Chapter 770: Exploring the temple (8)

Chapter 770 Exploring the Temple in the Eighth
The leopard boy, Hal, walked over to the security device on the side, took his face and let the machine check his pupil. He extended his kitten's paw and let the machine scan the fingerprint.
The door entered the information of Hal, and of course he recognized him. This organ, which is heavily guarded, is open to two young devils, and one of them is a little devil who loves to destroy.
The glass wall in the room rose and the two children were able to walk closer to the huge glass container.
"This is my father, Paramitis." Xiaohar walked into the glass container and gently hugged the outer wall of the container.
"Is he a stone statue?" Husky curiously filled the stone statue soaked in the vitamins: "And he is cracking."
"Dad is petrified for some reason, and I don't know it." Xiaohar ignored Husky, but sat in a glass container with satisfaction, as if he was holding his father: "But Dad is Here, it’s here."
(This is not normal, it is too abnormal.)
"Hey, Halwan?" The Canine Boys came up with a bad idea: "Don't hold your dad over the glass. It's better to try to open the glass jar and let you really hold your daddy than Wang?"
"This is not a good idea." Xiaohar wondered: "Brother and Uncle Arthur also said that Dad's situation is very bad now. If he opens the glass jar, he may break."
Unexpectedly, Husky came to a killer: "If you don't open the glass jar, you may not be able to hold your father's ratio for a lifetime, and he will be broken inside."
"Hey!" was deeply stung by the other's words, and Hare shuddered.
"Come on," the canine boy has disregarded the other's dissuasion, and went around to the other side to play with the control panel of the living room: "If you don't do it, you will regret it. Some things are missed and you miss it. Can regret Wang -
When I was taken away by Mommy, I didn’t have a good time to hold Dad. I have forgotten how it feels like being held by Dad. "
He scribbled, but actually poked the button to contact the living device.
"Don't learn to be like me," Husky whispered.
啪 - huge glass containers began to stir up, and the light blue vitamins in it continued to decrease. The stone statue of the Panthers Paramitis is gradually revealed from the vitamins.
The living room is slowly opened and folded into pieces to be stowed. A small amount of luminescent liquid dripped, and the whole body was covered with cracks. It seemed that the stone statue of the leopard who would be broken at the touch would stand in front of the leopard juvenile Hal.
The child immediately blushes, revealing a grievous expression. He couldn't help but want to hug his father, but he was afraid that the stone would be broken under the touch.
"You are going, oh, what is it!" Husky pushed a hand behind the leopard, and Hal fell forward and slammed into the stone statue.
When the leopard teenager stabilized his body, he also found himself holding the waist of the stone statue.
The cold stone statue is rough and cracked. However, this is the first time a child has embraced his "father" in his life. At the moment of the hug, the cold stone statues seem to radiate the human body temperature, and the hard and cracked appearance is as flexible as the human muscle. Is this the feeling of being hugged by my father?
Of course, all this is just the illusion of a leopard teenager.
Because the stone statue was unblocked for no reason, the alarm bell in the room rang loudly, and the whole research institute boiled up.
Xiaohar closed his eyes and quietly embraced the stone statue of his father, ignoring everything around him.
For the leopard boy, this is probably the only time he has a chance to embrace with his father - as Husky said, the opportunity must be seized. Some things will be lost forever if they are lost.
The canine boy retired and watched his little friend and father hug quietly, and couldn’t help but feel sour.
Compared with the father of Husky, who does not know whether he is dead or alive, and has no audio, the leopard teenager in front of him can only be happy if he can only embrace the father who turned into a stone statue.
At the same time, a slight crack began to appear on the chest of the statue of Paramitis and spread to the top of his head.
At the same time, in a mysterious field.
The group of people, through the cover of Apple Lin, quietly pushed forward and soon came to the front of the White Tower.
This is a magnificently decorated tower, looking at the white jade gold tower decoration, looking at the beautifully carved wall carvings, Bettiville is more convinced that this should be part of Camilo.
The only question is: How did the apple forest come from?
In the end, they were transferred from the underground to somewhere in Camilo, or here is part of the Camilo underground, and everything is still not judged.
The faint sunshine in the sky is filled with warmth when it falls through the thick fog on the werewolf. This should be the sun, not the artificial light source.
It’s strange, what is the place here.
A vague name is in the wolf's mind, but the talk is confusing by too many strange scenes in front of him.
The shadow walker led the Chinese and carefully dive into the white tower. It is very strange that it is so gorgeous, as if there is a holy tower inhabited by the nobles of the princes, there is no half guard.
