Chapter 1064: Exploring the Dark Night (17)

9 p.m. in front of the Cairo Grand Hotel, underground parking lot.

"Goodnight, then, my friend. Soral got out of the car in front of the parking lot and prepared to go back to his hotel room.

"Hmm. Bedivel said a little cold farewell to the magic swordsman Solal and drove into the underground parking lot. He was worried about something, a little unsettled.

Five minutes later, sure enough, Werewolf Bediwell's fears became a reality. A hulking hotel attendant stood in front of Bediwell's van to prevent the werewolves from entering the underground parking lot.

The waiter walked to the window and quickly glanced up and down at Bediwell: "Sir, your car can't go in." The werewolf frowned, "Why?" "Because your car is so shabby." As Bediwell expected, the waiter replied: "The parking lot is full of luxury RVs worth hundreds of millions of dollars, if your car is bruised and scratches those luxury cars, I'm afraid you can't afford to pay for it." In fact, Bediville was covered in blood and dirty like a beggar, and the rented truck was worn and rusted, and it was only natural that he should be looked down upon.

Although Bediwell also understood the truth that people rely on clothing, and had long been mentally prepared to be turned away, the harsh words said by the parking lot guard still made the werewolf very unhappy: "Then what do you say I should do? The hotel waiter was not interested in the werewolf's complaint at all, and just wanted to quickly send Bediwell away: "Anyway, it's this kind of classic car, and no one wants to send it, so you can park in the wild." "Listen. The werewolf glared at the guard, "There are a total of twenty barrels of golden worm pulp behind this truck, as well as my newly purchased iron horse. These things are worth 200 million in total. Are you kidding me to leave all this cargo in the field and let it be stolen all night?!" "That's not my problem. The parking lot guard remained indifferent to Bediwell's complaints: "What's more, golden worm pulp? He looked at the barrels in the trunk in the trunk, and at the old iron riders, and let out a silent sneer.

Bediwell felt an inexplicable pain, he was completely looked down upon this time. But this is also a fact, compared with the dignitaries and nobles who usually haunt this kind of five-star luxury hotel, werewolves are indeed poor and worthless, and it is common to be looked down upon.

The young werewolf almost wanted to get angry and scold, but after thinking about it, even if he got angry and scolded, it wouldn't solve the problem, it would only make things bigger, and he was not a hero with the average knowledge of this kind of ordinary person, so forget it.

But what to do next? Trucks can't get into the parking lot, and there's no safe place to park vehicles (and cargo) around. Is it really necessary to park it in the countryside? Couldn't Bediville go back to the hotel and stay in the car all night to guard the cargo? Even if he could keep the goods all night tonight, what about tomorrow?

It's a big problem. If I had known that this would happen, it would have been better to leave all the twenty buckets of worm slurry with Daddy Odin in the first place, and maybe Daddy's house might have been able to find a place to store the goods.

Just as Bediwell hesitated, someone drove past the exit of the parking lot and saw Bediwell, who was blocking the entrance of the parking lot and arguing with the guards.

"What's going on?" the masked man in a black robe jumped off his dragoon and walked over to the guard. The moment he saw Bediwell, he recognized the filthy werewolf.

Similarly, despite the mask, Bediwell instantly recognized each other. The moment he recognized the other party, he couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Yas-" Bediwell originally wanted to call out "Arthur". But he was clever enough to understand the other party's intention in wearing a mask, and changed the words he blurted out: "Aslan?" "Aslan?" The Knight King was annoyed and amused by the name of Bedeville. But he didn't bother with the werewolf for now, and said to the guards in the parking lot, "What's going on here, why don't you let this gentleman into the parking lot......?" The hotel waiter glanced at Bediwell's van again.

"That's strange," King Arthur under the mask showed a sly smile: "This gentleman should be a guest of your hotel, right? Could it be that the famous Cairo Hotel doesn't know how to treat guests equally, and only knows how to receive hundreds of millions of high-rollers, and looks down on normal guests......? The guard's attitude apparently retreated a lot, and he began to speak hesitantly: "But... It's still a very dilapidated car...... Let this kind of car enter the parking lot and park it with other guests' luxury motorhomes, and the guests will have an opinion...... "Is this your own discretion, or is it a decision on the part of the hotel?" asked King Arthur with a bruised expression.

