Chapter 1222 Selection in the Ring (Fifty-Three)

British Battleship [Attack on Palamides], infirmary.

Elaine, the white bear, slowly opened her eyes, only to feel that her whole body was eroded by pain. The battle just now left him covered in injuries, so it's no wonder that it doesn't hurt.

But a pair of hands were moving slowly, carefully bandaging Elaine's wounds. A mild, cool and comfortable potion was applied to the white bearman's burn-and-cut body, greatly relieving the pain. With such skillful medical care and such a quick and meticulous wound treatment, it is by no means ordinary people who can do it.

"Kang," Elaine said as soon as she could see the scene.

"Don't speak. Constantine stopped the White Bear Man: "Your injuries are very serious, it's not good to tear the wound with casual talk." "Uh," the White Bear Man swallowed the words back into his stomach and watched silently as Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, helped him bandage his wounds.

For Elaine, Constantine is one of the few friends the White Bear has known since childhood. On the night before the Round Table Trial began, old friends met again, and the estrangement between them should have been dissolved.

But why? Elaine could clearly tell from the other party's taut face that Constantine didn't seem to be very happy?

The white bear man was very concerned, and just now he wanted to ask his friend why he was upset. But Constantine ordered the White Bears to stop talking, and Elaine's attempt to ask was interrupted.

The atmosphere was terrible. The white bear man looked at Yiqiqi quietly, but cold sweat broke out all the time on his forehead. Sure enough, because Constantine is one of the examiners of this exam, isn't it convenient to be close to Elaine?

No, it's not. There are no bystanders around. The medical room was divided into compartments, and Elaine, who was very injured, was assigned to this compartment to receive medical treatment in case she was disturbed by other candidates. Only the White Bear and Constantine were left in the compartment.

So, is Constantine really angry about something else?

Almost dressed Elaine, Constantine suddenly noticed the wandering gaze of the White Bear Man, and glared at Elaine fiercely, "Do you have anything to say?" "But, but" Elaine replied hesitantly.

"If you have something to say, just say it. With super resilience, you are healing your wounds all the time, and you won't die if you say a few words. Constantine glared at the White Bear Man again.

"Okay, okay," Elaine whispered, "I—I just wanted to ask Constantine if you're angry?" "yes, I'm angry. As if waiting for the White Bear Man to ask this question, the Knight of the Round Table did not evade it at all, and directly said his thoughts: "You are a bastard, why don't you make me angry with you?" "Huh!?" Elaine shuddered as if she had been pricked by a needle, and asked tremblingly, "Yes, I'm sorry! I, did I do something wrong?" Konstantin looked around instantly, and after making sure that there was no one around, he glared at the White Bear Man again, and said faintly: "You have done too many things wrong, and you can't count them all." But if you really want to say it, the most wrong thing you did was not to treat me as a friend. "W-what?!" Elaine only felt confused, and showed an innocent look on her face: "I'm just, I'm not" After tying the last bandage in a knot, Konstantin stopped. He sat in front of the hospital bed with his arms crossed, and put on a high posture: "Remember what you said to me the night we went to dinner? Elaine remembered what she had said before, and gasped, and her face instantly turned pale: "You, do you know?" "Of course I know, you idiot. Constantine said emotionlessly: "Originally, what His Majesty King Arthur listened to in his private interview with the candidates would not be told to the other Knights of the Round Table until the last moment. But after watching your match and seeing that you could even risk your life to win, I knew that you were not going to participate in the Round Table Trial to become stronger. In the end, I couldn't help but ask His Majesty. For the sake of your friendship with me, Your Majesty told me of your wishes. "Oh no—" Elaine was even more embarrassed.

