Chapter 1829: Yao Shizhi in the Japanese Ring (35)

Chapter 1829 Yao Shizhi in the Japanese Ring (35)
At the same time, in front of an abandoned church on the outskirts of the black city of Cairo.
"Ah, you are finally here, boss." Far from seeing the arrival of Biddeville, Lawrence seemed to be happy to come up to meet.
"Are you waiting for me?" Bettiville was a bit stunned. "Why don't you go in and join the fraternity?"
The Werewolf youth initially thought that Lawrence would wait for him so thoughtfully, in order to introduce Bediville, who is not part of the Melson Brotherhood, to the Brotherhood. But Bedieville thought it would be impossible to think about it. Lawrence is definitely a figure.
"Ah, hahaha, let's go in." Lawrence's look looked even more so that Bedieville confirmed his thoughts.
Just looking outside the abandoned church, I can't see the mystery of this abandoned church. But when the two walked into the atrium of the church, and surrounded by a stone brick and garden grass, Bediville finally saw the people of the Melson Brotherhood who gathered there quietly. It is in line with the special organization of the Melson Brotherhood, which is based on archaeologists. The people present are mostly scholars, only occasionally mixed with several combatants like bodyguards.
And Biddeville also saw that one of the people sitting quietly in a floating wheelchair in the corner of the courtyard was one of the candidates of the Little Lawrence, a round table trial, and also a reward next to Bedyville. The brother of the Golden Hunter Lawrence.
Bedieville remembers that Lawrence had previously mentioned that his relationship with his brother was not good, so the werewolf youth immediately understood the reason why Grand Lawrence waited for him at the door of the abandoned church - the original Lawrence guy did not want to be alone. Meet your own brother, lest you be embarrassed.
"You finally came!" Seeing the appearance of Bedyville and Great Lawrence, Academician Zuster came over to meet. "Because of some special changes, the progress of the excavation work was advanced, I am still worried that you can't catch up." It."
"I haven't received such a notice at all." Biddyville glanced at Lawrence, with a blame in his eyes: "It seems that a guy responsible for conveying the news has lost his job."
"Ah, hahahaha, we arrived in time, isn’t it?" Lawrence scratched his head and smiled with an irresponsible face.
"It's still the same." It seems that the existence of Bedyville and Great Lawrence was also discovered, while the little Lawrence, who was sitting in a floating wheelchair, came over.
"Hey, hey, boy." Grand Lawrence greeted his brother with a sullen look.
"Oh." It is not true that Little Lawrence’s reaction was very cold, and he looked at his brother’s ignorance. His eyes fell on Bedieville's body, seemingly more interested in Bedieville than his brother, the little Lawrence.
"Can you speak in one step?" said the little Lawrence, who came to the door and said to Bediville.
"Oh, of course - Academician Zuster, when did you leave?" Bettiville tried to confirm once.
"After ten minutes." Zuster pointed to the group of scholars who were busy packing up in the distance: "After the brothers gathered the various analytical instruments, we can set off."
"Okay." So Bedieville followed the little stratus Lawrence to the other corner of the courtyard.
"First," did not wait for Little Lawrence to speak, and Bediville, who had suppressed his curiosity since the beginning, rushed to ask: "Small Lawrence, right? I have seen your match with Elaine yesterday. Shouldn't you be able to walk normally?"
But what is this floating wheelchair now? Bedyville’s subtext did not ask for an exit.
"Does this?" Little Lawrence moved his hand and patted the armrest on the wheelchair: "I believe you have done your homework and know who I am. I have been licking since birth, and I have even fingers." I can't move my head. It's a kind of power that allows me to move my body by willpower and simulate the movements of ordinary people."
Little Lawrence took a look at the distance. Over there, his older brother Lawrence was watching this side very carefully, but he and the little lord of the strategist Lawrence turned his head in a panic, pretending to be a little Don't care about it.
"But using that power to move my body is just to manipulate the body that I can't move as a marionette. It's too costly and effortless to focus on. Today's mission seems to be important, don't let it go." So I would rather use this type of wheelchair to travel, so that more focus can be placed on controlling other equipment to better protect the excavation team."
"Oh," Biddiwell looked up and down the floating wheelchair that was just enough for Lawrence to sit alone and be very delicate. The wheelchair itself may be equipped with a photon engine or an electromagnetic engine that floats away from the ground. And it seems that this wheelchair is controlled by brain waves. As long as Little Lawrence has this idea in mind, it can fly freely (floating). If Little Lawrence doesn't need to use his mind to control his two legs to make a simulated walking action, then indeed, he can save a lot of mind, and it will be easier in the next job of assisting the excavation team.
