Chapter 1282: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (Twenty-Five)

The dragon's lair is full of treasure and gorgeous, which shows that the original owner of this dragon's lair must be a very magnificent dragon.

The natural cavern in this volcanic area is dotted with the red crystals of countless volcanic rocks, and the treasure is piled up in the very center of the cavern, in a ring-shaped fence made of countless solid volcanic rocks. It was a large number of gold coins and precious stones, and occasionally some fine gold and silver ornaments, and from their exquisite deeds, every treasure in the treasure was worth a fortune!

"Grab some treasure and go. Evil Star instigated without emotion, "This is an abandoned dragon's lair, which means that this is an ownerless treasure, and it will not be a problem to take as much as you want." "I can't, this is someone else's dragon treasure," muttered the knight-trainee boy, fighting the temptation with all his might.

"If I tell you to take it, you can take it. Evil Star was a little impatient: "Listen, little ghost. Your life won't always be smooth sailing, and your plans won't always go your way, so you need a backup plan. God knows when you'll become the Knight of the Iron? Maybe it'll drag on for a few more months? Even if you become the Knight of the Iron, will the Knights be able to send you emergency relief money in time? What if your mother's condition deteriorates rapidly and she can't wait for the money?"

"So you'd better prepare an extra plan while you can. In the past treasures, take a few valuable gems and hold a few valuable ornaments. When you go back and change it into cash, your mother's surgery will be enough to cover in no time, and you will have one less thing to worry about. Let's worry about other problems later. Daniel paused for a moment, then he walked towards the treasure, "You're right, Grand Duke of the Evil Star. I'll take some—" But he looked at the colorful treasure in front of him, looking a little overwhelmed.

"How much does the surgery cost?" asked Shattering.

"Fifty thousand Britannia gold coins. "So," Xinghui Dragon walked up to the apprentice knight boy, pointed to a few gems in the treasure, and said, "This, this, and this." The value of these gems should be enough. If that's not enough, bring these with you. "You can't take that much," "Spare!" said Shasstar again.

In desperation, Daniel picked up two thumb-sized rubies and a tooth-sized emerald from the treasure pile, then picked up a pure gold cup, carefully put the gem into the cup, and put a qiē into the cloth bag.

"Is it all done?" Seeing that Daniel was almost cleaned up, Evil Star transformed into a dragon and urged, "Then let's go, there is still a long way to go back." "Okay. Daniel leaped nimbly onto the dragon's back, fastening the treasure bag and the nightmare's body bag tightly to his belt, lest they get lost in flight.

"Heh~ Great, Wang. Husky also climbed on the dragon's back and hugged the waist of the apprentice knight boy from behind: "Husky is about to die and must go back to sleep." "Huhu" Juliet couldn't help laughing, and also climbed onto the back of the Evil Star, "By the way, which dragon's lair is this, why does the Great Guild of the Evil Star know the way here?" Starlight Dragon didn't answer the girl's question, just snorted. He flapped his wings and soared.

At the same time, in the Pillar Forest of the Red Sea, [the British battleship - Attack Palamidades].

"Whew. Bediville walked out of the infirmary and touched his buttocks.

"It's just a little allergic reaction, go back and take this medicine, get some sleep, and you'll be cured tomorrow." Constantine sent the werewolf youth away nonchalantly.

"Are you sure there really won't be a problem?" Bediwell was skeptical. During the previous chase by the tentacle monster, the werewolf suffered some injuries on his ass and legs. The lower half of his body was covered with countless wounds scratched by the tentacles of the Necromantic Pillar, and the wounds were itchy and painful, with a burning and uncomfortable feeling.

Now that I think about it, it wasn't the poison of the deep sea trolls at all, but the corpse poison of the necromancy—the corpses of countless sea beasts that have died in recent years. The disgusting corpse poison was left on the werewolf's body, causing Bediwell's discomfort.

He was glad that his ass hadn't been further violated by the tentacles - if he had allowed those thorny tentacles to enter the werewolf's body and inject something into his body, it would have been more than just painful and itchy.

