Chapter 1386: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (2)

The eyes of the dragon knight Doha, with a murderous glare looming in the darkness, paced towards the door step by step with a sword made of stainless steel, and was about to push the door out to hunt down Chanel and Albert.

The Dark Elf Maiden's hearing is very acute, so she can hear every steady and slow step of Doha, and she can clearly know how far away Doha is from them. When she pulled Albert open the door to the storage room, Doha was about a yard away from the door of the VIP room, and was about to push the door open.

Running from here to the end of the corridor, there is absolutely no escape in time! Even if they run to the death, they will definitely be seen in Doha, Albert and Chanel will inevitably fight with the dragon knight Doha here, then their previous disguises will be all exposed, and everything will be wasted!

If you don't run away, you can't do it, their existence has already been detected by the other party, and Doha is coming to them with weapons! Standing still here, you can't say anything, and there is no point in hiding in the storage room again, in short, you can only wait for death to hide or hide!

The only way, only - Chanel's mind spun around, pulled Albert, and rushed into the nearest room!

That's right, it's this VIP room next to Doha, another room. Of course, it was not used at this time, and the whole room was pitch black. But this is exactly what the Dark Elf Maiden wants, and as soon as she rushes in, she closes the door, pushes the tiger down on the couch in the room, and begins to rip off Albert's shirt!

"What do you want to do?!" Albert shouted in fright.

"Shhh

"Meow!" the tiger was stimulated and let out a strange howl.

"Oh-" Chanel gasped as well, reaching out and rubbing it on Albert.

"Huh?" At this time, the dragon knight Doha happened to follow the sound and groped up, pushed open the door of the unused dark VIP room, and saw two shadows lingering on the sofa. In order to deceive Doha, Chanel even used more realistic acting skills to collide with the tiger's body with her lower body. When the dragon knight raised his sword and looked at it through the faint light emitted by the blade, the dark elf girl also happened to stop and turned her head to look at Doha with an innocent expression.

"Oh-" Doha immediately realized what the two people in the dark room were doing, and immediately stepped back: "Sorry to interrupt me." "Because this is a tavern of this nature. Even if it's just noon, it's probably common for a lonely guest and a waitress to find a place to vent. Swayed by this preconceived opinion, the dragon knight Doha did not delve into the details, but retreated with an embarrassed face and closed the door.

Da, da. The footsteps of Doha went farther and farther, and then the doors opened, and the doors closed, and he seemed to go back to their VIP room, and continued to drink with Shiloma and the others.

"Whew. Chanel sighed, finally fooling us again: "I just hope he didn't see our faces." "You take advantage of me every time," Albert muttered in a low voice, "What are you waiting for?" Chanel gave the tiger a blank look, "Okay." Next, let's go to the anesthetic factory at the address mentioned in Doha. She crawled up in the dark, but her hand inadvertently touched something wet and hard, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "What the hell?!" "Uh, there's a little problem" Albert stumbled, "I might need to change a pair of pants" "Oh! Unbelievable! What kind of animals are you men!" "Hey, you just pressed on me, and you were touching all over me!" Albert protested in a low voice, "It's a normal man's reaction, do you blame me?" "Forget it, stupid to death." Chanel stayed away from Albert as if hiding from dirt: "I'll go first." You can take care of your [physiological] problems and then come and join me. I don't know exactly where that narcotics factory is hidden, but I'll try to find it and leave you signposts along the way. "yes, be careful, don't die. Albert clutched his crotch and got up and walked in the direction of the bathroom in the room.

Chanel shook her head and pushed the door open, leaving Albert alone in the dark room.

At the same time, in the Pillar Forest of the Red Sea in East Africa, in a small operational chamber of the [Attack on the Paramidis].

"Okay, okay, that's it" Bediwell painstakingly typed out the report of more than 10,000 words, printed it out and delivered it to Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table: "This, this time it should be the final version, please don't change it again, I'm tired" "Hehe." Duke Gwen smiled indifferently, picked up a red pen and started to circle the manuscript wrong. At first glance, he circled more than a dozen grammatical errors and typos: "I have to say that your language organization skills are at the level of a schoolboy, Mr. Beddywell." "I've never been taught to read and write, I'm really sorry. The werewolf youth laughed at himself with a slight exaggeration.

