Chapter 1233: Rest in the Silent Night (10)

At the same time, Bediwell in the Grand Hotel Cairo.

The werewolf helped Elaine the White Bear Man to sit down on the couch and commanded, "I'll go out for a while, you can take care of yourself, right?" The White Bear Man touched his belly and replied softly. I don't know if it's because of the fatigue of today's battle, or because of injuries, or simply because I'm full of food and sleepiness, Elaine seems very unmotivated.

"Well, you should take a shower and go to bed. Lock the door, and don't care if anyone knocks. I have a key card with me, and I'll open the door myself when I come back. Bediwell put the blanket over Elaine, tidied up, and headed out the door.

"That, that," the White Bear Man whispered, "No, don't come back too late." "Got it. Bediwell snorted and pushed the door open. Elaine's guy is like a child who hasn't grown up, and he always needs someone to take care of him, which makes people feel uneasy.

Leave Elaine's little fool aside. The werewolf stepped out of the room and paused for a moment in the quiet hallway of the hotel. He had a whole bunch of things to worry about next.

For tomorrow's search for the [Ship of the Desert], Bediwell must borrow an artifact. That's the ancient artifact that the werewolves previously disdained and belonged to the merfolk clan - [Metal Detector]. Only with the help of probes can the whereabouts of the golden ship be found in the vast sea of sand. There is no other way.

The problem is, Beddivi had been destroying the artifact before, saying it was so useless that it was just a superstitious thing - and in doing so, it angered Tristan and Evan. Whatever Bediwell and the two men's feast may be, how can they persuade these stubborn fellows to borrow the artifact from them once more?

Bedwell sighed and walked towards Tristan and Ivan's room. Even if it would be very embarrassing, even if he had expected to be ridiculed by the two of them, he still had to do what he had to do, and Bediwell had to bite the bullet and borrow the artifact.

Ding dong. After the doorbell was pressed, there was a low noise in the hotel room. But no one answered.

Ding-dong, ding-dong. The werewolf pressed twice more in a row.

Still no one answered. At this time, Tristan and Evan should rest in their room, and they have nowhere else to go, right?

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Bediville continued to ring the doorbell. Those two playboys, shouldn't they really go out to play?

"It's coming. Don't bother!" Finally someone responded, it was Tristan's voice. The door was opened at once, and the moment it opened, Tristan's red color startled Bedeville.

"Wow?!——" The werewolf cried out in surprise as he thought the bright red color on the fish-man prince's body was bloodstains. But his cry was immediately stopped by Tristan, and the mer-man prince covered Bediwell's mouth with one hand, and said viciously, "What's the name of the late night, come in!" "But, you—" Bediwell glanced at the other man again.

Tristan's overalls turned out to be not bloodstains, but bright red oil paint. Although he still has other colors of paint stuck to him, Tristan has a clear preference for red, so much so that the proportion of red oil paint stuck to his body is larger than that of any other color. In the middle of the night, this Hongyan ran out to answer the door, wondering if he didn't scare people to death.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Bediwell, puzzled.

"Painting, are you blind?" Tristan pushed the werewolf away and walked back to the side hall of the room. There was a floor of newspapers, and in the middle of an easel stood an unfinished oil painting.

"When did you have such a leisurely mood?" said Bediwell, who was even more puzzled, and took a closer look at the painting. The woman in the painting is quite beautiful, but it is very strange to the werewolf, and Bediwell has never seen her. Moreover, Tristan seemed to hate this woman, and he did not paint this picture to show the beauty of this woman, but to paint her bloodied head, and her whole body was wrapped in a bright and dazzling red, which was simply terrifying.

"It's unfinished work, don't look at it. Tristan covered the painting with a cloth and glared at the werewolf with displeasure: "Why did you come to me? I'm busy, let's make a long story short." "Hmph" Bediwell found a wooden chair to sit down on the side, and said hesitantly, "I actually just wanted to ask if the [metal detector] you used yesterday is still there?" "You want to borrow the merfolk treasure, [metal detector]?" Tristan glared at Bediwell again, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Well, you know, that thing didn't help in finding water, but it did manage to find the golden ship yesterday, and thanks to it, I was even [kidnapped] by the Desert Ship once, and even my iron rider was left in the golden ship's mechanical warehouse. I've got to get it back" "Hmph!" Tristan looked at Bedwell with a cold expression, and took off his overalls stained by oil paint, revealing a crisp short suit underneath: "I knew that it would be good for you to come to the door suddenly." Well, I'll lend you. The werewolf sighed impatiently: "I knew it wouldn't be that simple. But you're going to have to lend me—huh, wait?" he had already devised a million excuses to convince Prince Tristan to lend him the artifact. Unexpectedly, Tristan's answer was unexpected by Bedwell, and he actually agreed?!

