Chapter 1180 Selection in the Ring (11)

The helmet was big and round, a full circle fatter than ordinary helmets, like a hood for big-headed babies, and like the heads of those puppet mascot costumes in amusement parks, which looked very funny.

"This -- the point -- all -- no-- the cool--Wang. Husky grumbled in a lengthened tone. He couldn't imagine what this thing would do if it was fastened to that shiny suit of armor.

"We don't want to be cool. As long as there are no functional problems, it's fine. Vivien's face was slightly displeased.

"However, you can't even stand on your feet in it. To fight with this is to find death. Evil Star pointed out the shortcomings of the design: "No, this thing doesn't work at all." "Ugh!" Vivien and Li Daoyuan hit a spirit at the same time. The results of their continuous efforts for months seem to have been completely denied in an instant, and it is strange not to lose them.

"Husky just doesn't understand Wang. The canine boy touched his big helmet, tilted his head and asked, "Why do you have to put food, air, and diapers on the armor? Vivien denied without even thinking about it.

"Wait," the Oriental man took a deep breath as if he had thought of something, "Son, what did you just say?" "Husky just said, "Can't you bring the restaurant toilet with you?"

Li Daoyuan was stunned again, and first shook his head, feeling that that method was not feasible.

Then he coughed dryly, and finally came up with a feasible plan!

He literally began to take off his armarmor!

The Oriental who took off the crab shell revealed his slightly emaciated arms. With his white hands, he picked up a pen and paper and began to make constant comparisons on the drawings.

"What are you doing, Mr. Li Daoyuan?" Vivien glanced at the drawings curiously.

"That kid is right, really right!" said the Oriental man laughing excitedly: "Our idea was wrong from the beginning. In fact, the solution is very simple, just like the kid said, just bring the restaurant and toilet over!"

It was a machine. More precisely, it is a small supply ship!

"We applied the principle of unravelable turbidity armor to this to make a supply station that could completely isolate the shadows and move. With this, the rest of the armor does not need food depot at all, the air depot can also be greatly reduced, and excretion - well, with a small pocket bag will solve the problem. They drove this to the Dark Continent, and they didn't usually need to wear armor. The armor's outboard activity time is enough for less than five hours!" "How do you solve the shadow pollution when entering and exiting this ship?" asked Vivien.

"It's very simple, let's make a ventilator, and the personnel are [disinfected] before entering and leaving! There will not be much pollution, a little shadow pollution can be easily removed with ultrasound!" "What if the supply station is damaged in the middle?" Vivien asked again: "The lives of the crew depend on this supply station, once the armor is damaged and the shadow leaks, everyone will have to wait for death." "Then let's build a few more depots -- three is enough, right? That way, even if one or two of them are damaged, you can still have a backup depot to stay alive." And as long as it's not a heavy damage, a little bit of damage should be able to be repaired!" Vivien couldn't think of any opinions.

"All the technical problems have been solved!" Uncle River Crab dropped his pen and rushed out with the drawings: "I have to show Master Merlin this! Then let's start building a supply ship right away! Great, we can finally complete the development of the unravelable turbidity armor before the capital is moved!" He was just about to leave, but suddenly turned to look at the canine boy. He quickly ran back, picked up Husky and hugged him, "Thank you, little genius!" "Whew, Uncle River Crab's thorns hurt so much!" Husky complained.

"What does [moving the capital] mean?" Evil Star asked curiously, looking at Li Daoyuan's figure leaving in a hurry.

"Don't you know?" Vivien chuckled, "It won't be long before Arthur announces to the nation that the restoration of [Divine Camilo] is complete." The royal capital of Great Britain will be moved back to Camillo from London. Evil Star frowned: "I still don't understand. Isn't it nice that your capital is in London, which is prosperous and comfortable. There is no reason to give up in such a good city, and there is no need to move anything?" But Camillo is the capital that Arthur's father gave his life to protect. Even if it had turned to ashes, Arthur would go back again. Vivien touched Howl's cat's head, "Because that's where he lives." She saw the confusion on Xinghuilong's face, and asked, "Evil Star, where is your home? Don't you want to go back to your hometown?"

At the same time (?), Africa, on the stone pillar array of the Red Sea.