"It's... This is...... "Do you want to report this to your superiors and see what the hotel manager has to say?" Arthur asked, "Let the hotel manager know about this and see if you can keep your job?" "Uh-" The depot guard twitched as if he had been pricked by a sharp needle. Confrontation between waiters and guests is the worst form of behavior, especially in such a five-star hotel. Whatever the reason, this incident will leave a disgraceful page on the waiter's resume.

"That's enough, Aslan. Bediwell suddenly felt much more deflated, and hurriedly finished the game and said, "Don't be embarrassed for this waiter, he is just doing his part." If the car can't get in, forget it, I'll figure it out myself. "Oh, do you really have a way?" the Knight King glared at Bedeville again.

The werewolf was silent. The guards on the side didn't dare to make a sound. The entire space-time seemed to freeze, and the situation froze for about ten seconds.

Seeing that the situation did not improve, King Arthur sighed: "Hmph, you really can't help it." Everywhere you go, you're a worrying stupid. Drive with me. "Uh, do you have a solution?" asked Bediwell, confused.

"Just follow along. The Knight King jumped on his dragoon and said in a commanding tone. His mount rose to the ground in an instant, about two feet above the ground, "Don't worry, I'll slow down and accommodate your speed." And so King Arthur's dragoon walked in front, and Bediwell followed in his wagon, leaving the Grand Hotel and heading out into the wilderness of Cairo.

Arthur's dragoon barely makes a sound when it travels slowly. Most of the noise along the way came from the vans in Bediville. But the noise wasn't too bad, enough for the two of them to talk at a normal volume across two vehicles.

"What an unexpected goodbye," Arthur said as he drove the dragoon, "I thought you weren't at the hotel, and I was going to end the private visit and go back first." I didn't expect to meet you in the parking lot. "Ahaha...... We are really fated (Kama). Bediwell smiled wryly.

"And what the hell was that?Aslan?" the Knight King grumbled, "You have terrible taste in naming names!" Bediwell continued to smile wryly: "If you call Arthur, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble." "Hmph. I haven't seen you for a few years, but you're quite clever, Beddivi. King Arthur sneered through his mask: "It seems that in the past seven years, you have not only improved your combat skills, but also your brain has become a little smarter." "Hey-hee-" the werewolf grinned, sticking out his tongue.

"Then you should know what I came to you candidates for the Round Table Trial, right?" the Knight King asked again.

"You just said [private visit]. Could it be that you're here to ask us questions?—— [Why do you want to be a Knight of the Round Table] or something?" The Knight King nodded, although he was driving in front of him, and this action could not be seen by the other party: "You should have heard of the [Knights of the Round Table Mutual Aid Program], right?" Bedeville replied in a low-key manner, "Is that the ?—— as long as I can become a Knight of the Round Table, I can make a wish to the Knights of the Round Table, and let the Knight of the Round Table fulfill one of my wishes?" King Arthur replied lightly: "I won't beat around the bush: what is your wish, Bedeville?" "Do you need to ask more about this?" The werewolf grabbed the steering wheel and squeezed it hard: "My wish is to become a knight of the round table, to be Arthur's help." "Uh-huh. The Knight King snorted, "Very loyal." But not enough. "Uh, what's not enough?" heard Arthur's cold response, and the werewolf was stunned.

"The motivation is not enough. Arthur sneered: "If you want to serve me, join the Knights of Great Britain and become a British Knight." At the end of the day, you don't need to participate in this Roundtable Trial. This wish you are talking about now is not a wish at all. And without the right motives, with your current determination, I am afraid that you will not pass the next trial. "Yes, is that so?" "I advise you not to underestimate the Round Table Trial." This trial is not something that can be solved by fighting alone. In one of the exams after that, it will even test your will. ...... Well, let's not talk about it. If I continue to talk about it, I'm afraid it will become revealing the test questions to you. Arthur ...... "Think about it, Bediwell. King Arthur said in a deep voice, "Think about what you really want in this world." Think about your desires. All right. We're here. Arthur slowed down and soon came to a halt in a wilderness near the sea.