Chapter 2107: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (39)

Bediville exclaimed that the name he called out was "Lawrence".

That Lawrence, of course, is not the Wizard Lawrence------ that guy has been tossing all day, and now he is already tired to death, and he is probably sleeping in his room in the Aurora, and he won't wake up when the sky falls.

The Lawrence that Bedwell called was Lawrence the Strategist, the younger brother of Lawrence the Great. Or, for the sake of distinction, Beddeville would call the little Lawrence Eric.

"Why? Why are you in such a place?!" the werewolf youth looked at Eric, the Strategist, as if he had seen a ghost. It's no wonder, after all, he is now in the Turkic Everglades, and he should be surrounded by a group of elephant people, circling around the affairs of the elephant people, and doing what the elephant people want him to do. Who would have thought that in the territory of elephant people, Bediwell would encounter humans, and they were acquaintances?

"What, I can't be in this kind of place?" asked the strategist Eric expressionlessly, "I'm here to investigate something in the Turks." However, these Turkic elephants did not let me run around in the moor, and only wanted me to attend some of their godly coming-of-age ceremonies before they recognized me as one of them. Okay, just participate, but they want me to take a Witness on the road, and it's a guy like you. I'm not happy either. ＂

"No...... It should be said that the Tutan patriarch is really heart-wrenching, and even let a human like you participate in the coming-of-age ceremony of their clan...... Bediwell muttered, "Isn't it possible for anyone to attend a rite of passage?" As long as it is strong enough, it will be recognized by the Turkic elephants?"

"I also want to ask rhetorically, what kind of trick did you use to gain the trust of the Tutan patriarch so easily, so that he gave you the freedom to move around the Turkic Everglades as soon as you met?"

"Well, I have my own way. Bediwell nodded.

"Is there a way? Unbelievable!" This answer made Eric quite angry, and it is estimated that this guy has been angry with the elephant people for a few days: "These days, I have followed the elephant people to collect medicine, crawling in the mud, mending the house and other menial work, boiling those stinking and dying medicines almost to the point of being fainted." After doing so much and suffering so much, I have just gained the most basic trust of people. You have the trust of the patriarch as soon as we met, and you want me to risk your life in the middle of the night to take you into the moor? You said that you didn't use any strange spells, I won't believe it!"

"Well, don't worry," Bediwell smiled funny, "I've basically experienced all of this. It's just a matter of chronology. ------ then again, did you really [happen] meet me here? I always feel so suspicious. Could it be that you knew from the beginning that I would come to the Turkic Everglades, so you went to the Turks to trick me first?"

"Why should I trick you?" said Strategist Eric with an unhappy expression, "I came to Turkia because I heard a rumor that someone in Great Britain was conducting some research in the Turkic Everglades. That research seems to have something to do with traveling through the universe, and I think it's the research that magicians did in order to get to the Extraneous Principle. That's why I'm here. ＂

"Is it true? didn't you ask your brother about my plans?" asked Bediwell.

"I haven't seen that guy in the other day. Eric replied with a straight face, "And did you tell people about your plan beforehand, as if I was well-informed, and I was scheming to ambush you here in order to gain your favor so that I could get on your ship?"

Bediwell was silent for a moment.

It seems to be right, too. Bediwell's plan to come to the Turkic Everglades was at best a day's in advance, and he hadn't mentioned it to anyone until then, except that he had spoken to Zhalfir last night about preparing the Iron Rider Engine. Even if Great Lawrence knew about it, it was only last night that he could not have informed his brother in such a short time that Eric was waiting for Bedeville in the Turks. What's more, Eric, the Strategist, seems to have been on this side of the Turkic Everglades for days.

"Well, let's trust you first. Bediwell shrugged.

"It's rude to do nothing. Eric, the Strategist, still looking unhappy, kicked a wooden barrel beside him, and the sound of a viscous liquid flowing came from the barrel, and it was very heavy: "It's about to leave for the Everglades, apply this ointment to your body." Cover your whole body and don't leave any dead spots. The Everglades has recently been infested with mosquitoes and hydrops, and these disgusting things are contaging a terrible fever, and if you enter the Everglades without adequate protection, you will die as soon as the mosquitoes bite and the fever is infected. ＂

"Understood. Bediville glanced into the barrel, which contained a dark green, oily liquid, very viscous and presumably waterproof. Applying this to his body is estimated to make the werewolf youth uncomfortable enough. However, people are experts in herbalism, and although the ointment they make is not good-looking, the effect is at least reassuring.

