Chapter 1657: The Staggered Meeting (12)

"Woo......!" Lawrence, who had been hit by the poisoned throwing knife, began to foam at the mouth, and his face turned black. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lawrence?!" Bediwell exclaimed. He drew his tungsten tongue whip and tried to deal with the assassin hiding in the shadow of the alley corner, but the shadow of the assassin had fled in an instant.

Worst. It happened so suddenly, beyond Bediwell's imagination. If Lawrence joined the Melson Brotherhood, the Muhammad Merchant Order would let him go? Why was he assassinated anyway?!

No, no, no, now is not the time to care about this. Bedwell glanced at Lawrence again. This guy's face is now dark, he can't even stand steadily, and he is limp in the corner. Obviously, he was hit by a poisonous dagger dozens of seconds ago, and it has already become like this immediately, it seems that the poison on this poisonous dagger is extremely violent!

What should I do?!We need to move Lawrence out of here immediately to treat and detoxify, or this guy will die!

Bediwell suddenly gasped again: Wait, he's going to die?!

Wouldn't that be what Bedeville wanted?

Anyway, it wasn't Bedivir who was responsible for the murder, he could blame the Muhammad Merchant Order, and wipe out all the blame. And Lawrence is dead, and the secret that Solal didn't participate in the race today will follow Lawrence to the grave forever!

But...... Is it really good to just leave Lawrence here and die or not save him?

Bediwell was witnessed and Lawrence met here, and after the big Lawrence died, the little Lawrence may still be traced to Bediwell's head, and some things will be revealed once they are investigated, even if the responsibility is shifted to the Muhammad merchant group, Bediwell can't get out of the relationship, right?

Moreover, this big Lawrence has also had a few encounters with Bedwell (Kama), so it seems that he is a little too unkind, right?

Bediwell tried to carry Lawrence, but by this time he realized that Lawrence was cold and stiff, and he was not far from being poisoned. Maybe this is providence, or maybe Lawrence, an unpersuaded fool, is not worth saving at all. Now, even if Bediwell carried Lawrence to the outer wall of the black market, it was impossible to send this guy to his Desert Ship in time for detoxification? Besides, was there any antidote or means in the Desert Ship's infirmary?

No matter how you think about it, this guy can't be saved. Just when Bediwell decided that Lawrence was hopeless, a figure suddenly appeared on the corner of the alley on the other side: "Here, hurry!"

"What?" the werewolf youth was a little stunned, looking at the man who was covered in black cloth and even covered his face. In a sense, the killer who appeared out of nowhere was even more suspicious.

Seeing that Bediwell looked at him suspiciously, the man took out a small object from his chest. A pendant with an eye carved in the center of a triangular pattern. ------ [All-Seeing Eye].

Bediwell immediately understood that this man was from the Melson Brotherhood. This masked mysterious man suddenly appeared, presumably seeing Lawrence dying from a poisonous dart, and wanted to take him to detoxify and treat.

"Okay. Bediwell didn't really trust the other side. But since he couldn't even think of a way to save Lawrence, following the other party like this was a broken and broken way. What's more, Bediwell is planning to delve into the Melson Brotherhood and find out their secrets.

The man ran as fast as he could, and he didn't stop to wait for Bedeville. Thankfully, Bediwell was physically stronger, carrying an adult man and still able to walk as fast as he chased the Melson Brotherhood through the dark alleyways. It was a long way to go through dark street corners before they finally came to a relatively empty flat land, and in the distance there was an old stone building that resembled an abandoned church.

"Here we are. He's not dead yet?" the mysterious masked man glanced back at Bediwell.

Bediwell also glanced at Lawrence, who was on his shoulder. Although that guy was poisoned and dying, he was still alive, and if he found the antidote immediately, he might be able to save him.

"Then bring him in. The man said, pushing open the broken wooden door of the old church.

Bedwell, carrying the half-dead Lawrence, walked in hesitantly. He had secretly raised his vigilance, pinching the tungsten tortoise tongue whip in his hand. He had thought that this might be a trap, a trap set up by the Muhammad Merchant Order to encircle Bediwell. But there were no ambushes in the dilapidated church, and there were only a few scholar-like figures scattered in the corner, holding scrolls to kerosene lamps in the corners, as if discussing something.

"This way. Another middle-aged man dressed as a scholar walked over to Bediwell, turning around and motioning for the werewolf youth to follow him somewhere in the church's backyard.

