Chapter 1162 - Resting in the Silent Night (1)

"[Palamidades], can you receive my signal?" shouted the Knight King before the dragoon could stop, and his voice was heard over the walkie-talkie of the dragoons into the battleships of Great Britain.

"Roger, Your Majesty!" said Knight of the Round Table Cador's voice over the intercom.

"Follow the signal for the Bediwell bracelet and send a medical team at once!" King Arthur commanded again.

That's right, there is no need to rush the wounded back for treatment!

As long as this enclosed area is opened, King Arthur and they will be able to communicate with the outside world. As soon as the signal is received, the medical team can rush to the rescue immediately!

In just half a minute, the portal opened next to the werewolf. Kador rushed out with a large group of ambulance personnel, shouting in a fit of rage, "Who needs first aid?!" Bediwell turned his gaze to Tristan, who was lying on the ground.

"Prepare a stretcher! Get him to the emergency room!!" the medical staff began to work in an orderly manner.

"Hmph. Arthur jumped on the dragoon: "Tristan's situation is no longer to worry. Let's go back too. "I'll go with you. Bediwell stepped into the portal with half a foot, "Maybe there's still a place for me." "You?" King Arthur glanced at the werewolf suspiciously, then immediately smiled, "Well, I'll go with you." Evan, you're in charge of driving my dragoon back. "Yes, Your Majesty. The half-dragon youth jumped on the dragoon and drove it away.

Arthur and Bedwell followed the medical team through the portal and returned to the British battleship, the Attack on the Palamides.

The werewolf came to his senses and was already standing in front of the operating room.

"Get out of the way!!" The medical staff carried Tristan into the operating room on a stretcher. The red light in front of the door of the operating room is on, and the first aid begins!

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. Arthur patted Bediwell on the shoulder.

"Actually, it's not. Cador on the side stared intently at the electronic notepad in his hand, with a grim expression: "Have you forgotten, Your Majesty? Tristan's blood type is rare AB negative, and he is still a fishman." There was no other merfolk or fish-man with AB-negative blood type on this ship to give him a blood transfusion. "Wouldn't it work with substitute blood?" muttered Arthur.

"Substitute blood is not a panacea, he has lost too much blood, and there must be fresh, biological blood to replenish it, otherwise" "This. While Arthur and Kador were talking, Bediwell had found paper and pen out of nowhere, wrote a note, and sealed the note with another piece of paper. He wrapped the note so tightly that outsiders couldn't see its contents.

"You have a teleportation system, right?" the werewolf handed the sealed note to Kador, "Please give this to Master Merlin immediately, he will know what to do after reading this letter." "Do you have a solution?" said Kador looked at the young werewolf incredulously.

"I can't promise anything, so I can only gamble once. Bediwell said, "In the meantime, draw blood from me." The Knight of the Round Table gave the werewolf a blank look: "You can't lose your blood directly to Tristan." "Do so, Kador. King Arthur urged, "Bediwell must have his reasons for saying this." Now you can only trust him. "Yes, Your Majesty. "Cador ordered a letter to be delivered, and several medical personnel were summoned to send Bediwell to have his blood drawn.

Ten minutes later.

"Whew, it's dangerous, it's dangerous. Prime Minister Merlin walked out of the operating room with a relaxed expression: "If I come a minute late, that little ghost will probably die." Arthur looked at Merlin: "So the blood transfusion really works?" The mage smiled mysteriously from the Knight King, half-squinted his eyes and said, "Someone's letter said that I can't sue you, so I'll keep silent." Kador looked incredulous: "Unbelievable! Can the blood of a werewolf really be transfused into a fishman?" Merlin shook his head slightly. It's not that simple.

The reason why Bediwell's blood was able to be transfused into Tristan's body was because Merlin did something to manipulate it.

Or rather, the werewolf Bedivir already had some of the mermaid prince's blood in his body. Although he can't remember, Merlin realizes that he has done something similar - transfused the blood of the treated Tristan into Bedeville's body.

So, Merlin just did the reverse operation just now. He purified the part of Bedeville's blood that contained Tristan's blood and infused it back into Tristan's body, saving the Fish-Man Prince's life.

"What the hell is that kid?" Merlin looked incredulously at Bedeville, who was lying in the infirmary, exhausted. The Mithril prosthetic leg on the werewolf's left arm was undoubtedly Merlin's work, but the Grand Mage had no recollection of ever making such a thing for the werewolf. Yiqiē was so illogical, as if a part of his memory had been erased out of thin air.