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"Do you know? If you used this wheelchair in yesterday's game, Elaine didn't have a chance to win." Bettiville couldn't help but spit.
"That is impossible, Mr. Bedieville." However, Little Lawrence smiled indifferently: "This wheelchair was specially ordered for Britannia before, but its production process was too complicated. After all, it did not catch up with yesterday's game. Even late, because I promised to help the Melson Brotherhood, the fraternity’s talents helped to get the driver out of the wheelchair."
"Okay, that's a shame, Mr. Lawrence," Biddy replied slyly. It seems that Elaine can win yesterday, in addition to his own ability, but also because the white bears took a small fortune.
However, luck is actually a kind of ability.
"There is one more thing, please don't ask me to do [Little Lawrence]. Listen to the strange awkwardness." "Chairman Little Lawrence said: "Call me Eric."
"Well, Eric." Betdiville changed his mind: "You didn't just say something to talk to me? What is it?"
"Do you know, Mr. Bedieville. I didn't intend to participate in this so-called [excavation] at first. I have no interest in the treasures of the first Pharaoh King Meinice."
"Oh, so you came back to participate in this excavation, just to protect your brother?" Biddyville joked and analyzed.
"No." Eric immediately denied: "It has nothing to do with him. I just listened to the people of the Melson Brotherhood who said about [Yingqi Baozhu]."
"So you are also playing the idea of ​​[Yingqi Baozhu]." Bediville suddenly stretched his face. Of course, the reason why the Werewolf youth Bediville will come to participate in this excavation is also largely for this [Amazing Baozhu]. It is said that this treasure is in the tomb of Meinness, and the special power contained in this treasure may help Bediville find his lost son for many years.
Of course, everything is ambiguous and there are too many undetermined factors. In fact, Bedieville did not hold too much hope. He just took the attitude of trying to participate in the excavation.
"I heard from the Brotherhood that the special treasures found in the middle of the excavation were the ones who found them. I have also heard that Mr. Bedieville may have come for [Yingqi Baozhu], so I Let's talk to you first. If you really find this treasure, I won't ask you to sell it to me. But can you lend me [Yingqibaozhu] to me? Even if it is only one minute, I only Used to investigate something."
"Why do you want to say this to me? It seems that only I can find the gems, and you will never find this treasure." Bettiville could not help but spit.
"Because I am African, and Mr. Bedieville, you are European." I didn't expect Eric to say such a sentence.
"Hey?" The werewolf youth couldn't keep up with the logic of the other party for a time, and couldn't help but stare at his head.
"A more superstitious statement that has been handed down a long time ago, saying that the old king of the United States has cursed his people, so that his people in Africa will never find the treasures in his grave." Rick further explained: "I am not a superstitious person, Mr. Bedieville. I don't believe in the messy curse. But I believe that there is a [character] in the world. My brother is also a mantra. User, you know."
"呃" Bedyville snorted, he had just talked to Lawrence about the spells not long ago, and the werewolf youth are still hesitating to accept the fragments of the fire of the spell that Lawrence gave him.
"I don't mention the superstition. But science says that Nices used to be a very powerful curse. He may have a way to spell the people of Africa and make his people in Egypt forever." Can't find his treasure. And this spell can be passed down from generation to generation and spread for thousands of years - in theory, this is not completely impossible."
"Hah," Biddyville couldn't believe it. It felt too much to be described by Eric. "Is the spell really so powerful? Can it affect people's luck? The spell shouldn't be a strong hypnotism." Is it always that even people can do what they can, can't do anything, have they affected? Can't they be passed down from generation to generation in the blood of Africans like genetics, affecting their luck for generations?"
"Why not?" Eric replied earnestly: "The spell is much more profound than you think, Mr. Bedieville."
"I talked to your brother before. He clearly said that a mantra that can influence the thoughts of others is not there."
Then Beddyville’s words seemed to touch the anti-scale of Coss Eric. He suddenly said that the whole person was gloomy and faintly said: "He knows a ghost. He doesn't even know what he is doing."
"Don't say your brother like this." The Werewolf youth can't help but feel a little angry. I just planned to teach the judge Eric.
"Are you all finished?" However, the academician Zuster came over and interrupted the conversation between the two: "The people in the technical department are all ready, we can set off."
"Good." Eric left Biddeville and walked away from the academician Zuster.