It was dark after hesitation, and Bediwell couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, and could only vaguely recognize their human appearances. At least the Melson Brotherhood is full of people, not some group of man-eating monsters, right?, Bediwell, breathed a sigh of relief. He followed the middle-aged man dressed as a scholar to the backyard of the church and put Lawrence on the ground, who had already taken out a vial of injection from a large medical kit and pricked Lawrence, who was poisoned and dying.

"It's serum. It should be enough for him to survive. The middle-aged scholar said.

"Hey, you don't even have to ask, how do you know what kind of poison he has?" Bediwell couldn't help but wonder.

"Brother Lawrence has said that he has recently had some disputes with an organization in Egypt, the Muhammad Merchant Order. We know very well that the murderous poisons commonly used by the assassins of the Muhammad Merchant Order are nothing more than the scorpion venom tempered by the desert scorpion, the poison tempered by the dragon bone stinging grass, and the snake venom of the three-ringed rattlesnake in the Sahara Desert. Judging from his current poisoning symptoms, this should be rattlesnake venom. The scholar analyzed it without emotion, and said in a nutshell: "Of course, there may be a mixture of the other two poisons, and I do not rule out the possibility of this." So the mixed injection I made has been mixed with the antidote serum of these three poisons at the same time, which is theoretically enough to dissolve any of the three poisons. ＂

Bediwell was about to say something, but he saw that Lawrence's originally tense face had soothed, and it was obvious that he had survived the torment of the poison.

"It looks like we've passed the danger period. The middle-aged scholar chuckled indifferently: "Brother Lawrence's wound still needs to be treated, please leave him to us for treatment." There's nothing Captain Bediville to worry about here, so please take your leave. ＂

"Captain?" Bediwell couldn't help but feel a tightness. If his name is known to the other party, why has even the identity of "captain", which few people know, been exposed?

...... Sure enough, Lawrence's guy is a big mouth, and when he joined the fraternity, he told this group of people everything he saw and heard, right?!

Bediwell was a little angry when he thought about it, but the other party seemed to know the werewolf youth's thoughts, and suddenly said, "This matter has nothing to do with the Lawrence brothers. There are also Brotherhood members within the Knights of Great Britain, and our intelligence network knows more than you might think. Can you be relieved of what I say, Captain Beddyville?"

"Huh...... So the werewolf youth snorted: "The brotherhood is really powerful, this ...... ＂

He took the opportunity to ask for the other person's name, although he didn't think the other party would be so easy to take the bait.

However, the other party did not hide his identity at all, and calmly said to the werewolf youth: "Joey Zust." Academician of the Melson Brotherhood. Nice to meet you, Captain Bedeville. ＂

So the werewolf youth took another breath: Zuster?!

This guy couldn't be the ancestor of the vampire hunter Zuster nine hundred years later, no, no, no, maybe it's just the same name and coincidentally joining the Melson Brotherhood. There are so many coincidences in the world.

Bedwell looked at each other by the dim light of the kerosene lamps in the church. The Uncle Zust in front of Bediwell didn't seem to be the type to be warlike, and he seemed to be a weak scholar entirely.

Indeed, it is hard to imagine that this Academician Zust would be the ancestor of the vampire hunter Uncle Zust nine hundred years later. ------ know that the vampire hunter Zust is a muscular man.

There's no way, let's withdraw first.

Lawrence should be safe here, and if these Brotherhood people had meant to harm Lawrence, they wouldn't have saved him in the first place. Bediwell also wanted to make more contact with the Melson Brotherhood and inquire about it, but it was clearly not a good time for him to see that the Brotherhood was wary of strangers.

In such a situation, it is not good to sniff out the other party's secrets, and Bediwell knows the truth that only by putting a long line can you catch a big fish.

"Good night, then. So Bediwell turned and left, leaving the land of right and wrong.

"Wait. However, I don't know if it was because Bedeville was too lucky, or if the other party had done it on purpose, Academician Zust suddenly spoke: "I heard Brother Lawrence say that Captain Bedeville is also a senior digger?"

"No, if you mean digging up Egyptian tombs, I'm not at all. The werewolf youth replied truthfully, he felt that it was not a good idea to brag at this time, God knows how powerful the other party's intelligence network is, and how clear is the matter of Bediwell?

"But you dug up the fabled Ship of the Desert and took possession of it. Is that all luck?"

Bediwell secretly gasped again. This Melson Brotherhood knows too much.