Chapter 1065: Exploring in the Dark Night (18)

Bediwell also stopped the car and looked at the empty scene around him, but he had no particular doubts. He remembered very well that a certain battleship in Great Britain had a special optical camouflage system. Maybe the battleship is around here, with the optical camouflage lurking.

Sure enough, Arthur waved his hand in the air, as if waiting for something to pick him up.

Less than two seconds later, a bright light fell from the sky and shone on Arthur and Bediwell's vehicle. In the blink of an eye, Bediwell had been transported to the ship's warehouse with men and cars.

"Unbelievable!" Bediwell's consciousness recovered from a moment of confusion, and the first thing he heard was the complaint of the Knight of the Round Table, "Your Majesty, you have brought in another outsider!" King Arthur took off his mask and jumped off his dragoon: "Isn't Bediwell a candidate for the Round Table Trial......? The werewolf also opened the door and climbed down from the truck: "Your Majesty, do you mean ...... "There are too many vacant warehouses in the battleship," the Knight King smiled indifferently, "It's not impossible to vacate some space for you to put things." The premise is that you have the value of the goods. "And ......?" said Kador glancing at the barrels behind the Bediwell wagon. The little juice oozing from the edge of the barrel instantly understood the contents of the barrel, and he exclaimed, "Is this the slurry of the golden worm? Isn't this a rare magical beast that occurs once in a thousand years in the Sahara Desert? You kid can actually catch a golden worm, it's really lucky!" "Ahahaha...... The werewolf scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hmm...... All right. It would be a pity if such a valuable cargo was stolen if it was lost. I'll give you access to the ship's ninth warehouse. Kador tapped the electronic notepad in his hand, "But the warehouse won't lend it to you for nothing." Is it okay for us to charge a fee for renting the warehouse, 1,000 Egyptian dollars a day?" "Bediwell has at least 600,000 in savings, and there is no need to be stingy. He took out his hotel key card, deposited it in the bank, and bound it to the room card: "I don't know how long I want to stay in Cairo, so I'll rent a warehouse for five days for the time being, right?" Cador took Bediville's room card, swiped it on his electronic notepad, and seemed to have deducted the relevant fees via bank transfer. At the same time, a number of golems came from outside the warehouse, and they began to unload from the trucks in Bediwell, transporting barrels of worm slurry to the nearby warehouse.

"There's one more thing I want to ask you for, Kador. Seeing that the matter of the goods was settled, Arthur continued to ask, "Can you find a way to fix this child's iron horse?" "That old and worn-out?" The Knight of the Round Table glanced at the old iron horse on the Bediwell wagon, and suddenly snorted: "Hmm......!Isn't this iron horse the property of the Knights of Great Britain?, where did you get it?" The werewolf replied simply: "There seems to be a lot of interesting stuff circulating in the black market in Cairo. In a slightly reproachful tone, Kador said, "And you're buying stolen goods." I don't know how many years ago this iron rider was stolen by the Egyptians, but now you bought it back...... "Don't worry too much about this kind of thing, Kador. King Arthur interrupted the Knights of the Round Table again: "We are not in Great Britain now. Since we are on the territory of another country, let's turn a blind eye to this illegal act - no more nonsense, Kador, can you fix it?" By that time, the Knight of the Round Table had jumped into the trunk of the wagon, and scrutinized the old iron rider of Bedeville: "How pitiful. Not to mention the weapons were dismantled, and the engines and thrusters were replaced with something else. This kid is a different machine entirely, except that the shell looks the same as the Iron Rider. "Just repair the shell," King Arthur nodded, "just make this Iron Rider look – not so – worn-out, and that's it." Bediwell glanced at King Arthur suspiciously, not knowing what the Knight King wanted to do.

"Do you use the power of the Holy Spirit just to repair the shell of the Iron Knight...... Kador was still reluctant.

"Today is almost over, and you will not die with your Holy Spirit. King Arthur continued to urge, "Do you want to help or not? "Ugh...... Alright!" said the Knight of the Round Table, Kador, with an unhappy expression, but unable to refuse the king's request. He removed the iron rider from the wagon and put it in the open space of the warehouse: "Stay away from me, it may be dangerous." "Is there any danger?" the werewolf asked as King Arthur took a step back and asked suspiciously.

Ignoring Bediville, Kador pressed his hand on the seat of the Iron Rider.

