Chapter 1066: Exploring the Night (19)

The slightly ancient, pitch-black e-ink screen dashboard displays a large string of fluorescent green text with the luminous liquid crystal in it.

Flight records are usually memorized automatically when the rider flies, and the other half is manually corrected by the user, and it is full of technical jargon that only a very few experts can understand. Of course, King Arthur, who was once a servant of a certain knight and served as an iron knight rearman, happened to be one of these insiders.

He knew where to look. After simply glancing at the record, skimming over thousands of lines of inconsequential information, the Knight King fixed his gaze on the last line of the flight log:

This file was recorded on the day of X/X/5XX, and was recorded by the Gaia Knight of the Eastern Heavenly Knights of Pantoraken, Ark du Lac - the string of characters says.

The moment he saw this, the Knight King couldn't help but gasp, and took a deep breath to hide his surprise: "Is this Uncle Ark's Iron Horse!?" "Ark?" Bediwell had just finished checking the engine at the rear of the car, and when he heard King Arthur's exclamation, he couldn't help but stand up and ask, "Are you talking about—that—the Sword Saint Ark?" "Do you know the Sword Saint Ark?" It stands to reason that a young orc who has not been deeply involved in the world can not know what happened in Great Britain more than ten years ago.

The werewolf scratched his head again, he just knew that because Lancelot was the master who taught him swordsmanship, and the sword saint Ark was Lancelot's father.

Of course, he couldn't tell anyone about these things, and no one would believe him when he said it. All he could say about what happened today: "There's nothing you don't know." I had a fight with him at noon today, and I almost died under his sword. Not only the Knight of the Round Table but even King Arthur was shocked: "Uncle Ark is still alive? Bedeville shrugged his shoulders and told him that he had gone out to work today, that he had become a bounty hunter hunting sand sharks in the sea of sand, that his weapons had been stolen at noon, that he had followed the thief to an underground cave, and that he had accidentally run into the sword saint Ark...... This series of experiences was briefly reported to King Arthur.

After hearing this, Arthur frowned: "Sword Saint Ark has also fallen." I wonder what Lancelot would think if he knew about it?" "It's better not to let Count Lancelot know. Kador also frowned deeply, and dismantled the iron rider's voyage recorder with his hands: "It's useless for you to keep this thing, I'll take it, okay?" "Whatever you want." The werewolf nodded perfunctorily, thoughtfully. Now it seems that this iron horse, which originally belonged to the Sword Saint Ack, is probably something that Ake left behind when he was in Egypt - and it may even be that the Sword Saint Arthur was forced to sell it for his livelihood.

"The Reincarnation of Karma...... "King Arthur sighed too, thinking the same thing as Bedeville. Twelve years is a cycle. Twelve years ago, the traitor of the kingdom who nearly brought down Camilo, the Sword Saint Ark, should have been executed. Why such a man was exiled in Egypt, and why he was bumped into by Bediville, this qiē can only be explained by fate.

"Kador, gather the knights and set up a search party to search for the whereabouts of the Sword Saint Ark. King Arthur commanded, "But beware of secrecy, and if you encounter Ark, do not engage him." I will capture him alive. "Yes, Your Majesty. The Knight of the Round Table took off the tachograph of the Iron Rider and held it in his arms, and saluted the Knight King: "Your subordinates will go and prepare." "And you, Beddyville. As Cador walked away, Arthur glanced at the werewolf again, "Before you go back, I have one more thing I want to ask you for." It's a commission. "Commission, commission?" Bediwell looked at King Arthur incredulously, a little flattered: "What commission? Your Majesty, you have so many heartfelt knights to help you, do you still need to borrow my power?" "Well, because this is my private matter, I don't want to trouble the people in the Knights." King Arthur smiled at the werewolf, his smile with kindness and extra scheming: "And you seem to be having your luck lately? You have met the once-in-a-millennium golden worm, and the sword master Ark has also met you, and God knows what else will happen to you? In order to find [that thing] in the vast desert, let me borrow your good luck." "That's just superstition. Bediwell was not interested in the matter of luck, and he just asked lightly, "Arthur, what are you looking for?" Legend has it that in the Sahara Desert, an ultra-rare plant that blooms every 3,000 years, [Desert Rose]. The Knight King smiled, "The seventh anniversary of my marriage to Greenville is approaching, and I want to give her a special gift." "I see. Bedwell nodded: "Queen Greenville has been a little princess since she was a child, and she has enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and ordinary treasures can't impress her. That's why you want to get this rarity? "That's right—don't laugh!" Even though he was ordered not to laugh, Bedwell gave the Knight King a wicked smile: "Arthur, you are so many. ...... It's not like you at all!" "Speak as if you know me very well. The Knight King retorted with a stretched face.

