Chapter 1354: Trapped in the Trick (26)

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

"Wake up, wake up. Time's up. "Someone is shaking the werewolf's shoulder.

"Five more minutes of sleep," but Beddyville, who was addicted to laziness, could not be woken up with a few shakes.

"Don't you have a mission with you, if you go to sleep again, you'll miss the mission assembly time!" the other party reminded.

"Mission?!" Bediwell finally woke up and jumped out of bed: "Ah, mission!" He glanced at the doctor beside him, who was Constantine, and then quickly glanced at himself, who was almost naked and wearing only a pair of pants.

"Wait. The werewolf pulled the sheet over his body and asked suspiciously, "I seem to have come to the infirmary to ask for a bandage of the wound." But where are the bandages?" Constantine had asked Bedwell to put on a hypnotic headband to sleep so as not to interfere with the work of the medical staff. Before he fell asleep, Bediwell remembered that his feet were bandaged. In the past half an hour, it stands to reason that the werewolf young man has been covered with bandages all over his body, and the places that should be bandaged are all bandaged, right?

But why didn't he have bandages all over his body, but even the bandages on his feet?

Bediwell was about to blame the doctor, but the answer was far beyond his expectations: "The bandage was wrapped around you, but it was removed later." Because your ability to heal yourself is far beyond my expectations, and in the half hour you have been asleep, all the wounds on your body have healed. "Am I?" Bediwell couldn't believe it.

"You are. The young Knight of the Round Table added, "It seems that the headband activates some kind of potential within you, allowing you to heal yourself at an alarming rate while you fall asleep." That's almost the same level as the speed at which healing magic can help heal wounds. I finally understand why the people of the Western Knights are in such a hurry to let you put on your headband for testing again. You're a very special test subject. Hearing this, Bediwell couldn't wait to take off the headband: "Bastard, who wants to be your white mouse!" "Ahahahaha," Constantine laughed, and stuffed the headband back to Bediwell: "You can keep this headband, maybe it will be useful in the future? "No, no, no, I still don't. Bediwell also laughed and stuffed the head ring back: "Do you think I am an idiot, who is free to be your experiment?" "Ahahahaha, of course you are not an idiot, but I have also been ordered to stuff this to you." Constantine continued to play, "How about this? Every time you wear this rest, the data is recorded." We'll pay you 3,000 Egyptians for every night we collect? Why not get a good rest and a good pay?" It turns out that the Western Heaven Knights also gave out a bonus? Why didn't you say it earlier? If I had directly agreed to help with this experiment, wouldn't I have even received the bonus that should have been given to me, and the bonus was all swallowed by you?" Constantine laughed and said that he would not say a word and swallow the prize money alone, which was obviously his original plan.

The werewolf youth glanced at the doctor and looked at the metal headband suspiciously: "Are you sure that this thing really won't cause any adverse effects on health?For example, it will emit carcinogenic electromagnetic radiation or something?" Constantine immediately asked: "This thing was originally developed for the Knights' scouts, what do you say?" As we all know, the treatment given by the British Knights to the subordinate knights is the best in the world, and all equipment that damages the health of the subordinates will not be used, Even the armor and weapons are made of lead-free and pollution-free green materials.

Great Britain was very rich, and what they lacked was never money, but talent.

Since this headband was developed for the people of the Order of Great Britain, its security should have been ensured from the start.

Shouldn't it be a bad idea to use this once in a while?

"Okay. Bediwell compromised: "I'll keep this for now." However, if I find something safe, I will throw it away. "Yes, if you like it. Constantine said, "Now go do what you have to do, please, don't waste time on such trivial matters." "Of course. Bediwell took the clothes from the chair next to him and put them on. His original coarse cloth suit had been tattered from his previous adventures, and the Britons generously sent the werewolf a short-sleeved suit made of unknown materials.

The dress was very similar to the particularly durable and cut-resistant parachute fabric that Bediwell had used to boast about most of Africa in three days, and it felt like wearing a rubber suit. But it's made to adapt to the harsh climate of Africa, and it's surprisingly breathable, and it doesn't feel stuffy at all.

But other "heat" remains. No sooner had Bedeville put on his pants than he noticed Constantine's burning gaze. The werewolf youth, who was being stared at very uncomfortable, taunted dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter? You are interested in my body? Doctor, your interest is so special." "Nonsense. Constantine then looked away from Bediwell's lower abdomen: "There is something I don't know if I should say or not." But I've heard from His Majesty King Arthur about a black hole in your navel. "It's a wormhole. "If it had been a black hole, I would have died." "Uh, whatever. Constantine was just a doctor and dismissive of the natural sciences: "Suffice it to say that you guys with wormholes are dangerous. The phantom that escaped from that little leopard last time almost killed me and His Majesty King Arthur.

If it had been me who had made the decision, I would have imprisoned you like a beast. But it is incomprehensible that Your Majesty treats people like you like a friend. The werewolf's face immediately became serious.

"When you were asleep, the headband detected a high-energy response in your abdomen, as if some kind of great power was pouring out of that wormhole to heal your body. You're really abnormal, abnormal in every way. Constantine also looked at the werewolf youth solemnly: "Who are you, or, what are you? Is the person who looks sane now the real you? Or, the one who has fallen asleep is who you are?" Bediwell did not reply. He couldn't answer, or refute the other party, because he had the same suspicion in his own heart. On the one hand, he hoped that Constantine's guess was wrong, and on the other hand, he was deeply afraid of the moment when the other party's words became true.

"Slow, what the hell are you doing. In front of the teleportation room, Tristan complained.

"Do you have any opinion about being examined by a doctor in the infirmary?" Bediville replied, "You also participated in this mission?" Tristan replied viciously, "Give back the [metal detector] you borrowed." You don't need it now, do you?" "Yes!" Bediwell said angrily, digging into his pants pocket. But he's all changed his clothes, how can the metal detector still be on him!

"Huh?" the werewolf youth let out a puzzled snort, "Well, they took away my shabby clothes, the detector should be—" "Don't joke with me, haven't I checked your changed clothes? No, no, no! I've even checked your crotch, and there really isn't anything! I expect you to hide the detector in some other secret place? Don't tell me you really lost the metal detector!" Bedivel scratched his head, remembering what had happened, "Oh, I remember! they're in the Desert Ship's captain's room. "You must be joking with me!" the fish-man prince was really anxious this time, and pulled the werewolf by the collar and said angrily, "Go and get him back, you know? If you don't get it back, the queen mother will kill us both!" Although Bediwell had no idea how to break through the curfew and enter the captain's room.

Moreover, the captain's room and the data room are just in the first and last two positions of the ship, and it is very difficult to go from the data room to the captain's room. Doubling the distance means doubling the danger, if not more.

But there is no way, anyway, I promised to come down first, and then I talked about it perfunctorily. Because the Fish-Man Prince's expression now almost looks like he wants to kill someone, Bediwell feels that his life may be in danger.

"Are you still making trouble?" Ivan came over to stop the two in the dispute: "Less trouble, the battle will start soon." Bedwell gave Tristan a blank look, and immediately put on a serious face and asked, "Are you going to start?" So Tristan took the opportunity to taunt the werewolf youth fiercely, "If you want to go, just send one or two people, and then open the portal." In this way, you can send as many people as you want to the designated place, and what do you need to transport ships for?" Bedivel curled, but he couldn't refute it.

At the same time, a portal opened in the conveyor room of the British battleship Palamides.