Chapter 1027: Hunting in the Sand Sea (1)

In Husky's dream, Hal was indeed not injured, or that his foot condyle was only slightly injured.

However, the white spirit who accompanied the leopard man, the elephant Paffer, who had been wounded by the Reaper's scythe while wrestling with the black reaper, had exactly four stab wounds, all of which happened to fall on his back. The shape and depth of those wounds matched Howl's four wounds now!

Could it be that the damage suffered by the elephant man who called himself Papho was also reflected in Hal?!

What is the relationship between the elephant-man Bai Ling and the leopard-man boy Hal?

"Huh-" Evil Star yawned and pulled the pensive Arthur back to reality, "Anyway, this matter is settled, right? "Go ahead. Arthur said perfunctorily, turning to look at Husky, who was covered in blood, frightened and confused—all of which was Howl's, and the canine boy had only been stained when he hugged his little friend.

"Come on, little one. Arthur picked up the canine boy: "Let's go take a shower first and wash off the bloodstains." "Howl-" Husky looked worriedly at the leopard-man boy lying on the stretcher, Greenwiel had already stitched up Hal's wound and was now using magic to speed up the healing of the wound.

"Hal will be fine, don't worry. Arthur comforted the canine boy as he stroked his head.

"How are you going to explain this to Vivien for such a big deal?" Greenway gave her husband a blank look, "You really went to the amusement park today, and you shouldn't have taken the children to some dangerous place, right?" "What are you suspecting? It's really an amusement park." Arthur squinted, "I guess it's easy to provoke chaotic spirits in crowded places, right?" Greenway had a convincing expression on her face, but she didn't believe it at all. She knew her husband Arthur best, and when the knight king lied, he would have a small gesture of looking up at a forty-five degree angle, which would never fool the queen. Moreover, the queen's ears are very sensitive, and she can tell if the other party is lying just by listening to the other person's heart.

King Arthur's voice was calm and calm when he spoke, and it was not very natural. It was a true lie, a distortion of the truth, I fear, and it was clearly a well-prepared rhetoric to deal with Greenway's superauditory.

Thinking that they can pass the test in this way, the men are too naïve.

The queen looked at the back of the king as he departed, and wondered what to do next. The matter is so big, I am afraid it is inevitable to tell Sù Vivian the truth.

The next day at noon, Egypt, Cairo Grand Hotel.

"Hmm... Husky... Bediwell was still asleep, but felt a shaking. Reluctantly, the werewolf opened his eyes to find that the bearman was shaking him with a red face, and the werewolf was holding one of the bearman's arms, as if in his sleep he was holding it as if it were his own child.

"Let go, let go of me—" Elaine frustratedly shoved Bedwell's head, trying to pull Bedeville off her arm.

"Oh. The werewolf hurriedly let go of his hand and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I thought your arm was my son." But your arms are exactly the same as my son's waist, hehe-" "Your hands and arms are so numb. The white bear man got up and moved his arms, and complained repeatedly: "Hug, hug too tightly! "What kid, he often complains that I'm going to break my bones. The werewolf also got up, only to find that he had fallen from the bed to the ground, and had fallen into the white bearman's bed, which was so bad that he himself thought it was funny: "But what kind of face are you blushing? Anyway, the feeling you feel when you pick it up is not much different from that of a stuffed teddy bear, hehe-" "It's nothing!" The white bear man's face turned even redder, "I'm not, I'm not a teddy bear!" "Anyway," Bediwell scratched his head and blinked sleepily, "It's already noon? I'm so hungry, let's go to lunch." "Uh-huh. The white bear man tidied up the messy hair on his body, and the blush on his face subsided: "Such a luxurious wine and hotel, there must be a lot of good things to eat, good, so much looking forward to it." Bediwell also took off the nightgown provided by the hotel room and replaced it with the robe that had been torn out during the battle: "That's the buffet provided by the hotel cafeteria, right? "Haha. Elaine chuckled, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Ten minutes later, the pile of food placed in front of Bediwell proved how wrong the werewolf's previous guess was.

This is the Cairo Hotel, one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in Egypt, and how can the lunch served in its canteen be shabby?