"I'll have to do this too, and it's going to take some time. I was in the next room preparing. Come to me when you're done. Eric the Strategist turned and walked out.

"Hey, wait," Bediwell called out to Eric, "does this have to be painted all over the body, and what about the back, and what if there are places where you can't reach it?"

"Who knows!!" said Eric, the strategist, angrily, and turned to leave.

Twenty minutes later.

"Hmm...... With some hesitation, Bediwell scooped the last bit of ointment out of the barrel and smeared it on his ass. He shivered all over after applying it, and the cold and greasy feeling touched his part, which was particularly uncomfortable. Still, he put the pants on, and let the fabric and oil of the garment stick together a little bit, and the pants that had turned almost completely green stuck to his crotch...... It's disgusting.

Twenty minutes had passed since he applied the ointment-like potion, and some of the oil had begun to oxidize and dry, but they were not completely dry, but instead made Bedivel's whole body sticky, and the wolf fur on his body became wet and uncomfortable.

To make it less uncomfortable, he stripped off his coat and wore only pants, his tactical belt (which contained his full armament in a few subspace pockets), intending to enter the swamp like this.

"Tut-tut. It's so green and shiny. "Little Lawrence, on the other hand, seems to be ready before Beddyville, and has come to find the werewolf youth. Seeing Bedeville's honor, Eric let out a contemptuous laugh: "What, do you think that no one in the Turkic Everglades sees your ugliness, so you don't need to put on your clothes?"

"But you're not much better than me. Bediwell looked at Eric's face, the guy was covered in that green anointing oil, and his skin was like frogskin. Eric didn't wear a shirt, but rather special shorts, the leg of which was about the same as his knees, where there were rubber bands. Bediwell remembered that the pants should have been called harem or something, a design that was also common in Egypt, with a cuff on the leg to prevent sand from flowing back under the knee into the crotch, and without hindering the wearer's movement. Now that the situation is in the Everglades, it should be the same reason, and the cuffs on the trouser legs are designed to keep the mud in the swamp out.

However, they were already covered in this insect-repellent and water-repellent green ointment, and the mud of the swamp would hardly stick to their bodies. Would Eric be a little too much to wear these pants again. You must know that entering the Everglades without clothes or with minimal clothing is like normal behavior for people. The elephants usually wear very little clothing, but only cover important parts. On the one hand, this is related to the hot and humid climate of the Everglades, and on the other hand, it is also related to the fact that elephant people are large and difficult to make clothes.

"That's fine. Eric glanced at Bediwell, and seeing that the werewolf youth had already made up his mind, he no longer intended to stop Bediwell: "Since you are ready, let's go." ＂

"Wait. Bediwell wrapped a strip of cloth covered with green oil around his head. Because there was no way to anoint the inside of his wolf's ears, he had to use this method to temporarily protect his ears from mosquitoes from flying in and sucking blood from the unointed areas of his ears.

"Isn't that going to make your hearing less sensitive?" asked Eric when he saw that Bediwell's ears were almost covered with strips of cloth.

"It's better than getting a fever. "Bediwell didn't particularly care. Even if he wrapped strips of cloth around his wolf ears, his sense of hearing was still more sensitive than normal...... A few. In the Everglades, hearing sensitivity does not allow Bedeville to avoid real danger. On the contrary, he carried weapons such as tungsten turtle tongue whips, and it was safer to use them to protect himself. So it doesn't matter as much as wrapping your ears around to reduce your hearing sensitivity.

"Oh my God. When the two came to the entrance of the village, the elephant man who was in charge of guarding the entrance of the village saw Bediwell, who was covered in green and wearing only a pair of pants, and couldn't help but snort: "At least put your pants on." ＂

"You're too busy. Bediwell said unhappily.

"Good luck, then. The elephant guards at the entrance of the village opened the iron gate. Beyond the iron gate, along the huge roots of the towering ancient trees, there is a road that leads to the boundless depth and darkness of the Everglades.

"Let me know first," said Eric, the strategist, unceremoniously as soon as he left the village, "though I am your guide, you have come with me only as a witness to my [rite of passage]." So my [coming-of-age ceremony] comes first, I have to deal with the guy I have to deal with first, and then I'll accompany you to find someone in the Everglades. You have to agree to this condition before we can go. ＂

"Yes, yes, of course I agree, if you like it. The werewolf youth replied perfunctorily.

"Let's go, then. Eric stepped out first.

Without much thought, Bediwell took the first step, heading for the restless Turkic Everglades in the night.