"Wait, you're willing to lend me the metal detector?!lend me the metal detector without saying anything?!" "What are you surprised about?" Tristan looked at Bedeville like a bedbug: "You saved me when I was seriously injured last night and needed a blood transfusion, and this is just a favor for you." Don't think I'm willing to help you. "Hey-hee-" Bediwell laughed suddenly, Tristan was really hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, exactly the same as when he was a child.

"However, the metal detector has been returned to my battleship, and it is not so easy to get hold of. The Fish-Man Prince's eyes rolled: "If you want, you can, you have to come with me, and you have to undergo a thorough physical examination to prove that you are really qualified to use our clan's treasure." In this case, you can also borrow the detector. "I see, it's a bureau. Bedivel stretched his face. Bedeville's ability to use a metal detector that only merfolk royals can use, and his ability to transfuse blood to Prince Tristan, is a mystery. Tristan may have tried to find out the secrets hidden in the werewolf's body through a thorough physical examination of Bediwell.

"So treacherous. Bediwell frowned.

"It's just an equivalent exchange. The merfolk prince looked at the werewolf with emotion: "What you borrowed is the ancient artifact of the mermaid clan, and it is worth a lot of money. Just surveying your body from the inside out is actually quite cheap. Bediwell crossed his arms and made a gesture of uncompromise: "I don't think those two iron rods can be so good." Tristan crossed his arms and made a gesture of reluctance to compromise: "If you don't think it's useful, don't come and borrow it from me." "Uh!" a bruise appeared on the werewolf's forehead, but he instantly swallowed his anger back: "If it's good, check it." (How about letting you check enough.) Anyway, you will never be able to understand the secrets in my body. "Alright, let's go. Tristan picked up a light robe from a nearby hanger and draped it on, ready to leave.

"Now?!" "Now, of course. The Fish-Man Prince looked at the werewolf with a foolish look: "A full physical examination will probably take an hour. The number jù analysis takes longer. Go now and get the results tomorrow morning. You're going to leave early tomorrow morning with a metal detector, aren't you?" "But now!?" Bediwell repeated, "Go to your ship now?!" "What are you flustering about, idiot?" The Fish-Man Prince pressed the button on the Demon Sealing Bracelet and opened a portal: "Go to the battleship of Great Britain from here, and then use the teleportation system to go back to Great Britain, and you will reach your destination immediately." "Did they give us permission to use the teleportation system?!" "This is [official business], and the approval will be sent out right away." Tristan was unexpectedly bold: "Ivan and I have been back and forth several times in order to get the metal detector before, what are you afraid of." (Turns out Palamides isn't the only madman here.) There are more people abusing the teleportation system. "Evan, what are you doing? Tristan shouted in the direction of the bedroom.

"Well, can't you just let me be quiet. The half-dragon young man was lying on his bed, notebook and pen in hand, as if he was busy writing something.

"I can't go back to [Ice Crystal] alone, it's going to make people suspicious. Tristan said without emotion: "We have to go together, and you will take responsibility for the accident." "Selfish bastard!" said Evan, who was so angry that smoke rose above his head.

"Uh, are you writing a report?" Seeing Evan's preoccupied look, Bediwell couldn't help but ask more.

"That idiot is writing a novel. Tristan said coldly: "And it's a vulgar and old-fashioned chivalric novel." That kind of stuff no one wants to read at all. Ivan dropped his work (chores) and glared at the fish-man prince dissatisfied: "I want you to take care of it!" A drop of helpless sweat broke out from the corner of Bediwell's forehead. One is drawing, the other is writing novels, and Tristan and Evan are really literary. Don't they have anything else to do? So confident, they don't have to worry about the preparation for the competition?

"Let's go. Before the werewolf could resist, Tristan grabbed Bedeville's arm and jumped into the portal together.