Chapter 1387: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (3)

Hearing this from Duke Gwen, Bediwell immediately showed a mixture of boredom and incredulity: "Shouldn't the Knights of the Round Table all have a lot of things to do and are busy?" That expression was so complicated that when Solal revealed it, Bediwell glanced at the Demon Swordsman in bewilderment.

"It's funny, so you've never changed. An intriguing whisper from Solar was even more puzzling.

"Perhaps. Gwen snorted and said, "Elaine you are talking about should be Elaine the White Bear, one of the candidates of the Round Table Trial, right? It is unbearable that the candidates of the round table trial were kidnapped and taken away. As one of the examiners, I was obligated to get the kid back. "Say whatever you want. Beddie didn't bother to reason with Duke Gwen: "The biggest problem now is that we don't know where Elaine was caught. If he didn't even have a clue, Elaine couldn't save him. "Did you remember anything before you fainted, Mr. Solal?" Gwen turned her gaze to the Demon Swordsman.

"I really can't remember," Solal touched his bandaged head. At this moment, he can be said to have a splitting headache, not to mention that he was in a panic during the fight to snatch Elaine, and there was no way to observe the situation around him clearly.

"Can't you really remember anything?" Bediwell urged Solal as well, "Come on, try harder." Elaine relied on your memories to get it back. "They all know very well that human traffickers who act so well will definitely not be idle people. It has been several hours since the start of the incident, and the group of traffickers has had enough time to clean up the scene, and it is absolutely impossible to leave any more evidence at the scene of the incident. In other words, everything that Solar saw at that time was all the information that could be used. If Soral couldn't even think of the slightest clue, tracking Elaine would be completely impossible.

"Hmm," thought Solal with his head in his hands, but judging by his distressed look, he must not have remembered anything.

Bediwell's expression gradually became solemn. Things may have been worse than he expected.

At this moment, Duke Gwen spoke: "Alright, go and lie down on the table beside you, and I'll do something." "No!" Solal glared at the Knights of the Round Table fiercely, "I don't need your help!" "Do you have a better way?" Although he was very reluctant, the Demon Swordsman seemed to have no choice but to do what Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, said.

Bediwell was confused, he only knew what Gwen was doing to Solal, and what it was would have to be seen to understand. So he stood silently and watched, watching as the magic swordsman Solal lay flat on the table, while the middle-aged knight of the round table also walked to the table and announced in a low voice, "Relax." I'm going to get started. Soral still looked unwilling, lying uncomfortably on his not-so-comfortable hardwood desk. As soon as Duke Gwen's words fell, a gray-black smoke slowly poured out from the sleeves of his outstretched hands. The smoke poured into Solar like a living being, enveloping the Demon Swordsman's face. Solal inhaled the smoke.

"Relax. Your consciousness is now back to three hours ago, when Elaine was kidnapped. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, whispered, "Keep your eyes open, watch carefully, and see what's around you?" Bediwell basically understood when he saw this. Gwen was using some kind of smoke to hypnotherapy Solar, using hypnosis to stimulate the deep memories of the magic swordsman, allowing him to recall the details of the fight.

"I see a man," the swordsman replied in a low voice, "it was a middle-aged man, his face was not clear, he was wearing a black robe, and the robe covered his face. The robe was dirty, and the sleeves and hems of the trousers were slightly tattered black robes. There was nothing on the black robe, but he wrapped it around his body with a dark gold belt. There could be no mistake, he moved, the metallic sheen of his dark gold belt faintly shining from the corners of his fluttering clothes. The belt looks a bit like a chain. Each inch is a knot, and ten knots can be seen on the front, so the man's waist circumference is about twenty inches, and there is a clear scratch on the seventh knot from the left, which seems to have been cut by a knife and then repaired by smelting metal. "Hmph. Bediwell snorted. I haven't heard of this person, but the description of Solar under hypnosis, which is so accurate.

