Chapter 1288: Exploring the Wilderness (3)

At the same time (?) in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel Cairo.

"Where's Palamidades?" Bediwell went to the dining room early in the morning to meet the crowd, but there was no leopard warrior to be seen.

"Why hasn't Dad come back yet. Zhalfir and Segrade glanced at each other, a little impatient.

"Didn't he say that he was going to bring back the adjusted Luna Steel Arm Armor to you as a template?" Bediwell frowned: "This big cat only cares about being happy at home with his wife, and has forgotten about business?" The two leopard man youths shrugged their shoulders and expressed helplessness.

"Albert isn't there either? That stupid tiger has been mysterious since yesterday, and I don't know what the hell is going on. Bediwell sat down in his chair, put down a plate of charcoal-roasted oysters in his hand, and began to eat.

"I have to go with the search party in Great Britain to find something today, and I don't have time to accompany you. The werewolf explained while eating, "Do you have any itinerary?" "I, I'm going to work at the construction site." Elaine, the white bear, said busily. In fact, he was munching on an oversized double-layered beef hamburger, and the gravy and melted cheese were about to run out of the corners of his mouth.

"Part-time job, but we're not short of money?" asked the werewolf curiously.

"Exercise, exercise. Elaine swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "Mr. Solal also said that he would come together." "Oh, is Solal with you. Bediwell was relieved: "Then you can go and exercise." But be safe. "Hmm!" the White Bear man agreed obediently.

The werewolf set his eyes on the two leopard youths again: "Zhalfir is going to participate in the knockout round this afternoon, and you can't go away, so what about Segrade?" "I'm going to find Odin Daddy Meow again." Segrade swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti with tomato bolognese and replied, "I have something to ask him about meow." "Then be careful yourself," Bediwell swallowed a whole oyster, "The power of the Luna Steel weapon was already revealed in yesterday's game, and the game was broadcast live on TV all over Africa, I'm afraid many people have already noticed this batch of weapons." Someone will fight you in order to seize a weapon, and you have to keep a low profile. "I know meow. Segrade pulled out a fist-sized leather pouch from his waist: "I'll bring all the Luna Steel weapons over and see if Daddy can continue to strengthen them." But Mr. Beddyville, you've got a dangerous search today, right? You'd better have your own whip with you. With that, he reached into his belt and pulled out Bedeville's tungsten tongue whip.

The fist-sized bag didn't look like it could fit Bedeville's whip in any way, which meant that there must be a subspace in the bag that was large enough to store all the Luna Steel weapons in it.

"Where did you get the bag?" asked the werewolf curiously, taking the whip.

"Bought from a British warship, 100,000 Egyptian dollars. I told them about the trouble of carrying a lot of weapons that were inconvenient to transport, and they sold me this meow. "It turned out to be cheaper to buy it directly," Bediwell muttered. He remembered the price he had asked Arthur yesterday for if Bedivier unlocked his Gift Ring and Gift Bag from his own locker, both of which would cost more than 300,000 Egyptian dollars.

"Yo, so you meows have gathered here for a long time?" Albert interrupted Bedwell's thoughts with a loud grin.

"You're lazy and overslept. The werewolf turned his head and glanced at the tiger, but saw Albert followed by a young catman with gray-brown hair and black tiger stripes, and couldn't help but be a little stunned: "Who is this?" "I, my name is Mutt, and I am currently Mr. Albert's personal assistant. Mutter introduced himself with a little trepidation.

"What a cute meow!" Zhalfir and Segrade on the side shouted at the same time, "This child's hair is fluffier and softer than Har's!

"What's the matter with the personal assistant?" Bediwell looked at the tiger with a subtle gaze, "What are you doing to need a personal assistant?" "I, uh, am playing for Daddy Sphynx, American football." The tiger scratched his head and said, "And then this kid came to teach me the daily exercise method of American football, and that's probably what meow is all about." "Oh, damn it!" the werewolf nervously leaned into the tiger's ear and scolded, "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten that the Sphinx daddy is a dangerous person, the big boss of the underworld?

