Chapter 2291: Omen of darkness (1)

Chapter 2291 is a sign of darkness
"Hey, really tired" Biddiville has not returned to his sand boat, and on the small transport boat began to lick his shoulder like the old man.
"How do you feel tired? You have been lying in the process of [that], the body has not moved. And [over there] even after several months, [this side] actually passed a few hours. "At the time, Arthur was still chatting with Biddyville with military encrypted communication in Great Britain. Hearing that Biddyville was tired, he spoke. Of course, even if the communication is encrypted, Arthur is still very cautious in speaking, and has not mentioned anything about the world after 900 years. This makes Arthur's words sound like some kind of ciphertext, which is extremely puzzling.
"But it's really tired." Bettiville continued to squat on his shoulders, his eyes falling in the distance. The sun had completely descended on the horizon, observing the afterglow of the sunset. "Have you heard that, Arthur? People who sleep will have frequent dreams. If they are dreaming for a long time, dreaming is done too often, but it affects the quality of sleep. After waking up, not only does it not recover from fatigue, but it is more tired. I don’t know that our situation is similar to this situation. How high is sex, but, um, it feels like this anyway. I don't know the specifics, I am not a scientist."
"I probably know what you want to say, although it sounds unreasonable." Arthur smirked, but the laughter didn't seem to have the slightest ridicule, but made Bedieville feel like a microphone. Arthur at the other end is seriously pondering this possibility.
It is precisely because King Arthur will not laugh at the words of Bediville, and often privately analyze the crazy ideas that seem to be extremely incomprehensible, and Bediville admires the King of Great Britain.
"In any case, you have to work hard. Take a rest after going back." Arthur did not continue to talk about this matter, but to open the subject: "The final battle of the round table trial, there are four days left. It is also time for you to think about it and get a winning strategy in the decisive battle. To be honest, in the candidates who have reached the finals, you will not win any opponents in any way. I think there are at least two people. If you are in the finals, you will be defeated?"
"Well," Bedieville did not answer, but responded vaguely.
"Look back." At this time the transport boat was very close to the deck of the Dawning. The werewolf youth pretended to land and hurriedly interrupted the conversation. The jump fell on the wonderful deck of the Twilight, full of green plants.
The Twilight Green Plantation still has a soft brightness at night because there are several plants that emit bio-fluorescence at night, including improved fire scented flowers. The orange glow on the flower buds of the thing is similar to the street lights in the courtyard, and there is a strange beauty.
"Segrad, are you still here?" Biddyville saw Segrad cooking a turpentade outside the tent of the Green Plantation, and asked curiously, "All day long. Can you really endure this kind of place camping, wind and food? Why don't you go in the cabin and lie comfortably on the soft sofa? I obviously have called Eve to leave you a room."
"This cockroach," Seglad smiled bitterly, mixing the turpentine of the konjac in a container: "I just like the atmosphere here. This green garden is more and more like a stalwart, a plant. Surrounded by the smell, it smells very comfortable."
The rosin heated in the container has a higher fluidity, and with the stirring of the wooden sticks, some magazines in the turpent are sinking and floating. After repeated purification and then cooling, the magazines that floated at the top and the lowest sink were removed. Only the purest turpentine in the middle was crushed and mixed with the body fluid of the pseudo-dragon, so that three kinds of freezing, burning and lightning could be made. A completely different magic turpent can be used to enchant their weapons. Segrad now carefully purifies the base of the magic turpentine, in order to make the magic turpent play better in actual combat.
Thinking of this, Bedieville felt that it was better not to disturb Seglader as much as possible - even though the Leopard youth is doing this now, it is like playing a house, a soup that can not fill the stomach when cooking a pot.
Biddiville then glanced at the sleeping bag in the tent. The boy, Slagard, lived here completely, and camped for a few days in a green plantation. Although people have their own aspirations, Seglade likes to camp in such a place. It’s not bad, but Bedieville always thinks that SGL is kidding.
"What about Albert?" Betdiville remembered the young tigers who had been treated in the medical room of the Dawning, and asked casually.
"Mr. Albert's words, he probably drove away with an iron ride in the evening. If you come back in an hour or so, maybe you can say goodbye to him." Segrad still stirs nothing. The pot of turpentine, a pseudo-dragon on his shoulder - his pet [flash silver], the little thing curiously looking at the translucent colloid that the pot is constantly aroma but can not eat.
"Hey," didn't say anything at Bedieville, just a little embarrassed to turn to the cabin, and then whispered after entering: "Who would say goodbye to that kind of guy."