Crystal-clear sashimi, fiery lobster with a fiery shell, succulent oysters charcoal-grilled with white smoke, and shark fin soup with gold leaf....... all of which are luxurious to the extreme, are unmistakably laid out on the long buffet table for people to take as they please.

Bediwell felt like he had been slapped hard in the face. The world of the rich (native) is terrible.

He took Elaine to fetch some lobster and oysters, and prepared a feast in an inconspicuous corner of the restaurant, but as soon as he sat down, he was immediately approached by Palamides, Albert, and Zhalfir and Segrade.

"Yo, little Bedi, it's only lunch now?" the leopard warrior took some things and sat down at another table next to the werewolf. But the things he took were all delicate things like shark fins and salads that didn't fill his stomach, which was a far cry from what Palamides usually did.

What's even more strange is that the three Palamides father and son and Albert all wore very elaborate suits, dressed like the big men of high society. A group of rude orcs dressed like this, Bediwell was stunned.

"What are you guys doing here?" "The clothes that were rented back were three thousand Egyptian dollars for two days, [Horus] Oh!" Palamides twisted the collar of his straight black suit and pretended to be elegant, "We're going to the casino later, we can't go in dressed like a beggar, right?" "Hehe," Albert also stinkily carried the sleeve of his white suit, and wagged his tail in front of Bediwell: "Bediwell, do you see me dressed like this?" Bediwell glanced Albert up and down: the white tiger was white enough, and he was wearing a white shirt and a white suit, and in short, except for the black tie, the tiger was white all over. Handsome is handsome, but is it necessary to be so extreme? And the tiger's left arm is still wrapped in a bandage, and the bandages hold up the suit as if it is swollen.

The werewolf snorted, "Please, you're a cat, but you're wearing a monkey suit? "You're a monkey! damn it—" Albert pouted like a child.

"Whew-" Elaine couldn't help but look at the two brothers, Zhalfir and Segrade. The two leopard youths had weird dark blue hair, but now they wore dark suits that accentuated the dark blue of their bodies, plus the white bow ties around the necks of the two cats - in short, it looked hilarious.

"I knew I was going to be teased. I'd better return this outfit meow. Segrade felt the burning gaze of the White Bear Man, and his face couldn't help but blush with shyness: "Anyway, I won't go to the casino with you." "What? aren't you going?" Palamides thought that his two sons would follow him, but he didn't expect Segrade to temporarily refuse, which made the leopard man father very displeased: "Are you going to follow little Beddy and them out to find a job? Segrade untied his bow tie: "Brother, Daddy and Mr. Albert rely on you to take care of Meow." Please don't let them do anything stupid. "Okay meow. Zhalfir looked reluctant, though he seemed to have made an agreement with his brother to do so.

"It's a shame. Palamides looked disappointed.

"It's not a pity at all, at least you don't have to lose money in front of your two sons at the same time. Bediwell sneered disdainfully.

Palamides glared at the werewolf: "Then let's go and see, and see who earns more." "I don't have to compare myself to you. Unexpectedly, Bediwell was sarcastic: "There is no comparison between the dirty money earned from gambling and the money earned from hard work." It's a kid to bet on this kind of. "Uh!" the Leopard Warrior twitched as if he had been stung, his face twitching, and he avoided Bediwell's gaze and began to eat his haute cuisine.

"Bedyville, you idiot. Albert also buried his head in his lunch, ignoring the werewolf.

This is the end of their little discussion before lunch, and everyone ends the meal quickly and breaks up without staying in the hotel restaurant.

"Now—" Bediwell walked out of the main entrance of the Grand Hotel with Elaine and Segrade, "and we should go get some nice clothes, too." "Y-Didn't you just say-" The White Bear Man was about to say something.

"I just said, you don't have to dress so formally. Bediwell busied himself with his words: "But you can't dress in tatters like this and go out looking for work, can you? "Just meow. Segrade also straightened his suit: "I also have to return this rented clothes, I'll take you to the clothing store." "Forget about that kind of high-end clothing store, we poor devils can't afford to wear it. Bediwell replied casually, self-deprecatingly, "Let's get a civilian dress that doesn't get in the way." ＂