens of stunning beauties wearing bikini swimsuits, serving the distinguished prince by the side.
Even with this celestial enjoyment, Tristan, the murloc prince, is still scowling and sulking.
Evan, who was also taking a bath, saw through Tristan's thoughts and couldn't help asking: "Are you still worried about the wolf today? It's over, it's over, you lost the bet, you should follow We agreed not to harass that wolf again. Let this matter be left alone, and have a good rest for the past two days before the round table trial starts."
"That's what I said." The murloc prince opened his mouth and swallowed a grape - a peeled, crystal clear grape fed to him by the beautiful woman beside him.
" But, "he chewed two bites of such delicate food," in the real exam, we will meet him again. That guy knows a lot about us, it's too tricky. He will definitely be our gateway One of the biggest obstacles in the way of the Knights of the Round Table."
"Indeed." Evan rejected the service of the beautiful woman beside him, and took a glass of apple juice and drank it. "The most interesting thing is that he even knows about Xianwei. The white frost dragon Xianwei is dead. After so many years, the evil star gave you Xianvia's soul crystal---this matter, only the original members of our [Holy King Knights] know. Even if outsiders investigate, they should not Just find out."
"That's why it's tricky." Tristan was puzzled by this, and he was very concerned.
He wasn't really upset about losing a bet with a werewolf, he was just full of doubts that he couldn't figure out anyway.
---With his ingenuity, there is something he can't figure out? This is the real shame!
"No!" The murloc prince stood up.
"Hey, pay attention---!" Evan turned his face away in embarrassment, but the beauties around him exclaimed excitedly.
"I must find out about this matter. No matter how much manpower, material resources, time and money I spend, I must expose the whole family of the silver wolf!"
"You promised not to harass him..."
"I don't need to harass him! I'm just investigating his background!" said the murloc prince stubbornly.
(This is the harassment of being naked. Naked.)
"Oh, I really can't help you." The half-long youth also stood up, stretched out his hand and pushed the frame of his glasses, "There's no need to send so many messy spies to fight the grass and frighten the wolf. I'll do it myself. Well."
"Oh?" Tristan looked at Evan and sneered: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
In the darkness of Edinburgh City, a certain force is about to move.
After taking Albert's potion bath, bandaging the tiger's body, and throwing it on the bed, the werewolf could finally relax and lay on the other bed to catch his breath.
There are still two days before the round table trial officially begins.
Although Bedivere was told before disembarking that "the trial will be held in Edinburgh two days later", the werewolf has no idea at what time and in which venue the trial will be held two days later.
Perhaps, before the actual exam, someone will specially inform them?
Or maybe candidates have to rely on their ability to collect newspapers to find the exam room on their own?
Is it better to lie in bed and do nothing and get a good night's rest, or go out and collect newspapers now?
The more I think about it, the more wrong it gets. He thinks he still has a lot of energy left, so why don't he be lazy and go out for a walk?
After confirming this, the werewolf took out two hydra daggers from his storage ring and hid them in the shaker for emergencies, then took off his tattered civilian clothes and put on a tight fit Nightwear.
The black nylon fabric reveals the Werewolf's perfect physique. This attire was made by Bedivere's wife, Renine, for her husband, and the entire garment was delicately enchanted, giving it an amazing defense. While not as tough as real armor, it deflects most attacks with ease, deflecting the impact and reducing damage.
There is still a faint smell of lotus on this dress.
"Lian Yin... Husky..." When the werewolf picked up this night suit, he couldn't help but think of things and people, and sadness came from it.
He muttered the names of his [dead] wife and children, then sighed and pushed the door open.
The landlord is waiting in the hallway. Obviously, the landlord's living room is next to Bedivere's guest room, and the landlord can hear any movement clearly.
"Want to go out? On a night like this?" the landlord asked warily. He seemed to suspect that the werewolf was a gentleman on the beam.
In order to dispel the doubts of the host of Senezel, the werewolf pretended to nod his head and explained: "Yes. I want to collect more reports on [Round Table Trial] while I still have time and energy. There are too few, and it is not even clear where the examination room is."
Dong nodded lightly, as if thoughtfully: "Boy, how much money do you have with you?"
"How much?" The werewolf was confused by the other's question.
"How much do you have in all your belongings?" the landlord asked unceremoniously.
