Chapter 1225: Rest and Recuperation in the Silent Night (2)

At the same time, Bediwell, who was walking towards the battleship's medical room, was about to enter the corridor in front of the medical room when he ran into the heavenly knight Parin Lore.

"Grand Duke of Parin Lore. The werewolf bowed to the knight.

"Hmm. Parin Lore nodded slightly and walked away, without giving Bediwell a second look. Perhaps, for a big man like him, a small role like a werewolf is simply insignificant.

Without time to dwell on such a thing, Bediwell approached the infirmary. Before the door could be pushed open, Bediwell heard the sound of someone giggling and chatting from the infirmary. This was supposed to be a place for injured candidates to recuperate, and it should be absolutely silent, but I don't know which ignorant fool actually flirted with the nurses and ladies in the medical room in that frivolous tone.

Bediwell pushed the door open and entered, glaring at the people inside. Sure enough, which uninteresting fool is the tiger man young Albert.

"What are you stupid tiger doing with the nurses?" Beddeville gave Al a blank look.

"Hehe, I want you to take care of it. If you look for Elaine, he's in compartment five. The tiger casually gave the werewolf a perfunctory remark and continued to talk to a nurse. The nurse had a huge boobs, though mediocre in appearance—and in that moment, Bedwell finally understood Albert's point in choosing a woman: in short, as long as the breasts were big.

The werewolf glanced at the tiger with disdain, and walked to the compartment on his own. There are more than twenty small cubicles in the medical room, just big enough for a patient, and these are very well ventilated and soundproofed, designed for those who are seriously injured to recuperate quietly without outside distractions - by "outside interference" in this case, of course, mainly referring to the damn bastards like Albert who flirt with the nurses.

"I'm in. The werewolf pushed open the door to the cubicle and walked into the cubicle Elaine was in, "Elaine, are you still resting?" "Uh, I—I'm almost right. "The white bear man is doing some gentle stretching exercises on the bed to soothe his numb body after lying down for a long time.

"Hey, don't push yourself, it's bad if you let the wound tear again. Bediwell hurriedly said: "Even if you have super recovery ability, you should have been exhausted in the combat power just now." "I—I'm fine. The white bear man whispered, stuttering even more severe than usual: "Horses, they can climb and get up right away." I—let's go back to the hotel. "You're not good at all. Bediwell knew that the White Bear was stubborn: "The face is still so bad, it's better to lie down for a while." Lie here for another ten minutes, and I'll come back and pick you up. "But—but—" "When I came here, I met the Heavenly Knight Parin Lore. Did he come to visit you?" asked the werewolf, turning his words around.

"Uh-huh. The white bear man nodded effortlessly, as if there was something hidden that he was not comfortable talking about.

"You owe a debt of gratitude to the Grand Duke of Parinlore. Bediwell continued, "Although your battle with Moren the Scimitar ended with your victory, Morun was not satisfied with the verdict and wanted to kill you who had fainted. It was the Grand Duke of Parinlore who stopped him and saved your life. You owe him his life. "Yes, yes. A flush appeared on Elaine's face, and every time he mentioned the strong men he admired, the White Bear Man would show this shy and envious expression: "Grand Duke of Parinlore" "What is he here for, just to visit you?" Albert suddenly came in from outside the compartment and interrupted.

"No, it's nothing," the White Bear replied hesitantly, his expression clearly not "nothing", but "I can't speak".

So Bediwell gave the tiger a blank look again: "Aren't you busy flirting with the big-breasted nurses? Let's go have a big meal when we get back, I'll treat you. "yes, it's a lobster dinner tonight!" Albert laughed nonchalantly.

"Idiot, who is going to invite you to dinner. If you don't have merit, pay for it yourself!" the werewolf snorted coldly.

Unexpectedly, Albert wiped his nose with a cat's paw and said angrily: "That's okay, anyway, people are already rich meows." "Yes, rich man?" "Hehe, you really don't know Meow, although I also got the information from talking to Miss Nurse just now-" Al looked even more angry, "We can get paid for this competition." Moreover, the higher the ratings of each game, the more we will be paid! Uncle Ben's gorgeous performance this time must have skyrocketed the ratings, hehe, how much money can we make?" "Oh-" Bedivel stretched his face: "There is such a strange rule. This is malicious intent from King Arthur. "Evil, malicious?" Elaine looked puzzled.