After Arthur led Bedwell's party into the dining room, everyone quickly received a lunch. It was a standard meal for the knights - it was actually fish fillet with french fries.

"The seats over there are empty. Arthur pointed to a deserted corner of the restaurant, "Let's dine together?" "Well, we still have something to discuss." Zhalfir glared at his father and brother. He certainly didn't want to stick to King Arthur for a long time. He also plans to make good use of the free time after lunch to continue reworking his weapons. If Arthur was here, he would have been disassembling the plug-in system at will, and the situation would have been more embarrassing.

"Oh, okay. The Knight King could also vaguely sense that the leopard man youth was avoiding him, so he stopped talking and pulled the corner of Labedyville's clothes: "Beddy, you shouldn't be as grateful as this group of heartless orcs, and you are avoiding me, right? Of course I want to accompany you. The werewolf grimaced at Syfer, snuck his Luna scimitar into Syfer's hand as he passed by the leopard man, and then walked away with Arthur.

"Sorry meow. The young leopard man looked at the backs of King Arthur and Bediwell, and felt guilty. He walked away with his father, Palamides, his younger brother Segrade, and Elaine the White Bear, and found a more remote corner to eat.

Bediwell, who had been "forced" taken away by Arthur, had just sat down to prepare for dinner when a knight dressed as a herald hurried into the dining room and whispered a few words beside King Arthur.

Arthur listened to the herald's account, and his face changed: "Really?!" The herald nodded and turned to leave. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bediwell also saw the bronze snowflake crest on the herald's body, this person is a knight of the Northern Heavenly Knights.

"I'm sorry, Bediwell. Arthur put down the plate of the meal: "I need to go back." I heard that Greenway was attacked last night. "What?!" the werewolf exclaimed in a low voice. He immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Is she okay, Queen?" "It is said that she was attacked by the Dusk Cultists at a charity party. There were no decent guards at the time, so Greenwiel had to kill all the enemies herself. I just hope she's not hurt. "Oh my God," Bediwell sighed, covering his mouth.

"So, I have to go back and see my queen at once. Arthur gave the werewolf an embarrassed wry smile: "I was going to watch your first game before going back to Great Britain, but it seems that I won't have a chance to watch the game - anyway, good luck, Bedeville." "Thank you. The werewolf nodded and said, "Please send your condolences to the queen on my behalf." "Yes. Arthur hurriedly said goodbye.

So in the blink of an eye, Bediwell was snubbed by the two groups. Arthur was gone, and went back to Zhalfir to have dinner with them, which seemed a bit too much. The werewolf sat depressed in a corner of the dining room and ate his lunch.

However, he is not alone. In this restaurant, there are already several forces watching Bediville, intending to trouble the lone werewolf.

These hostile glances were drawn to another figure. Big. Rogan held his lunch and paced generously and directly to this corner of the restaurant, stopping at the table in Bedeville.

"Eat alone, child?" asked the old man in a loud, deep voice.

"Well, I think so. The werewolf looked up at Logan in confusion. The old man was tall and strong, and he was wearing only a sleeveless short suit, which did not look like a mage at all, but more like some kind of warrior monk who used his fists to defeat the enemy.

What is this guy here for? Is he here to find out Bediwell's strength before the battle begins? Or is he here to declare war?

Bedwell watched Logan sit down with trepidation, and the Master spoke at the same time, "I know what you're thinking, kid. But I'm not here to stir things up. "Then what do you do?" asked the werewolf in a low voice, as good as he could, without losing any politeness.

"Make a puzzle. Logan laughed and asserted unceremoniously, "Kid, I've been paying attention to you for a long time. You are very strong, and if you talk about hand-to-hand combat, you are probably the strongest among our candidates this year. But you and I have no chance of winning the duel, and we will definitely lose. "How can you know if you don't try this kind of thing. "The werewolf was a little unconvinced. This guy Logan said that he was not here to stir up trouble, but as soon as the old man opened his mouth, he said that he would win, which was simply the rhythm of stirring up trouble!

The great mage smiled mysteriously: "Don't try, you will lose one hundred percent." For [time] is your enemy, and I have an infinite amount of [time]. "You're no match for me. He asserted.