Text Chapter 1829 - The Wheel of the Sun (35)

Chapter 1829: The Glory of the World in the Sun Wheel (35)

Meanwhile, in front of an abandoned church on the outskirts of Cairo's black market.

"Ah, you're finally here, boss. Seeing Bediwell's arrival from afar, Lawrence seemed a little happy to come up to greet him.

"Are you waiting for me?" Bediwell was a little stunned, "why don't you go in and join the Brotherhood?"

At first, the werewolf youth thought that Lawrence would wait for him so considerately, in order to introduce Bediwell, who did not belong to the Melson Brotherhood, to the Brotherhood. But Bediwell thought it was unlikely, and Lawrence must have something else in mind.

"Ahahahaha...... Let's go inside. Lawrence's embarrassed look made Bediwell confirm his thoughts even more.

In this way, looking from the outside of the abandoned church, you can't see the mystery of this abandoned church at all. But when the two entered the atrium of the church, surrounded by stone bricks and garden vegetation, Bediwell finally saw the Melson Brotherhood quietly gathered there. It fits well with the Melson Brotherhood, a special organization with archaeologists as its origin, and most of the people present appear to be scholars, with only a few fighters who resemble bodyguards.

And Bediwell also saw that a man sitting quietly in some kind of floating wheelchair in the corner of the courtyard was one of the candidates for the trial of the round table ------ Lawrence the Counselor, and was also the younger brother of Lawrence the Great of the bounty hunter next to Bediwell.

Bedwelle remembered that Big Lawrence had mentioned that he and his brother didn't have a good relationship, so the werewolf youth immediately understood why Big Lawrence was waiting for him at the door of the abandoned church------ it turned out that Big Lawrence didn't want to meet his brother alone, so as not to be embarrassed.

"You're finally here!" Academician Zust came to greet him at the sight of Bediville and Big Lawrence, "due to some special circumstances, the progress of the excavation work has been advanced, and I am afraid that you will not be able to catch up." ＂

"I didn't get any such notification at all. Bediwell then gave Lawrence a blank look, with reproach in his eyes: "It seems that some guy in charge of delivering the news has failed in his duties." ＂

"Ahahahaha...... Anyway, we arrived in time, wouldn't it be better? Big Lawrence scratched his head and smiled irresponsibly.

"It's still the same. It seems that the presence of Bedwell and Big Lawrence has also been discovered, and Lawrence Jr., the strategist who was sitting in a floating wheelchair, said as he came over.

"Uh, hi, dude. Big Lawrence greeted his brother with an embarrassed expression.

"Hi. Sure enough, Lawrence Jr.'s reaction was very cold, as if he was ignoring his brother. His eyes fell on Bedwell, who seemed to be more interested in Bedeville than his older brother.

"Can you take a step to speak?" said Lawrence Jr., the strategist, to Bedwell.

"Well, of course. ------Academician Zust, when did you set out?" Bediville tried to make sure.

Ten minutes later. Zust gestured to the group of scholars in the distance, who were busy packing up something, "When the Brotherhood has packed all the analytical instruments, we can go." ＂

"Good. So Bediwell followed Lawrence the Counsellor to the other corner of the courtyard.

"First of all," Bediwell, who had suppressed his curiosity since just now, hurriedly asked, "Little Lawrence...... I've watched your fight with Elaine yesterday, aren't you supposed to be able to walk normally......?"

But what the hell is this floating wheelchair now?Bediwell's subtext doesn't ask.

"Is this this?" little Lawrence moved his hand and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair, "Then I'm sure you've done your homework and know what kind of person I am." I've been paralyzed since I was born, and I couldn't even move my fingers. Be...... Some kind of power...... It allows me to move my body with willpower and simulate the movements of ordinary people. ＂

Little Lawrence glanced into the distance, where his older brother Lawrence the Great was looking at this side with great concern, but the moment he and the strategist Lawrence Jr. met their gazes, he turned his head in a panic, pretending not to care at all.

"But using that power to move my body is, at best, just manipulating my immobile body like a marionette. It's too mind-consuming, it's consuming. Today's mission seems to be important, so I'd rather use this wheelchair to get around, so that I can focus more on controlling other equipment and better protecting the excavation team. ＂

"Huh...... Bediwell looked up and down the very small and delicate floating wheelchair that was just big enough for Lawrence to sit alone. The wheelchair itself may be equipped with a photonic or electromagnet engine that can float above the ground. And it seems that this wheelchair is controlled by brain waves, as long as little Lawrence has this thought in his heart, it can fly around (float) freely. If little Lawrence doesn't need to use his mind to control his two legs to simulate walking, then indeed, he can save a lot of energy, and he will feel more relaxed in the rest of the work of supporting the excavation team.

