Chapter 1471: Beginning in the Night of the Curse (29)

"Arthur, are you looking for me?" replied, holding up the Demon Sealing Bracelet.

"Of course I'm looking for you. The Knight King snorted, "Bedi, come here, I want to talk to you alone." ＂

"How did you make it mysterious," the werewolf couldn't help but complain. Then he glanced at Professor Paul and said to the professor with an embarrassed expression, "Well, I'm sorry, His Majesty King Arthur has something to do with me, and I may not be able to accompany you." ＂

"Okay, you can go without worry. The old professor waved his hand: "There will be no problem here, I will definitely stay here in peace, and wait for Mr. Paramides to return." ＂

"Well, Zhalfir and Segrade are in the next room, so you can ask them for help if you have something. Bedivel raised an eyebrow. He had planned to stay here with Professor Paul so that he wouldn't have another incident. Well, well, it doesn't seem wrong to leave Professor Paul here alone. Anyway, there was nothing particularly valuable left in Palamides and Albert's room: Eternal Gunir had been summoned by Palamides, and the Luna Steel weapons had been strengthened by Segrade. There wasn't much cash in the room, most of it was tied to the bank accounts of Palamides and Bediwell, and the bank accounts still corresponded to their key cards, so it was basically impossible to risk theft.

"Then I'll go, I'll see you later. After making sure that nothing was wrong, the werewolf said goodbye with a little embarrassment and pressed the teleport button on the demon sealing bracelet. A portal opened in front of him, leading to the conveyor chamber of the British battleship Palamides.

"Okay, I'll see you later. Professor Paul also smiled slightly awkwardly, watching as Bediwell jumped into the portal.

Within minutes of Bediwell's departure, Professor Paul's face suddenly darkened, and he seemed to be a little unwell. He fell to his knees at first, then suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thud.

A venomous snake slowly crawled out of the depths of Professor Paul's suit and quickly formed a circle on the wooden floor of the room. Within the circle, a portal opened, and a person crawled out of it. The man's slightly thin, sinister face was revealed in the dim light of the room.

This man is none other than the poison master Beite.

"I finally sneaked in, but I didn't get anything. Beite looked around the room, slightly disappointed.

"That's fine. Bei Te glanced at Professor Paul, who fell to the ground unconscious, and sneered: "This man can continue to be used." Let's watch for a while. ＂

The snake on the ground coiled into a circle again, conjuring a portal. Beite made a few dirty moves in the room's teacup, then jumped into the portal and vanished. The viper quickly swooped down and hid in a dark corner of the room, waiting for its owner's next instructions.

At the same time, inside the battleship of Great Britain - the Palamides.

As soon as Bediwell stepped out of the ship's teleportation room, he immediately saw King Arthur waiting at the door.

"Arthur. Seeing that there was no one around, the werewolf said directly to the Knight King: "What's the matter, why are you so mysterious?"

"Bedi. The Knight King looked at the werewolf youth with a serious face: "If I tell you that I want you to accompany me to a very dangerous place, I don't know how long it will take to come back, and we have no guarantee that we will come back alive - if I say so, will you still go with me?"

"Arthur, what the hell are you talking about?" the werewolf frowned.

The Knight King also frowned: "You want to know more?"

"Nope. Bediwell hurriedly said, "I mean-[what the hell are you talking about]? It's not the first time you've come to me for this kind of thing, and when have you asked me for help instead of asking me to go with you to a dangerous place, and there's no guarantee that you'll come back alive?"

And my answer has always been [okay, let's go].

I'll give you the same answer this time—so why waste your time asking again, Arthur?"

King Arthur's brow, which had been slightly furrowed, suddenly relaxed. He looked at the werewolf youth with a relieved expression: "Bediwell, you are indeed my best friend. In that case, I will not test you again. When you're ready, head to the Paramidis' battle room. We will return to the details of this operation at that time. ＂

"Okay. The werewolf asked in passing, "The purpose of this operation is to wake up Queen Greenway, right?"

"Quite right. The Knight King laughed, "We must reach the world two hundred years from now to find Greenway." Merlin is already making preparations, and we expect to be on our way in a few hours. ＂

"Time travel. The werewolf snorted in a low voice, "I didn't expect Merlin to be able to do this." If it does, it's an experience like never before. ＂

"Yes, I hope so. The Knight King replied absentmindedly.