"So I said, you're a complete bastard. Constantine angrily scolded, "Uncle Bols didn't notify me to help if something happened to him." Even the true purpose of participating in the round table trial is not to tell me, but to hide it in my heart. I thought we were friends. But you don't seem to treat me as a friend, and you don't even tell me about such an important matter—" "No! no!" Elaine hurriedly interrupted, "But at that time, you, you said that you were the examiner of the round table test, the trial, and you couldn't be right and show favoritism to me!" "That and this are completely different things!" Constantine roared angrily, "Uncle Bols is in crisis and needs to be rescued, you could have just told me the truth." In that case, even without the help of the Knights of the Round Table Mutual Aid Program, I will definitely find a way to help you, and may even send my Knights to get things done within my ability. Now it's good. You have told King Arthur about this as your [wish], and this has officially become your purpose for taking this exam, and it has been recorded. Next, even if I want to help you, it's not easy to make a move. "Why?!" "No, why, that's the rule." Constantine stretched his face: "This rule is to prevent the Knights of the Round Table from helping the candidates out of personal affairs. All in all, if I had to go to the rescue of Uncle Bors, my Knights of the Round Table would have been disqualified. No. I can't even go on with the knights of Great Britain -- do you think I'm stupid enough to let myself fall into disrepute just to help a friend I've had a childhood friendship with for a few months?" "Constantine" The White Bear Man looked at his friend in despair: "I really don't, I didn't know it was going to cause you this, so much trouble It seems that I, I'm going to retreat myself-" "Are you stupid!" The young Knight of the Round Table slapped the White Bear Man in the face: "Do you really think I'm the kind of person who forgets his righteousness?" Even if you are ruined, I still plan to help you!" "W-what?!" "Even if I can't continue to be a Knight of the Round Table or maybe even a Knight of Great Britain, I'll go with you to save Uncle Bors." Constantine repeated calmly.

"Concom" Elaine choked up before she could finish what she had to say. Tears flowed from the corners of the White Bear Man's eyes, and he was too excited to speak.

"What are you crying about, you idiot. The young Knight of the Round Table snorted in a low voice, "I am not unfamiliar with the title of Knight of the Round Table, but I just take it by the way when the opportunity comes." If I had to choose between helping a friend and keeping my reputation, I would definitely choose the former. So, Elaine, don't push yourself too hard. You're not alone. "Thank you, thank you" The White Bear Man's words became more and more vague, and he couldn't cry at the moment.

"However, it is true that I am the only one, and if I can't use the power of the Holy Spirit, it is obviously a bit lacking in combat power, which makes people feel uncertain. Constantine patted the White Bear Man on the shoulder like a child, "So, Elaine, there are two paths before you: either you will be defeated from this exam and let me, who can't even use the power of the Holy Spirit, accompany you to save Uncle Bors, or you can try to become a Knights of the Round Table and let all the Knights of the Round Table, including me, go with you to save Uncle Bols with the help of the [Knights of the Round Table Mutual Aid Program]." What are you going to do?" the white bear man hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "When, of course, all of us will go to the rescue together" "Very good, you are also a man with backbone." Constantine smiled comfortingly: "So the situation remains the same. Win it, win it, even if you fight for your life, until you climb to the throne of the Knights of the Round Table. When you officially become a Knight of the Round Table, I will fight for my life, and I will definitely help you achieve your wishes!" Constantine stretched out the tail finger of his right hand: "--It's an appointment!" Elaine, who was in tears, also struggled to squeeze out a funny smile, stretched out his thick hairy bear fingers and ticked with his friend: "Appointment, appointment!" "Hmm." After ticking, the young Knight of the Round Table suddenly reached behind the White Bearman's neck and touched Elaine's neck.

The White Bear Man couldn't help but laugh: "Uh, Constantine?" "This scar is really there." The Knight's expression hardened.

"Scars, scars?" Constantine sighed, "Elaine, do you remember? Seven years ago, I brought you to the body of a grizzly bear with only one head left. This scar on the back of the neck is what was left over from that time. The dragonmen's ability to regenerate is simply astonishing, and your head is able to take the body of a grizzly bear and completely assimilate and claim it for yourself. But this body is always just the body of a bear, and it always has some sequelae. "Sequelae?" "This scar that can't be completely healed is one of them. Constantine nodded his head: "For you, this scar is the [interface] between your head and the bear's body." The regeneration ability in this area is worse than the other parts, and even if you transform into a dragon, the scale armor in this part will definitely be much more fragile, and if you don't do it, it will become your weak point. Elaine's expression also became stern: "Is this—so bad?" "So, don't think that you have super recovery power and act recklessly." At least we'll have to find a way to protect our vulnerability, you know? If you die, there's no one to take us to save Uncle Bols. The White Bear Man nodded, taking his friend's advice to heart.