Chapter 1341: Trapped in the Trick (13)

Hearing King Arthur's words, the werewolf youth's brows couldn't help but furrow deeply.

It is only natural that King Arthur would be in such a hurry. After all, [Ship of the Desert] may have hidden a way to revive Queen Greenville from her endless slumber.

The goal of the King of Great Britain's trip is not simply to uncover the secrets hidden in an ancient ship. Everything the king did was actually to save the woman he loved.

"Hey. Bediville let out a long sigh and compromised, "Okay. I'll just help. "He really hated Gwengreen, that self-proclaimed dead imp. But he couldn't help but look forward to it, hoping that Gwen Green would really be able to crack the Golden Ship's database. Although that guy is an obnoxious conceited genius, the fact that he can have such a high level of trust from the King of Great Britain means that he must have a real talent equal to his sky-high conceit, right?

"Good, I'm glad we finally came to an agreement. The Knight King smiled, a smile with the majesty of a king: "Go and get ready." The next operation will begin in half an hour. "Yes, Your Majesty!" shouted all the people present.

With half an hour to prepare, Bediwell planned to go to the infirmary first to treat the wounds on his body. He actually looked pretty miserable now, not only with the old wounds and blood stains from the previous fall in the desert, but also the hair on his body was scorched one after another--he got it when he passed through the electric wall of the flywheel array. In addition, when he escaped just now, his ass was hit by his own iron horse, and the bruises on it were enough to make the werewolf youth restless.

He stepped into the infirmary, and was about to seek some emergency treatment, when he unexpectedly saw Knight Constantine in the hall of the infirmary hurrying to treat the head wound of the magic swordsman Solal.

"Solar?!" the werewolf cried out in surprise when he saw the magic swordsman.

"Shhhhhh

"I'm sorry. The werewolf youth lowered his voice and apologized, while his gaze fell on the unconscious demon swordsman: "Oh my God, how could Solal be in such a place? Constantine looked a little indifferent: "Solal pressed the emergency button on the Demon Sealing Bracelet before he fell unconscious, so that our rescuers could send him back in time." He wasn't badly injured, but his opponent was definitely a great character, and he was extremely clever. The most fragile skull junction in the back of his head was struck, and it gave him a very strong concussion - the kind that would have left the average person unconscious for days. He's probably going to be a few hours away. "Oh, damn it—" Bediwell smacked his lips, remembering that Elaine the White Bear had said he was going to work on the construction site with Solal. Since Solal was unconscious after the attack, and Elaine did not return, it means that the White Bears have encountered some danger - presumably they have been captured.

However, Solal, who was the only one who knew the truth of the matter, was in a coma. There's no way to even ask Elaine's whereabouts.

"There were no other injuries on his body, presumably he was knocked to the ground by a blow during the fight. Konstantin examined Solal's body and continued: "He doesn't look like someone who misses so easily. I guess it was attacked in a very urgent situation. Beads of sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead. "Very urgent" must refer to Elaine's abduction. At that time, Solal must have been in a hurry, trying his best to chase back the White Bear, but he was attacked from behind.

"By the way," the werewolf asked instead, "since the bracelet's signal can be tracked, is there a way for you to track down the location of a particular bracelet?" Elaine should have been out with Solal today, and since Solal was attacked, Elaine probably had an accident as well. Hearing that it was Elaine who had an accident, Constantine's face couldn't help but sink.

But he still shrugged his shoulders calmly, took off the surgical rubber gloves stained with a small amount of blood, and threw them into the wastepaper basket: "Don't expect too much. The tracking signal from the bracelet is not a panacea, and if it is blocked by an enchantment or a thick wall, we will not be able to track it. The bracelet holder can indeed use the emergency button to send a stronger signal, but it is very short-lived, and the bracelet holder needs to be awake and able to move before this emergency distress signal can be used. Bediwell's heart sank again. If Elaine had been captured, he would have either been stunned by the anesthetic or had already been tied up, and it would be impossible for him to have his hands free to send a distress signal. Moreover, the most important point is that the little confused probably didn't know that the Demon Sealing Bracelet could send a distress signal at all.

I just hope Elaine can hold on until Soral wakes up from his coma and asks Bedeville to ask where the White Bear is.