"King Arthur's [Battle of the Five Kings] was also performed in full view of millions of people in Great Britain, and of course it was broadcast live on television. The werewolf replied with a little displeasure: "Your Majesty also complained about this kind of clown-like show back then. I didn't expect it to be our turn to experience it for ourselves now. "Whether it's a show or a clown, there's nothing bad about meowing. Albert said proudly: "The purpose is to let people all over the world see our strength, and let the world know that we deserve to be the Knights of the Round Table, right? If you have strength, you should show it to others, otherwise where will the reputation come from, where will the recognition come from?" The werewolf frowned: "But I'd rather keep a low profile, as long as I do my part." "That's why you're willing to hide incognito in the mountains and mountains to be a big savage, huh. Albert seized the opportunity to mock: "Your values have fallen behind for centuries! It's unbelievable that there are still some old-fashioned strange things in modern times!" Bediwell replied disdainfully, following Albert's previous tone.

Bediwell, who had no desire for fame, knew it best. He took part in the trials of the Round Table only to serve the kings he followed, and nothing else. When the end of the day, when King Arthur no longer had the place to be in Bediville, the werewolves would retire and return to the wilderness of the Western Siberian snowfields to live a peaceful life.

Alone.

Yes, because he's already alone, and Lianyin and Husky are no longer there.

"If you don't have the food you really want to eat, you can't be truly powerful. King Arthur's words rang out again from the werewolf's head, pricking Bedeville's nerves.

But what should he do?

People cannot be resurrected after death, and his wife and children, who died under the claws of the White Snow Armor God, cannot appear in this world again. And Bediwell, who is deeply in love with Lianyin, knows that it is impossible to love another woman and organize another family in this life.

There was no hope at all, only a deep despair and loneliness. Bediwell didn't think about this kind of thing subconsciously, and just wanted to live a peaceful life. But since he met Albert again in the wilderness a few months ago, the rhythm of his life has been disrupted, and then there is such a thing as the Round Table Trial, which has forced Bedwell to further introspect.

What did he do to get to this point?-

If you vomit blood like that, you have to fight desperately, what is it to get?

Thinking of this, Bediwell's arm throbbed. His painless arm, which was supposed to be made of Mithril, had brought a throbbing pain to his master!

"Woo" The werewolf covered his left arm hard, trying to suppress the abnormal phantom pain.

"Mr. Bey, Mr. Bedeville?" Elaine exclaimed when she saw the werewolf's sudden paleness.

"Hey, are you alright, cheer up!" Albert also realized that Bediwell's sudden seizure was unusual, and hurriedly held on to the werewolf who was almost collapsing.

"I'm fine," Bediwell sighed heavily, "It's just an old problem, this arm that has long been lost, and occasionally has phantom pains. I'll be fine with a breath of relief, don't worry. "Hmph" Albert muttered, "Anyway, how did I never hear from you, how did that arm become crippled?" "Of course, it is impossible for Bediwell to tell anyone about this. Just seven years ago, in exchange for Arthur's life, the werewolf boy sacrificed his own life, which should have been burned to ashes by the flames of the black immortal bird. However, his brother Papalov also sacrificed his own life, blocking the Black Flame's attack before the Black Immortal took Bediwell's life. As a result, Bediwell not only lost his brother forever, but also his left arm.

His family, his brothers, his wife and his children were all gone.

He has lost so much, and all that is left is outside his body, which is not worth nostalgia.

All his life, he was full of despair, and there was no hope left in his future.

Is such a man surrounded by despair still wanting to become a Knight of the Round Table and fulfill those desires that do not exist at all?

"Mr. Bey, Mr. Beddyville," Elaine struggled to his feet, "I—I'm completely healed, I—let's go back." "We'll wait for you, just lie down a little longer." The werewolf glanced at the white bearman's chest, where a large scar had been blocked, but it was only the outward blockage, and the internal organs should not heal so easily. When the white bear man gets up, he accommodates the wound and exerts his strength, which is the best evidence.

"No, no," Elaine put on her coat, "Why, you can spend it here for a while." Be ready for the next battle!" (If I can have a clear goal like Elaine, I might be able to get stronger.) (What can a person with a desperate fate do to become stronger?)