"Uh, not good. All I have left is a tungsten tongue whip. Bedivel pondered again: "I don't know if I will have time to go back to Segrade and ask them for weapons." ＂

"Trust me, Bedi. The Knight King chuckled softly, "You don't have to bring anything, just bring your own soul." ＂

"Don't you have to bring anything?"

"I should say that you can't take anything with you but your soul. The Knight King smiled bitterly: "So, don't think that if you get a good set of equipment, you can easily complete this mission." ＂

"Okay," Bediville shrugged. He doesn't have the slightest idea of time travel yet, but he reckons they'll need to travel through time completely naked this time. There is no equipment to rely on, only their own technology. In terms of archery and whip throwing skills, werewolves still have a little bit of confidence. But when it comes to the ability to fight with fists in close quarters, he thinks he's very good. And it is unknown what the world will become in two hundred years, the whip is not easy to find, the bow and arrow, after all, it is a primitive and backward weapon, maybe the world six in two hundred years has been eliminated?

"Well, during this time, I can at least make up for my swordsmanship. The werewolf youth said: "I haven't used a sword much recently, and I'm afraid that even the most basic survival ability is unfamiliar." ＂

Therefore, it is more reliable to be proficient in the use of conventional weapons.

"Go ahead, go to the arsenal and get a random sword to practice, just say I gave it your license. The Knight King couldn't help laughing. Although he didn't think that this kind of cramming would help the mission in any way, he couldn't bear to hit Bedeville: "I'll let you know when the mission is about to start." ＂

Bediwell nodded and left.

Since it was only for the purpose of practicing swordsmanship, Bediwell did not choose a powerful lightsaber, and enchantment was not necessary, he only scavenged a mediocre iron sword in his arsenal.

Of course, during this time, the battleship will not open any practice rooms for candidates to test their swords. The werewolf youth wanted to complain to the staff, but what he got was a perfunctory sentence: "Find a place where no one is there to practice." ＂

Anyway, it's just an iron sword that doesn't have much lethality and doesn't even have a strike, so you don't have to worry about slashing passers-by even if you swing it around. The werewolf thought to himself a little as he walked to the deck of the Palamides.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening, and the deck of the battleship was particularly silent. There were no transport ships taking off and landing, and there were almost no knights patrolling the vicinity. I guess most of the people have gone to dinner. This desolate deck, lit by a series of lights on the ground, is a great place to practice swordsmanship.

Bedwell breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the center of the ship's deck, just as he was about to start practicing. However, at this moment, he noticed that there was a figure shaking in the distance on the deck. With the faint glow of the lights on the deck, the werewolf could faintly see the figure waving around with something like a club or sword.

That's right, besides Bediwell, there are other fools who have gone to such a desolate and uninhabited place to practice swordsmanship at such a time. Is this diligence or stupidity? Bediwell scratched his head, wondering. And by this time, the man on the other side of the deck also seemed to have noticed Bediwell, especially the practice iron sword in Bediwell's hand. The man walked towards the werewolf.

"Hey, look who we're here—" The man grinned big before he even got closer, with a very thick Roman accent, "Yo, isn't that the little furball from before?"

"Little, little furball?" Bediwell was immediately extremely upset when he heard this: "Who's the little furball!"

As the man approached, Bediwell recognized that it was a big man in front of him. This person also wears a demon-sealing bracelet on his arm, which should be the candidate of the round table trial. And looking at this big man, and then contacting this person's thick Romance accent, Bediwell suddenly remembered something.

"Are you the gladiator Bereld?" the werewolf sighed under his breath. In fact, the image of Bereld was only glimpsed among the candidates at the beginning of the round table trial, under the reminder of Zhalfir and Segrade. At that time, the gladiator Bereld was still wearing a strange helmet, and now the helmet is estimated to have been "confiscated" by the organizers of the Trial of the Round Table and has not been unlocked from the locker, so the big man is now not wearing a helmet.

This guy used to look like this when he wasn't wearing a helmet. Bediwell couldn't help but chuckle.

"Bald. The werewolf couldn't help but laugh back.