He knows that every time Albert returns to the Twilight area, it is equivalent to going to death. It is possible that he will never return and die on the battlefield of Lviv. But Albert didn't ask for help, and Bedieville was not good at it. It should be said that he could not find a reason to help the tiger youth. This is not something between the two of them. This even involves the orcs in the Twilight region, the face of the Warcraft Hunter organization, the diplomatic issues in Great Britain and the Twilight region, and more. Bedyville’s words in the name of helping a friend [the big hunting festival] will only make the problem more complicated.
So Bedieville couldn't get involved, and unless Albert asked him to help, he couldn't intervene. But the stupid tiger was particularly reluctant in the key places, that is, he did not ask Bedyville that he always wanted him to ask the question.
So, this is the second time, and Bediville looked at Albert to the [Great Hunting Festival], but he didn't even have room to stay, and he did not do anything.
What a shame.
auzw.com喵~ Just as the Werewolf youth wondered, a cat called interrupted his attention. Just at the corner of the front corridor, a little black cat swayed. then--
"Oh oh~" The little idiot of Obert followed the cat's buttocks, crawling on the limbs, and learning to scream while crawling. Even the crawling movements were exactly the same as the black cats.
The black cat is of course a cat raised by Kate, and the name seems to be called Xiaohei. The cat was originally a wild cat. It has been mixed in the "Moss Street" on the ground floor of the South African capital of Pretoria. Of course, the geeks and idiots have seen each other, and they can still calm down when they encounter strange things. Continue to walk in front calmly. It was the little tiger behind the little black, who was learning to walk with the cat and seeing that Biddyville wanted to laugh.
"What are you doing? Kate?" asked Bediwell.
"It was taken away by the doctors of Great Britain. It seems to be a physical examination." Obert was still learning catwalks intently, and the answer was very casual: "The white tiger uncle teaches the cat to walk, saying that it can exercise. Balance and hunting skills."
"what?"
"You see, cats are born hunters. They are all prepared for hunting at any time." Ober did not know where he heard it. He learned it in a serious way: "So, Uncle Tiger also Having said that, to become a powerful hunter, you must first learn their skills from other natural hunters."
"Is this the infatuation that Albert's guy instilled in you?" Bettiville pulled his face. "Don't listen to him, he is teasing you."
"Is it? But it's also fun. Hahaha~" Obert swayed his tail and followed the little black cat. The black cat ignored the little tiger's stupid move and continued to walk. Continue to walk gracefully, and from time to time, he turned back and peeked at Ober, as if he was scorning the stupid orc child with its dead fish eyes.
"Worth," Biddeville saw that Albert was having a good time, and did not stop his reasons. He shrugged and shrugged. Children are really good, everything feels fresh and interesting, and even learning to walk with cats can be fun. When is Obert tired of this kind of gameplay, that is what he has to worry about later.
"Eve, look at this little devil, don't let him go to any dangerous place in the boat." Bettiville added one more sentence.
"Understood, the captain is an adult. It has been monitored in all directions." The sandbox's artificial intelligence navigation system replied.
Originally, Eve was monitoring the whole process, and this little devil of Obert couldn't make any tricks. But Beddyville is very curious, so many adults on the boat, how can no one follow the watch behind Obert? Do you let it go?
The next second, Bedieville will understand. In fact, no one is watching, but the person who is in charge is far away and is watching it secretly. Great Lawrence came out from the corner of the corridor and found half of his head. While snickering, he observed Obert from afar. He didn't know what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" Biddeville went straight and asked, "And why are you so ridiculous?"
"But, boss, don't you think he is very cute? The amount, I mean, the little devil twisted his to learn how the cat walked."
"I don't think. I am not a cat slave. And your thoughts are very dangerous." Bettiville said with a long face.
"Huh." Lawrence did not respond, continued to stare at Obert, and slammed the subject: "You should haven't eaten dinner yet? The blood sugar level is low and the whole person looks violent."
"My blood sugar value doesn't care for you." Biddyville snorted and walked in the direction of the crew lounge: "I haven't eaten dinner yet. Please ask me not to make any trouble when I have a meal break. Thank you. ""
"Oh, go go, eat and drink." Lawrence waved his hand in a perfunctory manner, where Ober had gone with the cat, so the guy followed closely.
How is this ship all strange? Bedyville can't help but wonder.
"Oh, yes, Uncle Panther is looking for you." Lawrence, who traced Ober, who had already gone a long way, suddenly remembered what he said and said: "They don't know what mysterious research is doing, and don't tell me. Anyway, they told you to go to the old Master's workshop when you have time. The boss will go over after dinner."
"Palamidis? Looking for me?" Biddiville couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The big cat and the old man of Rogan didn't know what to plot again.