Chapter 1701: Staggered Meeting (56)

"Prisoner?" Bediwell frowned, "Why my ship? Does my ship look like a prison?"

"It's because it doesn't look like a prison that it's suitable for this person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The Knight King smiled mysteriously, "This prisoner ...... Sensitive. I still have important information to get out of that person's mouth, but I can't force it. It's better to find a place where you can eat well, live well, have enough space, and have surveillance 24 hours a day, and place him in it. The Attack on the Paramides was a mixed bag, making it not a good choice. Your boat is empty enough to be the first choice. ＂

"Are you sure...... Bediwell wondered: "There are a few new crew members here------"

Then the werewolf paused and thought about it, and then said, "Well, it's not a crew. Basically, they eat idle meals. But they will go in and out of the boat. ＂

"Are they all people you know?" Arthur asked, "can you be trusted?"

"It's all people I know. Logan, Zhalfir, and the other guy I met before. "And Albert and his friends will probably be in and out of my ship as well, and they're going to use the medical cabin here." ＂

"Is it just these people? That shouldn't be a problem. The Knight King replied.

Bediwell frowned again in confusion: "Arthur, who the hell did you arrest and come back? Is it dangerous? Will you tear down my ship if you make a fuss?"

"Hahahaha------ you're thinking too much, Beddivi. Arthur burst into laughter: "Whether that person is dangerous or not, wait until you can confirm it with your own eyes." ＂

"Okay. Bediwell always felt that he was being tricked by Arthur, but he still sighed: "Bring him here first, and see how it goes." ＂

"Very good. The details will be discussed when we meet and talk. The Knight King reached to the table to cut off the communication, and then he suddenly added, "Bedi, please put your pants on before we meet." ＂

"Long-winded!" the werewolf youth cut off the communication angrily.

Ten minutes later, on the deck of the Ship of the Desert. Sure enough, the Knight King came with someone in a transport boat. As the night was getting darker and the transports were not adequately lit, Bediwell could not see the man behind King Arthur from a distance, but vaguely judged that the man seemed to be a short man. The climate in Africa is hot, and the desert is strong in terms of wind and sand, and in order to adapt to the environment, the average height of the desert inhabitants is on the short side, which is much shorter than that of Great Britain and even other Europeans.

At first, Bediwell was because it was an African captured by King Arthur, but when the transport boat approached, Bedivel saw that the so-called "prisoner" behind the Knight King was actually a child.

"Here we are. The Knight King jumped down from the transport, reached for the child, and said, "This is Captain Bedigwell." ＂

"Oh. The boy snorted, looking a little scared, and looked at the werewolf youth with a slightly frightened gaze. Now Bedwelle has just finished taking a shower, and the hair on his body is still sticky into locks, and his silver wolf fur glows pale blue in the night, making Bedeville look like he has steel spikes all over his body, which is indeed a little scary.

And Bediwell looked at the child. At first glance, he almost thought that King Arthur had picked up a branch of wood in the forest. The imp was really thin, though not to the point of being completely skinny, but his arms were not as thick as the two fingers of Bedwell combined, and the werewolf had a serious suspicion that the imp would be blown away by a gust of wind on the Red Sea.

In addition to being skinny, this kid is really dirty, dirty and dirty. He was gray-headed, and the skin all over his body felt pale and dull, but the black unidentified dirt stuck to it made him look dull gray-black. Bediwell could see that the child had lived in an underground world where no sunlight could be found all year round, so his skin should have been extraordinarily fair, but the whiteness of his body was covered by the blackened stain, and only occasionally one or two slightly whiter areas were exposed, like the white spots on a psoriasis patient, which looked very ugly. After looking at the child's dirty face and arms, the werewolf youth subconsciously stopped looking at his hair, although the greasy and unkempt black hair still caught Bediwell's vision from time to time, spicy werewolf eyes.

"Wow...... It's dirty...... Bediwell couldn't help but complain: "And, have we met somewhere?"

"What?" the little boy snorted, tilting his head, indicating that he did not understand Bediwell's words. Of course, he had never seen Bediwell, but Bedivir had indeed seen this little ghost------ Bediwell's previous artificial spirit used for long-distance reconnaissance to find people in the capital of South Africa, and as a result, he ran into this suspicious imp who used his combat skills to win the ring match.