"Uh," Bedivere was a little overwhelmed by the question. He's not a very shrewd person, but he can't tell a stranger who has only known each other for less than three hours how much money he has in his hand, right?
"Well, five hundred gold coins." The werewolf understated his fortune in half. He didn't pretend to be poor on purpose, but letting the other party know that he was not rich could save a lot of trouble.
"Well, it's about a thousand, right." The landlord shrewdly exposed Bedivere's lie: "Only one thousand gold coins on him is far from enough."
The werewolf was both embarrassed by the lie and disturbed by the landlord's answer: "No, not enough? What do you mean?"
"If you want to find the venue for this year's round table trial, this amount of money is far from enough." The landlord replied directly: "Perhaps you already understand? --- The trial has been over from this moment. It has begun. Finding the venue is also part of the trial.
And the original venue of the [Round Table Trial] was very closely hidden every year, and it was impossible for candidates to find it without a strong ability to collect reports. At this time, it is necessary to buy newspapers from various newspaper dealers.
The problem is, you're orcs -- the newspaper dealers will try to make things difficult for you, and even if they do, it's going to be a lot more expensive. "
"Oh, damn---" Bedivere suddenly felt the urge to curse.
Senezer Sr. must have received as many candidates each year as his captain brother - his words are to be believed. If he hadn't listened to Captain Senezel's words and came to the captain's brother, Bedivere would have missed even this most important and most important report.
And what about participating in trials and about becoming King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. If you don't even find the original exam venue and lose your qualifications for the exam, you will be embarrassed to death.
What should I do? How much is enough? I'm going to get the money right away---" The next thing the werewolf thought about was the 700,000 deposit he had in the Banque de France.
"Don't worry about it. You will find that you can't withdraw the money from the bank anyway. The money is either frozen by the bank for various reasons, or it tells you, [The banking system is wrong, and you need to wait a few more times to withdraw the money. days]."
Oh, of course. King Arthur's Trials of the Round Table are well thought out. It would be unfair if rich people could buy the newspaper where the test site is located for a random amount of one hundred and several hundred thousand dollars.
And the candidates who came to the exam by boat all the way, unless they are fools, will carry huge sums of money with them.
In other words, everyone can't fight for their money, and can only do something with the little money they carry.
The werewolf only carried 1,300 gold coins (in fact, it was already a huge sum of money for traveling). If you pry open Tiger's purse again, you can still get about 300 gold coins (the 300 yuan was borrowed by Al from Bedi before going out).
A rough calculation, a total of 1,600 gold. Werewolves, who are familiar with the cunning and greedy nature of human beings, know that it is very stressful to buy a better newspaper for this thousand and six hundred gold.
And it's not a solution for him to search everywhere by himself. Although the city of Edinburgh is small, it is also very large. There are too many messy corners to search for one by one, and it is definitely not something that can be done in two days.
Thinking of this, Bedivere was immediately worried.
Looking at the sad look on the werewolf's face, the landlord Senezel kept sneering like a play: "There is no way, it depends on whether you are willing to take risks."
"Yes, is there a way?" The werewolf seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked: "Don't be rude, come and listen?"
"Hehe---" The landlord squeezed out a mysterious and malicious smile: "I have a way to help you make a lot of money in a short period of time, and also allow you to quickly collect a lot of newspapers. But ---This method is very dangerous~IndoMTL.com~ You will lose your life at any time. Whether you want to do it or not is up to you."
Seeing the hostile sneer, the werewolf was still hesitating. But when he heard the landlord talk about the danger of this matter, the werewolf was relieved.
If it's just [dangerous], that's no big deal. If he was afraid of death, Bedivere would not leave the snowfields of Western Siberia and come to a place of right and wrong like Great Britain.
"As long as I don't break the law, as long as I don't violate the conscience of heaven and earth, I will do it no matter how dangerous it is." The werewolf said.
"Okay. Good boy." The landlord nodded lightly, his chapped lips upturned, his smile full of irony and disdain: "Then, come with me."
He turns to get his candlestick. Accompanied by the creaking and creaking of the old wooden floor of the house, the old man slowly paced downstairs.
It is nine o'clock in the evening. In this dark and windy night, where is the landlord of Senezer going, and what ulterior motive is he taking the werewolf to do? () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!