Chapter 1238: Rest and Recuperation in the Silent Night (15)

At the same time outside Ethenburg on the west coast.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bediver, was rescued from the sea by Naxandrona, and as soon as she came ashore, she coughed violently, trying to spit out all the water that had choked on her lungs.

"It's useless, I'm not young, but I can't even swim. The mermaid said. For merfolk who are born swimmers, the landlubber of Bediville is a wreck.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!—whether or not it is a landlubber has nothing to do with age, thank you. The werewolf finally cleaned up the hardest thing to spit out in his lungs, and he seemed to vomit out a slimy and hairy thing, which he himself thought was really disgusting, and quickly turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it.

After being able to catch his breath, the werewolf found that he was emitting a fishy smell like a dead fish, which was extremely unpleasant. He looked at the murky west coast and complained, "I've only been soaking in the sea for a while, why does it stink like this?" "Nasandrona was busy spraying herself with some kind of deodorizing perfume. The special perfume she uses for mermaids is specially designed to counteract the fishy smell. In order to save the werewolf who fell into the sea, she used ice magic to create ice floes on the water, and her body did not come into direct contact with the seawater, but her clothes were inevitably a little wet by the tide of Lang flowers. And she is meticulous and trying to cover up the slightest fishy smell on her clothes with perfume.

"What do you mean?" "As you can see, our battleship was attacked by the enemy, and its hull was so damaged that it had to be stopped on the west coast for repairs. Nassandrona continued to spray the perfume, and the smell of the perfume grew stronger, making Bedeville's nose itch, "But the noise of the renovation seems to have attracted a large number of sea beasts. We had no choice but to slaughter a bunch here. Their flesh and blood sank on the West Coast, and the smell of dead fish was not expected to dissipate in a few days. "Do you want to use it? Naxandrona handed the perfume bottle to Bedeville: "But you've been soaked in that kind of sea water now, I guess ten bottles of perfume can't hide the smell, right?" Bediwell gave Nasandrona a blank look: "What kind of perfume does a big man wear?" Now he just wants to complete the physical examination as much as possible, and then go back to the hotel to take a beautiful shower and wash away all the dirt and smell on his body.

Nasandrona also gave the werewolf a blank look: "What a vulgar [stinky] man." I really don't understand why someone like you is a friend of His Royal Highness the Prince. The werewolf was immediately upset: "Nonsense, when did I become friends with that kind of guy!" "Isn't it?" Your Highness cares so much about you" "He just cares about the mystery on me. Bediwell said disapprehantly, "If it weren't for the fact that there are still so many mysteries in me that have not yet been solved, that guy would have wanted to kill me right away." "Hmph, maybe. Nasandrona hummed thoughtfully. The woman's intuition told her that the relationship between Bedwell and Prince Tristan was not so simple. However, things are too complicated to see through.

"Then please. Ivan seemed to have just finished contacting the people of the Western Knights on the phone, and he hung up the call and turned to the werewolf and said, "Keep up, we will have a medical examination in the medical room in the East Wing." "Hello!" Bediwell sneezed, his nose stuffy and runny from the irritation of the cold, dirty water, and even his voice was a little abnormal: "Whatever you want, just hurry up and get it done!" "Then follow along." Ivan had already taken a step and was heading in the direction of Ethenburg.

"Prince Ivan. Naxandrona followed closely and asked in a few words, "Aren't you going to visit your wife when you come back to Attenburg?"

"Let's get back to it. Evan ignored Bedeville and replied indifferently: "Now take this guy to solve it first, oh no, physical examination" "Hey, did you just want to say [Solution.Section]?" Bedeville was even more unhappy when he heard Even's slip of the tongue.

The half-dragon youth sneered in response, and the knights in charge of the guard opened the door and let everyone enter the base. As a mermaid and unable to use magic in the castle, Naxandrona is a little inconvenient to move, and her steps are gradually falling behind. And the werewolf also seized the freedom of this quarter of an hour, taking the opportunity to observe and inspect this ancient castle as he walked.

At least seven years apart. When Beddyville first came to Ethenburg, he was just a little furry boy who was not yet fully sensible. At that time, Arthur happened to bring Bedeville here to rummage through the information of the deep sea trolls, trying to hunt the deep sea trolls, and using the materials obtained to repair the broken golden trident of the merfolk people. It was in this place where fates converged that Bedeville and the others met Evan, a half-dragon boy who was the keeper of the lighthouse.