"It's okay," Tiger said with a smile, "I only promised the Sphinx to play for him." It's really pure sports, and it has nothing to do with breaking the law. "And you know meow," Albert grinned involuntarily, "the Sphinx pay me 300,000 Egyptian dollars per game! Bediwell glared at Albert and whispered to the tiger in a voice that Mut couldn't hear, "Don't say I didn't warn you, Albert. Man dies for money, and birds die for food. If you deal with that kind of dangerous person for that money, you're the only one who loses in the end. But I also understand, you stubborn guy will definitely not listen to persuasion, so I won't be verbose. When you really suffer a loss and have learned a painful lesson, it's better to regret it. "Okay, we'll see. Albert was still stiff-mouthed.

He understands the truth, but the tiger is already difficult to ride. On the one hand, he was commissioned by Chanel to investigate the Sphinx's conspiracy, and on the other hand, he also promised Mutter to lead the team to the Super Cup trophy. Under multiple pressures, how can he just say and don't do it?

"I'll be going to the competition in a while, and I'll probably be back in the evening, so if you have any meows, go and do it yourself, don't count me in. Alberta was ready to leave.

"Wait. The werewolf grabbed the tiger, and at the same time quickly glanced at the cat man boy: "Why does that child look exactly like your old little servant?" Albert hurriedly lowered his voice and explained: "You think too much, Mut is Mut, and Luffy are two completely different cats." Bediwell frowned, but said nothing more.

After seeing Albert leave, Bediwell hurriedly finished his breakfast and dispersed with the others.

As soon as he took the elevator to the ground floor lobby of the hotel, he saw King Arthur and a group of people waiting. In order to hide his eyes, the Knight King still wears the same half-covered mask as before. However, his slightly haggard face was still clearly visible beneath the mask.

"Yaslan, are these two guys coming together?" the werewolf looked at Tristan, the prince of the fish-men, and Evan, the half-dragon, and couldn't help but have an unhappy look on his face.

"Hmph, as if I came with me voluntarily?" Ivan reached out and pushed the frame of his glasses in dissatisfaction, as if he was already grumbling.

"What's the matter, are you dissatisfied?" Tristan also gave Bediwell a white look: "This prince promised to lend you the secret treasure of the fish-man clan, and naturally he will be responsible for it to the end, and he will take care of it all the way until you return the metal detector." "And you need Evan's Eagle Eye as well. Arthur also added: "Today is a mission, please put aside your personal grievances for the time being." "I get it. Bediwell replied in confusion, continuing to look at the rest of the group......

There was also an unfamiliar face in the ranks. It was a thin, slightly short, pale-faced young man, seemingly helpless, presumably not a combatant, but an expert in some kind of technology.

"This is Gwen Green. Seeing that the werewolf had noticed the young man, the Knight King took the initiative to introduce, "He is ...... Expert in electronic programming and cracking technology, tasked with cracking the ship's artificial intelligence kernel after we hacked into the Desert Ship. With his help, the noble and glamorous Miss Eve may be obedient to you in every way. "The premise is that I can get into the computer room. If I can't even get into the computer room, no matter how high my cracking ability is, I will be helpless against their system. Gwen Green sneered, his expression very haughty, and even more faintly revealed his contempt for King Arthur. Seeing this, Bediwell immediately had a very bad impression of Gwen Green. There are some guys in this world who think they are smart and empty-eyed, since they don't even care about the great King Arthur, it's simply hateful.

"Anyway, let's go first. The Knight King said. As soon as the group walked out of the lobby of the Cairo Hotel, King Arthur's dragoon was already speeding under the remote control, handsome and steady in front of everyone.

Arthur jumped into the driver's seat of the dragoon and gave a combat briefing for today's mission: "From here, we will first go to the [City of the Dead], which we visited the day before yesterday, to check the situation, and then set out from there to search for the traces of [Desert Ship]." The ultimate goal of our mission today is to successfully subdue the [Desert Ship] and crack her internal navigation system to retrieve a number of qiē data left by the ancient gods and people. Do you understand?" The crowd replied in unison.

Bedwell jumped into the passenger seat of the Dragoon, while the others sat behind King Arthur. The Knight King started the engine of the dragoon, and the entire anti-gravity airship instantly dragged a long and graceful trajectory away from the Cairo Hotel.