"Poof. Bediwell hurriedly covered his mouth: "Okay, I'll take your commission." When are you going to go in search of the Desert Rose?" King Arthur shrugged: "Actually, I don't have the full news of the Desert Rose, and I need to continue to find out the information." Anyway, I'll be looking for you tomorrow morning. "Tomorrow... But I have business tomorrow, and I have to take Segrade to the black market in Cairo, and I have to go to Zvar. Bedivir remembered his agreement with Odin's father and the thief brother who stayed in the underground caverns of Zvar: "It could take half a day. "It's okay, I'll follow you. King Arthur nodded and said, "You have a means of transportation, it should be easy to get in and out." It won't take too long. Bediwell thought it was right. Today they crossed the Sand Sea by sand boat, from Cairo to Zwar, which took about two hours. At that time, the sand ships were full of cargo and the speed was quite slow. In practice, Bediwell's Iron Rider should be much faster than the Sand Boat.

Werewolves have only one thing left to worry about.

"I just hope that when we cross the desert, we won't be attacked by sand sharks. He subconsciously scratched his body, the monster's blood was still sticking to his silver hair, itchy and uncomfortable: "I spent the whole day in the blood rain of the sand shark today, and I really don't want to encounter this experience again." "You're just ignorant, Bediwell. The Knight King grinned mischievously: "The blood of the desert demon shark is said to have an aphrodisiac effect, and it is very effective when applied externally and internally. "I don't need this, my [yang] is strong enough, thank you. The werewolf replied helplessly.

There was silence.

"So...... The van was rented, and now it's useless, please help me get it back?" Bediville commanded.

"Yes. Arthur replied briefly.

"So...... Shall I go?" Bediwell went over and opened the door to the mechanical warehouse, intending to leave the warehouse on iron riding.

"Oh, goodbye, and good night. Arthur said goodbye coldly.

The werewolf was silent for a moment, and as soon as he approached his iron horseman, he turned to the knight king and said, "Arthur...... Don't you have anything to say to me?" "No, what's wrong?" the Knight King still had a cold attitude.

"Hmm...... Bediwell frowned again.

Seeing the werewolf's confused look, King Arthur couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing King Arthur laughing, Bediwell, who knew that he was being teased, couldn't help but laugh.

The two looked at each other and smirked for about a minute, before Bediwell covered his sore stomach and whispered, "Arthur, you are so bad!" "Huhu, I'm sorry, because you've been lacking roots, I can't help but want to tease you." The Knight King laughed mischievously, and his colleague held out his hand to the werewolf: "Long time no see, Bedeville." It's good to see you again, my friend. Bediwell smiled softly, too, and if he could, he would have stuck out his tongue like a puppy and wagged his tail at King Arthur. But he just stretched out his hand and shook the hand of the Knight King in a low-key manner: "Me too, Arthur." It's good to see you again. It's great that you're still as approachable as ever. "Am I?" Arthur was stunned thoughtfully for half a second, "whatever...... It seems like you're going to wake up early tomorrow, so you can go back and rest first. We have a whole day to do it tomorrow, and we don't rush it. "Hmm!" the werewolf nodded vigorously and jumped onto his iron horse, "Goodnight, then, Arthur." "Good night, Beddyville. Arthur opened the door of the warehouse completely, "See you tomorrow." The werewolf activated the Iron Rider's engine, and the electromagnetic engine created a slight levitation force that lifted the vehicle two feet above the ground. Whoosh - Propelled by the engine, the werewolf's iron rider scurried out of the warehouse, flew out along the battleship's tactical deck, and landed lightly in the clearing.

"What is the relationship between His Majesty and that werewolf?" "Cador, who had just returned, looked at the silver light that the iron rider had walked away, and complained with a little confusion: "I'm a little too spoiled by him." This may not be fair to other candidates, right?" King Arthur defended himself, "No. We provide him with only the most basic conveniences, and do not constitute favoritism. "Oh, so you weren't partial to the fact that you gave them weapons before?" asked Kador asked.

"It's just a little help for Palamides, and it has nothing to do with Bedeville. The Knight King put on his half-covered mask again, revealing half of his face to hide the subtle look on his face: "Don't go too deep into this matter, Kador. The kid was a friend of mine, and that's all. This sentence couldn't help but make the Knight of the Round Table even more confused. As a friend, Werewolf Bediwell and Arthur seem to have a rather close relationship. But in the impression of Kador, King Arthur never seemed to have such a werewolf friend. The fact that Bediwell seemed to be a "friend" of King Arthur out of thin air was so strange.