As if seeing through Bedeville's concerns, Constantine immediately sneered and sarcastically said, "I've never been caught by the tentacles of the necromancy, and I've never been violated by that kind of thing, so I really don't know your condition. But I'm a doctor and I know that your blood test results are normal, and there are no toxic reactions other than high histamine levels. So, you'll be fine. Your immune system is stronger than that of humans, and you can get rid of that dirt with a light yì, so don't worry. "I have to rely on my immune system to do everything, so what's the use of having a doctor." Bediwell frowned disapprehensively.

Constantine smiled wickedly, turned away, and went back to his room to rest.

"This kind of guy can be a knight of the Round Table. Seeing that Constantine was also gone, Bediwell had no choice but to stretch his face and turn away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps, he ran into King Arthur who had returned from outside.

"Arthur?" It's surprising that you can meet the king of Great Britain in the middle of the night.

"Oh, isn't this Bediville. The private interview with the candidates was over, and the Knight King took off his mask at this time, revealing a haggard face. He looked at a tired Bediville, but in turn asked, "Bad day?" "Bad day." The werewolf repeated with a wry smile, and he subconsciously scratched his itchy ass again, though he was careful not to let the Knight King see it, "You look terrible too, Arthur." What's going on?" Arthur's gaze wandered for a moment, thinking before he made up his mind to tell the werewolf the truth, "Beddy, can I take a moment of your time?" Bediwell tilted his head curiously, and followed Arthur into a cubicle in the medical room.

In the hospital bed, Queen Greenville lay quietly, in a deep sleep.

"Queen?!, why is she here?" the werewolf exclaimed, lowering his voice.

"Actually—" Arthur told Bedeville what had happened to him, including Queen Greenville's sudden coma at noon, and Chancellor Merlin's speculation.

"Damn. After listening to Arthur's brief account, the werewolf took a deep breath: "Do you think that the desert rose caused the queen's coma?" The Knight King sighed, "But if this is true, it means that there is something wrong with the gift I gave to Greenway, and she has suffered." This year's wedding anniversary gift was so badly chosen, I was such a failed husband. "Absolutely not. The werewolf whispered, "That's a gift that Arthur carefully selected and risked your life to retrieve, and Queen Greenway must have liked it." It was fate that made this happen, no matter how things develop, we can't blame you for what we have to do, maybe what happened in Area Zero is not completely over. "That's what I thought, too. The Knight King nodded slightly: "I will go to [the City of the Dead] again tomorrow to investigate the one qiē in Area Zero." Are you coming too, Beddyville?" "I have a better idea. The werewolf took out two metal iron rods from his waist, they were the secret treasure of the merfolk clan, the metal detector: "Although it took a long circle, Tristan finally lent me this thing." I'm planning to use this tomorrow to find [Ship of the Desert]. If what happened to the queen was not accidental, then I'm sure there must be a qiē answer hidden in the number of the ship, and I must go and pry Eve's mouth open. "Eve?" the Knight King thought for a moment, "That AI doesn't think of you as a real captain, and it's not easy to get information from her." "It's just a stupid machine," Bediwell scratched his head nonchalantly, "Let's throw a wrench or something into her machine room, and maybe we'll fix her stinky temper—" The Knight King was amused by the werewolf youth's words, and sneered, "You underestimate the wisdom of the ancient gods and men, Bediwell." Even those that remain in the ancient ruins of Great Britain still have a large part of them that we cannot decipher, or even understand the principles. Keep the wrench, I'll give you a powerful assist tomorrow. With that guy's help, you might be able to get some useful resources out of the ship's database. The werewolf tilted his head: "Who's that guy?" "You'll see him tomorrow." Arthur smiled and touched his wife's forehead lovingly, "Go back and get some rest, Bedeville." I'll take someone to find you tomorrow and organize a search team to act together. "Understood, Arthur. The werewolf respectfully exited the compartment: "See you tomorrow." "Tomorrow's operation was originally just a search organized by Bedeville spontaneously in order to recover his iron horseman, but I didn't expect his interests to be the same as King Arthur's, and the search suddenly became one of the tasks of the British Knights, and the matter became bigger and bigger.

Thinking of this, the werewolf nervously touched the storage bag on his belt again. Thankfully, the keystone is still there. As long as he still holds this golden cube for a day, he is still the acting captain of the golden ship. No matter what tricks Eve was up to, the ship couldn't escape Bediwell's grasp.