"You know what? If you had used this wheelchair in yesterday's game, Elaine wouldn't have had the slightest chance of winning. Bediwell couldn't help but complain.

"That is impossible, Mr. Bediwell. However, Lawrence Jr. smiled indifferently: "This wheelchair was specially ordered by Great Britain before, but its production process is too complicated, and it still didn't catch up with yesterday's game after all." Last night, it was because I agreed to help the Melson Brotherhood, and the Brotherhood helped to get this wheelchair out of the way. ＂

"Okay...... That's a shame, Mr. Lawrence Jr. Bediwell replied awkwardly. It seems that Elaine was able to win yesterday, in addition to his own ability, but also because of the luck of the White Bears.

However, luck is actually a type of ability.

"One more thing, please don't ask me to be [little Lawrence]. Sounds weird. Lawrence the Strategist said, "Just call me Eric." ＂

"Okay, Eric. Bediwell then changed his tune and said, "Didn't you just say that you had something to talk to me about?

"You know what, Mr. Beddyville. I had no intention of participating in this so-called [digging] at all. I have no interest in the treasures of the first pharaoh, Menes. ＂

"Oh, so you're back to take part in this excavation, all to protect your brother?" Bediwell said jokingly.

"Nope. Eric immediately denied it: "It has nothing to do with him." I've only heard from the Melson Brotherhood about [the Orb of Wonder]. ＂

"So you're also playing [the Wonder Orb] idea. Bediwell's face suddenly lengthened. Of course, the reason why the werewolf young Bediwell came to participate in this excavation was largely for this [Yingqi Orb]. It is said that this treasure is located in Menes' tomb, and that the special power contained in this treasure may help Bedeville find his long-lost son.

Of course, everything is ambiguous, and there are too many undetermined factors. Bediwell didn't have much hope, he just came to the excavation with the mentality of trying it out.

"I've heard people from the Brotherhood say that whoever finds a special treasure in the middle of a dig will own it. I've also heard that Mr. Beddyville may have come for [Wonder Orb], so I'll talk to you first. If you do find this treasure, I don't ask you to give it to me. But can you lend me [the Wonder Orb] for a moment, even if it's only for a minute, I'll just use it to investigate something. ＂

"Why are you telling me this, as if only I could find the Orb of Wonder, and you wouldn't be able to find it. Bediwell couldn't help but complain.

"Because I'm African, and Mr. Bediwell, you're European. I didn't expect Eric to suddenly say such a sentence.

"Uh...... What?" The werewolf youth couldn't keep up with the other party's logic for a while, and couldn't help tilting his head in a daze.

"One of the more superstitious sayings that has been handed down for a long time is that the old king Menes had cursed his people so that the treasures in his tomb would never be found among his people in Africa. Eric, the Strategist, further explained: "I am not a superstitious man, Mr. Bediwell. I don't believe in that messy curse either. ...... But I believe that there are [spells] in the world. My brother is also a spell user, you know. ＂

"Uh...... Bediwell snorted, he had just spoken to Big Lawrence about spells not long ago, and the werewolf youth was still hesitant to accept the fragments of the spell fire that Big Lawrence had given him.

"I won't mention superstition. But scientifically speaking, Menes was a very powerful sorcerer, and he may have a way of casting spells on people all over Africa so that his people in Egypt would never find his treasures. Moreover, this spell can be passed down from generation to generation, for thousands of years------ theoretically, this is not completely impossible. ＂

"Ha," Bediwell couldn't believe it, thinking that it was all too mysterious to be described by Eric: "Is spells really that powerful, and can they affect people's luck? Shouldn't spells just be stronger hypnosis? Shouldn't they affect what people can and can't do? Shouldn't they be passed down from generation to generation in African blood, like genetics?"

"Why not?" replied Eric, with a serious look on his face, "Spells are far more profound than you might think, Mr. Beddywell. ＂

"I just talked to your brother before. He made it clear that there was no such thing as a powerful spell that could influence other people's thoughts...... ＂

Then Bedwell's words seemed to touch the scales of Eric, the strategist, and he suddenly became gloomy, and said faintly: "He knows a ghost." He didn't even know what he was doing. ＂

"Don't say that about your brother. The werewolf youth couldn't help but be a little angry, and was just about to teach the strategist Eric a lesson.

"Are you all done?" Academician Zust came over and interrupted the conversation, "The people in the technical department are ready, and we can go." ＂

"Good. Eric left Bediwell and walked away with Academician Zust.