Gwen paused for a moment, then continued to hint, "I've never heard of this person, and it's not him our primary target now. Leave him alone for now and look at the other details. Like the field?" "Hmph" Soral continued to try to remember: "The field is dry. The gravel floor of the desert, next to the harbor, a lot of container holds, nothing particularly useful, well, this port is marked [Sphinx Industries] everywhere. This pier is owned by the legendary richest man in Egypt, the Sphinx dad. "I knew it. Bediwell sighed, "Everything is connected now. Is this legendary richest man Sphynx dad really behind the kidnapping?" "No, not necessarily. Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, analyzed without emotion: "The Sphinx has a lot of industries in Cairo, both underworld and white. It can't be said that a human kidnapping happened in the dock belonging to the Sphinx, which means that the Sphinx is behind it. The werewolf youth was silent. He originally wanted to say that this Sphinx had direct contact with Palamides and the others, and maybe the contact with Palamides was an attempt to say something. But if he thinks about it further, it seems that Daddy Sphinx has never met Elaine the White Bear, and there seems to be no direct motive for kidnapping Elaine?

"Well, let's not care about the venue. Duke Gwen continued to ask, "Look at the others." They must have other comrades besides the black-robed man against you, right? What characteristics do they have? Take a closer look. "A group of Egyptians were basically brown and black, with rough skin, and it was clear that they had been working as coolies on the construction site for many years, and had been exposed to the sun and rain. Solal continued to recall the details: "They also wore tattered coarse cloth clothes, many patches, not enough holes, and they were the kind of ruffians who were so poor that they could do anything dirty for money. They don't wear shoes at all, but they run very fast on that kind of gravel ground, and they're used to it. They carried Elaine on a stretcher, and Elaine basically had no strength to struggle, foaming at the mouth, is it an anesthetic" The Knight of the Round Table quickly interrupted: "Your attention is distracted. Leave the white bear alone and keep an eye on the coolies. "There is nothing to say, the group of coolies are dressed really ordinary, probably in order to hide their identities, and use ordinary clothes as much as possible." Hey, wait! The one who took the lead on the stretcher seemed to have something on his waist" "Good, pay full attention to him. Duke Gwen commanded, "Focus your vision on his waist." Now, he's moving at a tenth of his original speed. Look at him, look at him, what the hell is in his waist! One step, two steps-" A small black one could be faintly seen under the hole in his clothes. It seems to be some kind of weapon hidden in the waist of a small dagger for emergency use. "Three steps. Four steps. Gwen continued to use "slow motion" to help Soral recall: "Look at it, what the hell is that?" "That's the handle of the dagger! Yes, it's the handle!" "The more Solar looks at it, the clearer it becomes: "The handle of that dagger, what does it look like? "Uh! I can't see clearly! It's still moving too fast!" "Five steps!" Gwen continued to hint: "Time flows by one thousandth of what it was originally." And now, what the hell is that thing?" "It's wings, its mouth is sharp and hooked, its head is ugly, it's bald, it's a vulture!" Solal suddenly woke up from hypnosis, half-sat up and shouted, "Yes, it's a vulture! The answer is already on the horizon.

"The Muhammad Merchant Order. The werewolf whispered.

"What?," Solal looked at Bedivir in surprise, "What--that--the Muhammad Merchants?, we used to be guards on the ship, the Muhammad Merchants?" "Yes." "Important things must be said three times, Bediwell muttered to himself. He turned to look at Solal with a serious expression: "Looking at you, I guess you still don't know what the Muhammad merchant group carried on that mission, right?" "I heard that the food is mainly canned fish. The Demon Swordsman Solal scratched his head, "It was the smell of fish that attracted those desert devils, didn't it?" Bedivel sighed, "Solar, you're such a fool. The sand boat was transporting food under the pretext of transporting it, but it was actually transporting drugs. What was really hidden under the boxes of canned fish was actually tons of anesthetic. ＂