Chapter 1373: Trapped in the Trick (45)

Back backstage from the chaotic press conference, the Knight King was relieved and was about to return to his office, but as he walked down the hallway, a distant quarrel caught his attention.

"Why not!, he'd used this facility before!" a young man's voice echoed through the hallway, quite loud.

"It was given to him with the correct formalities and the approval of his superiors. Now he is not approved and certainly cannot enter the cryo-dormant pod. The answer was a stilted Muna's voice, and it made you want to sleep.

"But he's dying!" the young man's voice shouted angrily, "This is a matter of human life, and you must be accommodating once!" The Order has strict rules and regulations that must be followed. If you can't even follow the rules, what kind of organization and discipline are you talking about?" "What's going on here?" the Knight King asked as he walked in the direction of the noise, raising his voice before he could get close.

"Long live Your Majesty!" the two knights present hurriedly knelt down and saluted the moment they saw King Arthur.

"Get up. The Knight King also took the opportunity to quickly take a look at the people present.

The gatekeeper is a middle-aged silver knight, who belongs to the kind of old-fashioned bureaucracy;

The one who had just been arguing with the Silver Knight was a young Black Iron Knight, who looked to be about twenty years old, slightly unkempt, and who seemed to have just returned from a fierce combat mission, with multiple wounds on his body and blood stains sticking to his tattered armor;

King Arthur cared most about the stone statue beside the young Black Iron Knight. It was apparently a stone statue of a human petrified, and it was supposed to be a teenager. The boy was dressed in slightly fancy civilian clothes, and from the shorts and shorts, he looked a bit like a civilian.

"What's your name?" the Knight King asked the Black Iron Knight.

"My name is Jefferson, Jefferson, the Black Iron Knight. The young Black Iron Knight said.

"Well, Jefferson, explain what this is all about. King Arthur continued to ask without emotion, "Why did you bring a petrified civilian to the restricted area of the Eastern Knights, and also contradict your superiors?" "No, Your Majesty!" Jefferson hurriedly explained: "This kid Daniel, he is a black iron knight belonging to the Eastern Knights! He drank the dragon's blood in today's combat power to become like this!" "Oh, dragon's blood?" The knight king looked at the stone statue again: "If you drink the dragon's blood, you can't save him, his whole body is petrified, his internal organs have stopped moving, and he is completely brain dead." Did you come back with a corpse for a proper burial?" King Arthur turned his head to look at the door number on the side. This room is neither a mortuary nor a laboratory for the preservation of corpses. This is a cryosleep laboratory that is still in development for the knights to quickly recover their spirits.

"Hmph. Interesting. The Knight King snorted, "So you're going to put a petrified corpse in the cryosleep pod for preservation?" Is there any point in doing this?" Jefferson hurriedly reached for the chest of the Daniel statue: "Your Majesty, this child is not dead yet. If you touch it, he still has a faint heartbeat!" "Really?" King Arthur reached out angrily.

Sure enough, there was a faint vibration coming from the stone statue. The heartbeat was so faint that it seemed to stop at any moment—the life of the young man sealed in the stone statue was like a candle in the wind, and it was not surprising that it would disappear at any time.

"Why is this happening? A human being who has drunk dragon blood and is still alive should not exist in the world, right?" "I just took him to the infirmary for a preliminary diagnosis, and the doctor said that there was something else in his body besides the magic of dragon blood, the poisonous magic of a succubus. Jefferson replied, "I think Daniel was poisoned by a succubus before he drank the dragon's blood, and the interaction of these two deadly magical powers in his body led to the child's current condition." "Oh?" Although he thought it was unlikely, the Knight King snorted in response:

"So, since you don't have a way to recover this kid from his petrified state yet, the only way you can save him is to refrigerate him and slow down the necrosis of his body—I guessed right?" Jefferson, the Black Iron Knight, nodded hurriedly, "Your Majesty is wise, that's exactly the case!" "And what is your name?" the Knight King glanced at the Silver Knight.

"Silver Knight Didore. The doorkeeper replied respectfully.

"Mr. Didore, do you think that this kid can't use the cryopod without applying for the use of the cryosleep pod in advance?" "That's right, Your Majesty is wise!" The Silver Knight also hurriedly replied: "The rules in the Order are absolute, and he cannot be allowed to enter without approval. "Even if he's dying?" "Even if he's dying." King Arthur chuckled softly, "Okay." You're doing a great job. It's a good thing to stick to the rules. The King of Great Britain turned to Jefferson, the Knight of Black Iron, and said, "You have a good idea of sending your companion into a cryocompartment to delay his death." But that's a palliative solution, and even if he freezes up, he'll eventually die. Breaking the rules of the Order for the sake of a meaningless method is indeed a flattery. "But, Your Majesty!" I know a way to save this child. The knight wanted to say it, but he thought about it, "Oh, yes." Merlin is also turned to stone now, can't help him. King Arthur pressed the communicator in his ear: "Mr. Li Daoyuan, can you calculate when Merlin will wake up?" "Well, according to the speed of his recovery, it will take about half a day." "The voice of the river crab man came from the other end of the headset.

"And this kid probably won't be able to wait that long. King Arthur glanced at Daniel's stone statue again: "There is no absolute relationship between the petrification of the flesh and the temperature, and even if it is sent to the cryophory, there is no guarantee that it will delay time." "Isn't that no way?" said Jefferson, despairingly.

"Whew, not necessarily. The Knight King smiled confidently, "Aside from Merlin, the person who has studied depetrification in Great Britain the most is my sister Vivien." After all, her husband had been petrified for seven years, and she had been studying how to unpetrify for seven years. "Really?!" "Vivien's research institute must still have anti-petrification equipment, even if it can't be directly de-petrified, it can delay us for a while. The equipment was intended for Palamides, but now it is useless, just enough for the child. ＂