At this moment, Bediwell also remembered this. The moment he remembered it, he couldn't help but exclaim, and turned to look at Arthur with wide eyes: "Could this kid be ------?"

"Let's go into the ship, shall we?" The Knight King had actually already walked towards the entrance on the deck that connected to the interior of the ship, "By the way, is there a place in your ship where I can take a bath?"

"There is a bath------ Bediwell was about to say that there was a bathhouse in the ship, but he suddenly thought that Elaine was bathing in the bathhouse, and the White Bear Man might now become a White Shark Man who was not close to anyone, which was very dangerous, so he immediately changed his words and said: "This little imp can go to my captain's room to wash." ＂

"Alright, then let's talk in the captain's room. King Arthur nodded. Waved the child to follow. The little boy had a reluctant look on his face, but he kept up.

They walked as fast as they could, and at once they reached the captain's lounge in Bedeville.

"Over there. The werewolf youth pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "You can wash it yourself, right?"

"I don't want to take a shower...... The thin boy muttered in not very standard English, "And I didn't bring a change of clothes with you when I came with you...... ＂

"You're just a little kid, and when you come out, wrap a bath towel around your body and you're done, tangled up with something. Bediwell glared at the imp, "Go wash it up! you're dirty, you're going to stain the floor of my room!"

"Hmph------" The thin boy reluctantly walked to the bathroom.

"Eve, call some scarab golems to help this little imp bathe. He is all dirty out of habits, a person will definitely be sloppy, it is impossible to wash his body clean. Bediwell added.

"Understood, Captain Bedwell. So the ship's artificial intelligence navigation system, Eve, summoned four scarab golems.

"Hey, there's an aunt talking?" the little boy looked curiously at his surroundings: "Is Auntie hiding somewhere to peek at us?"

"It's an artificial intelligence, don't care. Bediwell explained angrily.

"What is Artificial Intelligence?"

"Whew...... Go take a shower!" said Beddivi angrily, and the little imp ran into the bathroom in fright. The four golden scarab golems followed.

"Eve, lock the bathroom door and tell the imp that he is not allowed to come out without washing it. Bediwell instructed, "Also, is the soundproofing of the bathroom okay?"

"After the sound attenuation ability is strengthened by the force field, it can be completely soundproofed. Eve replied.

"Very well, let's do it. The werewolf youth sat down at the table next to him: "Arthur, is that kid really ------??"

The Knight King also sat down and began to speak, "That's right, the one you found earlier. Our men brought him over in the streets of the Rotten Swamp. ＂

Bedeville shuddered: "So, that means you have captured the Sword Saint Ark as well?"

"No, not at all. Arthur smiled bitterly: "First of all, the old man who lived with that kid and taught him combat skills was actually not Uncle Ark of the Sword Saint at all. Second, our plan failed, and the old man fled. ＂

Bediwell frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

King Arthur shrugged his shoulders and recounted the capture of the sword saint Joseph. As he listened, the look on Bediwell's face changed from confusion to astonishment, and then from astonishment to anger.

"How can you fight such a dangerous opponent alone!" After listening to King Arthur's narration, Beddiwell couldn't help it: "At least call me! If I use the tungsten tortoise tongue whip to assist you, that old man has no chance to hurt you!"

"Well, God knows. The Knight King smiled indifferently: "I'm facing Great Britain------ no, one of the strongest sword saints in the history of Pantoraken, Joseph Pantoracan." Grandpa, he was born with the [True Eye], and with his acquired mental eye technique, it is estimated that any sneak attack will be difficult to help him. ＂

In fact, when King Arthur and the sword saint Joseph fought each other, Arthur could only use powerful and wide-ranging attacks to force the opponent to eat hard moves, trying to push the old man Joseph's dodge ability to the limit. There is only that kind of "attack that can never be dodged", and there is a chance to hurt the sword saint Joseph.

"I don't really understand. Arthur, don't you know how to use Vision, wouldn't it be better if you used VisionSight to fight him?" Bediwell frowned and asked, "And isn't Visionsight the same technique used to observe the photon world, and how can it be helpful in battle?"

"Because there's [hint]. ＂

"Hint?"

"That's right, it's [hint]. The Knight King smiled bitterly and said, "[True Eye]------ that is probably the most coveted ability of all the warriors in the world.

Because [the gods] will give all kinds of [hints] to the owner of this talent in battle. ＂