People are there. They climbed two floors and immediately heard the voice of a group of people talking on the top of the tower.
auzw.com The Shadowwalker made a [stop] gesture to everyone: "Let's pay attention, don't make any noise. We dive and observe the parliament in the other part of the tower."
"But" Albert walked all the way, and the doubts on his stomach were about to break out: "You called us, what are you doing?? Just to peek at a group of people and have a meeting?"
The shadow walker shook his head: "The real action is after this, but I want to know the content of the meeting."
They crept around the door of the conference room and circled into a small compartment. After the group hid in the small, empty room, the shadow walker began to put his ear close to the wall and overheard the conversation in the conference room.
Werewolves and tigers also learned to put their ears on the wall and eavesdrop on the meeting.
Hey, hey. A lot of people are talking, and the different tones of each person can be distinguished. There are about fifteen people in the conference room.
The problem is that they are talking about a bunch of words that are impossible to understand. That wonderful words can't even be called language. They are continuous and have no emotional ups and downs. It's like a mechanical pronunciation.
"What is this?" The werewolf was even more puzzled. He was filled with thoughts by countless doubts at the moment. He was too lazy to think again and asked for help directly from others: "Can you understand?"
Albert depressed the ears that the wall was eavesdropping, and shook his head at the werewolf.
The shadow traveler turned to look at the white bear Elaine: "What can you hear, right?"
The White Bears nodded slightly and he was listening at the moment.
"The bill for inheritance tax relief is not passed." He tried to translate some of the meeting content.
"Can you understand?!" The werewolf stared at the white bear. When did this kid learn this magical mechanical language?
"Only, just a little bit, I always feel that I can understand. Ah, they are talking again -" The white bear put his ear on the wall more tightly: "For the domestic orphanage, the bill of 100 million yuan was passed. Too good."
"Is there any motion on the abolition of slavery?" The shadow walker urged the white bear to listen carefully.
The bear shook his head and the conference room had become a mess. It was obvious that the people had already finished the meeting and were ready to go.
The shadow walker gently slammed his feet: "Hey, it’s too much delay, missed it."
"What have you missed?" Bettiville quickly asked.
"No, this is my own business." The black man sighed: "Don't say it, keep quiet and hide here, wait until they are scattered."
"but--"
"If you are bored, there are small holes for surveillance." The shadow walker gently removed a small wall from the wall to reveal a few pinhole-sized holes.
He made a [please] gesture, indicating the werewolves they went to see.
(With this little hole, why don't you tell us earlier?!)
It’s really well prepared. This small secret room is designed to be designed to monitor conference rooms.
I worked hard to make a name for myself, but also through the inspection of Lyon Dickens, and finally brought people to this small secret room to monitor the meeting? What does all this mean?
The werewolf was full of curiosity, hoping to see a clue from the hole in the pinhole. He looked at the hole and saw it, and the scene he saw made him stunned.
That should be a very ordinary scene.
There is a round table in the middle of the huge conference hall.
Sitting at the round table is a group of familiar faces, familiar and unfamiliar.
It was because Bediville knew these people that everything became uncommon and scared the werewolf.
Sitting evenly on the four sides of the round table, it is exactly the four most important people in the Knights of the Round Table: Knight of the Knights of the Day, Knight of the Knights, Knight of the Knights of Heaven, Knight of the Knights of Euns, and the Knight of the Sky, Palindol .
Adjacent to the Knights of the Heavens, each of the round tables has a seat, which is the Knight of the Round Table:
Akto, Lancelot, Kay, Cador, Constantine, Driven, Jaglovy, Paihwa, Cameron, and several should be round table knights, but Bediville does not know, People who can't name them.
Of course, the round table Knight Westad is also among them. The werewolf looked at the burly giant, and couldn’t help but feel a hostile hostility.
Although these faces made Bedieville very familiar with the nostalgia, there was a small problem that bothered the werewolves: the knights were too "white".
The group of "round table knights" who were present seemed weird. Their white hair, white eyebrows, gray-white pupils, and silver-white armor did not mean that they were different from the deity.
These people are not real round table knights. Is it a counterfeit?
Do not. The werewolf denied his thoughts in the next moment.
These people are not counterfeit goods, and they can recognize them as [I] or [something similar to me] from their conversation. They are like the avatars of the round table knights!
The werewolves used their own understanding of the round table system and the Holy Spirit to instantly sum up the answers.