Bediwell couldn't help but glance at Evan. This guy was a miscellaneous little ghost seven years ago, and he had to bow down when he met someone with a slightly higher status. Unexpectedly, seven years later, Evan had become a prince.

Wait a minute. Prince-Bediwell's wolf ears moved.

"There's one thing I've always wanted to ask. The werewolf took a step up a spiral staircase, and said as he went, "Why are you [Prince], why have you and Tristan always been called brothers?" That's what you said. Although Bediwell could only see the back of Evan who was walking in the front, it could be seen from the tone of the half-dragon youth that Ivan must be quite displeased: "This is a bad fate. My goddamn pervert dad fell in love with Her Majesty the Queen of Iceland at that age. And then they got married. "Damn—" Bediwell sighed under his breath. The Duke of Euns, the knight of heaven, has a leg with the Queen of Iceland? However, Euns is at least sixty years old, and his two sons (Oyun and Evan) are so old - how lustful must this old man be when he is sixty years old to come to the second (third?) spring?!

"And they didn't just get married, they actually had a baby. Evan continued, "That little imp should be in Attenburg by now, staying with my dad." Bediwell frowned: "Is it a boy?" "Boy. Or rather, the Fish-Man. Ivan walked up the stairs into a long corridor and replied, "So the Kingdom of Iceland has a second prince, and suddenly there is a legitimate heir to the throne." Do you know what that means?" Bediwell's heart sank again. That's right, the newly-born prince will compete with Tristan for the throne of the Kingdom of Iceland. Tristan, who was supposed to be loved by thousands of people, now has a competitor. No wonder the temper of the fish-man prince Tristan has become so bad!

Don't look at the kid who is still young. The mermaid has a long life, and the Queen of Iceland is still a long way from abdicating! By the time the Queen is about to abdicate, the second prince is old enough to be a threat to Tristan's throne!

No wonder Tristan and Evan's relationship is so bad, although they are "brothers". This is indeed a bad relationship. The marriage of the Grand Duke of Graces and the Queen of Iceland was, perhaps, not approved by anyone but the two parties.

"You're so weird. Evan paused and glanced back at Bedeville, "You know so much about our past, but you don't seem to know anything about what has happened in recent years. The news of Daddy's marriage to the Queen of Iceland must have been hyped all over Europe, right? The same is true of Calvin's birth, which Iceland and Great Britain celebrated. "Well, but I've been hiding in the mountains for the past seven years, not asking about the world?" Ivan pushed the frame of his glasses with his middle finger.

"Hide in the mountains and don't ask about the world. The werewolf nodded in reply.

"Would anyone believe such a ridiculous reason?" Evan glared at Bediwell.

"Believe it or not. The werewolf also glared at the half-dragon youth: "Didn't you want to take me to the medical room for a physical examination? Why did you stop?" "Because this is the medical room." Evan reached out and pushed the door.

In a small but rather dark room, there was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant water. The fishy smell of Bediwell's body had been irritating the werewolf's nose, so that even his sense of smell had become extremely dull, so he couldn't smell the disinfectant through the door.

"Oh, are you coming?" someone was already waiting in the infirmary, an elderly doctor. The old man, dressed in a white robe, almost gave the illusion of seeing a ghost in the darkness.

"Doctor, I'll leave this guy to you. Evan nudged Bedeville, "Check him thoroughly from beginning to end to see what secrets he has hidden in his body." "Leave it to me. When the doctor walked up, he still had a fist-sized syringe in his hand: "Take off your pants and start drawing blood." Bediwell's face changed, and only now did he begin to regret it: "Ugh. Must, draw so much blood?!" The old medic looked obviously happy, holding a huge syringe and approaching Bediville step by step: "Of course. If you don't have enough blood samples, how can you do a detailed examination?--you, press him to the hospital bed. Don't struggle, it'll be done quickly. "Hehe" Ivan held Bediwell with one hand, pressing the werewolf heavily against the edge of the bed, and the other hand had already ripped off the werewolf's pants.

"Wait! don't—" bediwell pleaded, blushing.

Before the werewolf could struggle, the huge syringe was already stuck in his wolf's ass!

"Whoa, whoa, a