"I want to know, too. Arthur also looked at the sleeping werewolf and snorted.

"Anyway," Arthur said, handing the fragment of the Holy Grail into Merlin's hand, "Blessed Bestowal, our trip has been very rewarding." You go back to this place and hide in the safest place and organize an expedition. Areas that have not been carefully explored before, we will explore again. "Bastard. Don't you think I don't have enough work? Chancellor Merlin snorted and put away the chalice shards. He looked unhappy, but in fact he was excited.

By this time, Bediwell's eyelids moved, and he had woken up.

"Woo" Werewolf climbed out of bed despite the dissuasion of the medical staff.

"Tough guy. Arthur walked over to check on the werewolf's situation: "You just transfused 500cc of blood to Tristan, plus the wounds from the previous battle, ordinary people have already died twice." Even so, do you have to hold on?" "I'm fine, don't worry. Bediville put on his coat: "There is an exam tomorrow, I will rest in the hotel first." King Arthur nodded and said, "Go ahead, I'll send you a reward later." "[Attacking Paramidis] is anchored on the outskirts of Cairo, very close to the Grand Cairo Hotel. Bediwell descended from the ship's teleportation beam and didn't go far before returning to the hotel.

As soon as he pushed open the door to his room, he heard the sound of someone discussing. Walking into the lobby of the luxurious room, the werewolf saw the magic swordsman Solal playing poker with Elaine, the white bear.

"Hey, hey, I'm *hiccup*, I've won!" Elaine sat cross-legged on the rug in the center of the living room. He was shirtless, blushing, and giggling as he threw down the playing cards in his hand. He thought he had a good hand, but it was a bad hand at all, and he couldn't even make up a trick.

"Yes, you won, my friend. Solal smiled and put away the poker and began to shuffle the cards.

"What are you doing?" Bediwell exclaimed, "Uh, Solar, did you pour Elaine into the wine?" "I didn't. The Demon Swordsman said innocently, "I only invited him to drink juice, but I didn't expect him to get drunk while drinking." "Those juices are high in sugar?" "Sugar is high, probably. "Solar himself can't tell, he hasn't drunk it.

"Hehehehehe, good, so sweet!" the white bear man smiled stupidly, shook his head, and picked up the newly dealt card and glanced at it.

Bediwell found a chair and sat down: "The stomach of the White Bear people has a special structure, if they eat too much sweet things at once, the sugar will ferment in the stomach and turn into alcohol. "Meow hahahaha, I won again!" Elaine showed the bad cards in his hand again, "Same, straight flush!" "Where is this straight flush, this is simply different suits and not smooth, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 five cards almost each have a suit, unprecedentedly messy. Bediwell wondered in his heart, how blind does this guy have to be to see this as a straight flush?

"Haha, you've won again. That's amazing, my friend. Solal echoed with a wry smile, "Now, since your roommate has returned, I should go back too." "Wait, what? You're going to leave this guy in my care and walk away by yourself?!" Bediwell was already half tired and half dead, and he didn't expect to have to take care of the drunken White Bear Man, and he was very upset.

"But I really have to go back and rest—" Solal looked helpless.

"Ahhh The werewolf gave the white bear man a blank look.

"I've got a way to make him quiet," Solal walked over to the White Bear, "Elaine, stop playing." It's late today, it's time to go to bed. "But," Solal stretched out his hands and rubbed them lightly on the temples of the forehead on either side of the bearman, then turned to the back of the bearman's ear and rubbed it, and then pressed a finger under the bearman's nose.

"Heh-" Elaine was still alive one second, but the next second his eyelids began to fall, and he fell asleep with a thud.

"Acupuncture?" Bedivel asked in a low voice, looking warily at Solal's acupuncture techniques.

"This will allow him to sleep until dawn. Solal nodded.

Unexpectedly, it was greeted by Bediwell's angry complaint: "Why didn't you use such a trick earlier?!" Solal turned his head to look at the werewolf with an innocent face: "But, he seems to have had a good time just now." "Whew" Bediwell screamed in anger, Solal is actually quite similar to Elaine, and always seems clueless in strange places.

At that moment, the hidden door was pushed open, and Segrad walked in and said, "Mr. Bediwell and Mr. Solal are also meowing? "Weapons?" the werewolf glanced at the leopard man youth in confusion.