Boom! Some kind of white light emanated from Kador's body. In an instant, the Spirit of the Knight of the Round Table appeared in Kador. It was some kind of giant gear or something, and the white gear was abstract enough as a Holy Spirit.

"Go!" called out to his Holy Spirit.

The white gear spun at high speed, crashing into the old Iron Rider of Bedeville at breakneck speed. The wolf ** feels bad, and the iron horse that he bought with a lot of money is about to be knocked away by the Holy Spirit!

A burst of white light poured out violently, blocking the eyes of everyone around them. The shock was like an explosion of considerable scale, and even the battleship warehouse with heavy armor plates was still shaken to the point of almost falling apart!

The werewolf's eyes finally adjusted to the dazzling light, and his pupils focused in a panic, anxious to see what his iron horse had been destroyed. But what appeared before Bediwell's eyes was not a fragmented iron horseman, but a silver iron horse with a shiny metallic sheen, as if it were new!

Its iron-clad and mirror-smooth shell looks like a high-end product freshly baked from a factory. The carvings on the edges of each of its armor plates have been restored to their former splendour! The entire Iron Rider has been spotlessly clean, not to mention the unsightly rust! The worn seats have been replaced with original leather seats, which still smell of chemicals from new leather.

Although it is not equipped with weapons, this silver glittering iron rider can already be said to be a high-end product!

"Wow! really, really fixed!" It's not a repair, it's a repair. The restoration of what did not originally exist in zài is also restored, and this kind of [repair] can only be explained by one logic.

"Time magic, did you really turn back the clock just now?!" the werewolf exclaimed, "The power of the Holy Spirit is really omnipotent!" Kador was silent, noncommittal to the werewolf's speculation.

His Holy Spirit, the white gear, has a special [dharma] that can distort the flow of time, restore old things to new ones, or quickly turn new ones into old ones.

The power of the Holy Spirit was originally an unspeakable secret in the Knights of the Round Table, and the Holy Spirit of the Knights of the Round Table was a top military secret—but now it was seen by Bedeville.

Of course, King Arthur did not prevent this from happening, and the werewolf was even brought by the Knight King himself. This wolf can be trusted. There must be a reason for the king to do this, and Kador doesn't intend to delve too far into it.

"What is this, time magic is not such a rare thing," King Arthur sneered, "Even without relying on the power of the Holy Spirit, there are humans who can do the same thing with their bare hands, right?" "Really?" The werewolf glanced at King Arthur again and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, are you talking about the candidate named [Logan]?" "Yes, Logan, the time magician, Logan, the time magician." The Knight King muttered, "I wish I could see the secret of his little tricks." Kador hurriedly interrupted, "Your Majesty, don't talk any more! You're giving this candidate a hint of another candidate's ability! It's not fair to other candidates!" Arthur stopped the conversation with a little displeasure, and turned to Bedeville, "Look at what is wrong with this iron knight to be repaired? You can justifiably park your iron ride in the parking lot of the Grand Hotel in Cairo. "Definitely. Bediwell scrutinized the Iron Rider.

The shell was shiny enough to make the werewolf's eyes a little uncomfortable, but upon closer inspection, the Iron Rider's engine and thrusters were still the same - and although they had been refurbished, the bargains were always bargains.

Still, it doesn't matter. The guards in the parking lot only knew how to look at the appearance, and they didn't know whether the engine of this shiny iron rider was a bargain or not.

"Here. Kador, who was also helping to check the machinery, noticed something wrong with the refurbished Iron Rider: "The electronic navigator seems to be still working. Let me see its voyage record. Bedivir didn't stop Cador, and he was interested to know the origin of the Iron Rider, which he had bought on the black market. But the truth is that it must have belonged to some hapless British knight who probably crashed or lost the Iron Knights in some great battle in the past.

The result was far beyond Bediwell's imagination.

"Oh my God!" said Kador, the Knight of the Round Table, who was supposed to be very calm and calm, and as soon as he glanced at the voyage record of the Iron Knight, he rarely exclaimed.

He hurriedly called out to his master, as if something was falling: "Your Majesty, please come and take a look! This is ——!" "What is the situation?"

He also sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly approached the Knight of the Round Table and stared at the dash cam on the Iron Rider's dashboard.

He glanced at it, and immediately frowned.