"And the grammar is so strange, why do you always have the grammar of French?" "Because I grew up in the French countryside when I was young. Bediwell replied in a low voice. He suddenly remembered his childhood days, and thought that his village had been wiped out by the Fierce Fangs, and he fled to a small village on the French border, where he was adopted by his grandparents. A few years later, the village was also attacked and destroyed by the raiders of the Vicious Fangs, leaving only Bedwell alone, who was rescued by Arthur, who was just starting out that year.

"Mr. Beddyville?" said Duke Gwen, pulling the pensive Bedeville back to reality, "Are you listening again? I mean, the sentence is wrongly structured. It should not be [Gwen Green's reckless actions that betrayed the team], but [Gwen Green's reckless actions that put the team in danger]. This is the most basic grammar, how can you even get this wrong?, are you serious about writing a report?" "Ahh Can't you just let me go and let someone else write this report, Lord Gwen?" "So you really don't want to be a Knight of the Round Table, Mr. Beddyville?" A sneer appeared on the face of the middle-aged Knight of the Round Table, "Even if every Knight of the Round Table approves of you, if I don't nod my head and agree, you will still lose your qualification to become a Knight of the Round Table." Is that okay?" "Listen, Lord Gwen. Bediwell glared at Duke Gwen and said, "I don't know what you think. But I'm definitely not going to try to please you because I want to be a knight of the Round Table. Even if you use this argument to force me to do what you want me to do, I won't listen to you anymore. Duke Gwen smiled knowingly, "That's what you said." Really don't regret it?" Bediwell said with a serious face.

Then the Knight of the Round Table accepted the report: "Okay, it's enough to write the report like this, you can go." "Uh-hu-what?" "Huhuhu, I'm just playing with you, Mr. Beddywell. The bearded Knight of the Round Table reached out and smoothed his jaw, "There are more knights in the British Knights who can't write reports, and some of them are illiterate who haven't even read a book. It's not uncommon for high-ranking knights to write reports and ask lieutenants to write them on their behalf, so you don't need to worry too much about such trivial things. "You're the one who bothered me," Bediwell looked at Duke Gwen depressedly.

Duke Gwen smiled mysteriously and said nothing more. At the same time, a figure rushed in from outside the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted at Bediwell, "Elaine, go and save Elaine immediately, Mr. Bediwell!" "Solar?" the werewolf recognized the other man's voice and turned his head to look. I saw the magic swordsman Solal with a bandage on his head, panting and rushing in with a face full of embarrassment. As soon as Soral saw the other person in the room, Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, he immediately put away his embarrassment and uttered a wonderful syllable: "F-" "Look," Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, interrupted the Demon Swordsman sarcastically: "It is rare that the famous Swordsman Sorrel would have such an embarrassing moment. "Ahem" The Demon Swordsman cleared his throat and pretended to be calm and glanced at Bedeville and Duke Gwen, "What are you doing here?" And it was forced. Bediwell spat out the bitter water from his stomach with a disgruntled face, and squinted at Duke Gwen.

"I know he loves it the most. Solal replied casually. Then he thought about it, and became anxious again: "No! not the time to say this! Mr. Bediwell, Elaine has been captured by the traffickers! The werewolf didn't look particularly surprised, "When the medical staff brought you back from the outside unconscious, I knew that Elaine must have had an accident. "It's all my fault!" Solal couldn't help but look embarrassed, "You told me to take care of Elaine, but I still lost the child!" "No, you can't be blamed for this. Bediwell said: "Elaine is an adult anyway, and he is responsible for his own actions." You can't watch over him 24 hours a day. If he can't even take care of himself, what will he do in the future?" Bediwell turned to Duke Gwen and said, "Lord Gwen, Solar and I still have friends who need to be rescued, so I'm missing first." "Nope. The Knight of the Round Table scratched his beard with interest: "The rescue seems to be interesting." I'll go with you. ＂