"Did you come to the infirmary to see a friend, or was there something else?" Constantine looked at the werewolf from head to toe again, "You look so bad. Do you want to heal?" "Uh, yes. Please help me bandage it, I'll have to fight in half an hour. Bediwell said helplessly. There's no point in worrying about Elaine now, he can't do anything at the moment anyway. When the battle to infiltrate the Desert Ship is over, let's find a way to save the White Bear Man imp.

"Then follow me. Constantine walked to a cubicle in a medical room and beckoned to a nurse to take the unconscious Solal to another cubicle.

Bediwell followed Constantine into the compartment of the infirmary, and as soon as he opened the door, Constantine said, "Take off your pants and lie down on the hospital bed." "As soon as you come up, you want me to take off my pants?!" "Look at your awkward walking posture, you must have broken your buttocks, right? Don't underestimate this injury, if you leave a posteriority, it will be enough for you to suffer for a lifetime. "Okay, okay. Bediwell wondered, but after all, the other party was a doctor, and the doctor's professional analysis was always right. He took off his pants, leaving only one pair of pants.

"Actually, you'd better get naked and lie flat and let me do a full body check-up for you. Constantine said without emotion.

The werewolf took off his shirt again and lay on the bed with his back to the sky.

"Hmph" The doctor's hand landed on the swollen and sore part of Bediwell's buttocks. The werewolf let out a low moan.

"It looks like it's just bruising. But it's a little strange that you have a little bit of edema in your body? Could it be that you have been overworking lately and not eating well, which has led to such severe malnutrition?" No. Bediwell remembered Logan's story: "Magic." "Is it edema. In order to use time magic, werewolves inject pure water into their bodies again and again, and it is strange that their bodies remain unchanged.

"I don't know what you've been through, but this edema problem needs to be dealt with. Constantine opened the door to the cubicle and called out to the nurses outside: "500cc of saline, mixed with junmonson's drops, right away." "What? do you want a drip?" Bediwell was a little upset. He came here to treat the wounds on his body, not to be drugged.

"It's just a small amount of drips, and it can be done in less than 10 minutes. Constantine turned to applying disinfectant to Bediwell's injured calf, which was a preparation for bandaging: "By the way, why don't you get some sleep? Well, there is a slight bone crack in this calf, which needs to be dealt with as well. "Sleep again?" said Beddyville, turning over as Constantine instructed, "but I've slept enough to-day—" This. The young Knight of the Round Table pulled out a metal headband from his bosom, "You must have seen this before, right? This is something that was sent from the Knights of the West Heavens yesterday." The werewolf looked at the metal headband. Of course he knew that. Last night, the werewolf was forcibly taken to the infirmary of the Western Knights for a medical examination - one of the conditions for the merfolk to lend the treasure [metal detector] - and the doctor at the time lent it to Bedeville to pass the time.

"Isn't this headband just a tool used to remotely control the Holy Spirit and conduct remote reconnaissance?" asked the werewolf suspiciously, "And the spirit it released yesterday has been hacked to death by that Evil Star guy with a sword." Isn't this headband broken?" "Perhaps. Constantine shrugged his shoulders and said irresponsibly, "But the guys from the Western Knights said that the headband has collected useful experimental data from you, and they want more." You just wear this thing as a pastime. Although it can no longer release spirits, it still has a way to put you into a state of false dormancy, which is very helpful for recovering from fatigue. Bediwell pursed his lips in disbelief. This is clearly just a rhetoric made up by Constantine in order to lure Bedeville into a trick. No one knows whether wearing such a half-broken headband will have an effect on the human body. God knows if it will break Bediwell's head?

Seeing that the werewolf's reaction was wrong, Constantine changed to a strong tone and said, "Listen, I'll have to stitch your wound next." Do you want to get stitches without anesthesia and have pain for half an hour, or do you want to sleep soundly with this headband and wait for the time to pass? "So you don't even want to save on anesthetics. Very good. Bediwell gave Constantine a hard look and put on his headband.

Constantine's words were right. Although the spirit bound to the headband has been "destroyed" by the evil star, the headband itself is still functioning as it does to force people into hibernation. Within seconds of the werewolf putting on the headband, a strong feeling of fatigue set in, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep.