Chapter 2897: Unexplored Darkness (1)

Chapter 2897: An Unexplored Darkness
After returning to the Dawn, Beddyville went to the common room and planned to relax.
Not long ago, he and Nat had experienced a storm, and he needed to change his mood. He still had to use spells to save Quigg.
"Oh-how well I slept." Lawrence had just slept and just went to the lounge to stretch his muscles. "Boss, do you sleep well? Are you mentally full?"
"Uh, it's okay, ha ha ha ha ..." The werewolf youth drank the photon cola quantum taste with a very high content of , and smiled perfunctoryly.
"Bloody ..." Lawrence said suddenly.
"Yes?" Bedyville's wolf ears moved.
"You have a smell. You seem to have showered in a hurry, but the smell is not completely washed away." Lawrence shook his head and said, "Boss, shouldn't you just go to somewhere to do dangerous things without rest? Right? "
Be seen through. No, it was sniffed through. Bedyville continued to laugh with perfunctory embarrassment.
"Boss, don't you want to save Quigg?" Lawrence's expression was a little disappointed: "I said that this is a very hard battle, you must cultivate your spirit to win. But you don't seem to care much about it."
"No. I also want to save Quigg. I am so energetic that I can definitely beat the Yotton Giants, don't worry." Beddyville justified. Although he followed Nat to Germania, smashed a base, killed a large number of Naz Party people, and made a big farce. But in fact, he had not experienced much fighting. Most of the fighting was Nat. So at least half of Bedyville's argument is true. He is not very sleepy and consumes little mental energy.
"I hope so." Lawrence murmured a bit aggrievedly, took a bottle of Photon Coke and drank.
At this time, Elaine also returned tiredly from the outside. Elaine's White Lion was a bit confusing, and it took Bediville several seconds to recognize it as Elaine.
"... Elaine? Are you back?" Beddyville whispered. The white lion in front of him looked a bit like Leopold, and he was wearing the lion's clothes.
Elaine turned into this. And despite the burden of transformation, he has maintained this look for compensation?
"I heard about Leo." The werewolf youth said again, "I'm sorry, Elaine."
"I'm very sorry, too." The white lion walked down to the bar in a low mood: "Can I drink some wine?"
"Minors are not allowed to drink." Bedyville wanted to say that. But Elaine should be an adult, right? The transformation of this white lion looks like a teenager, but he shouldn't be a teenager anymore, right? Confused, Beddyville did not speak to stop Elaine.
"Can beer?" Lawrence used to pour some wine for Elaine: "I don't think you are suitable for drinking spirits. That thing can really temporarily anesthetize you and make you fall asleep, but when you get up tomorrow, everything will only change Even worse. "
"Hmm ..." Elaine didn't refuse, picked up Lawrence and poured him rye malt, and murmured it.
"So hard," he said.
Egyptian dark beer is made from the purest hops. This hop not only has strong antiseptic ability, but also has a strong bitterness that other hops don't have. Because hops have excellent sterilization and antiseptic ability, this beer has a long shelf life, but it is naturally bitter and difficult to import. Only a few people who know the goods will love it.
And Bedyville doesn't even know if Elaine is the man who knows the goods, because the White Lion drank that bitter beer in one breath, and did not even show disgust on his face.
"Just drinking and hurting yourself," said the werewolf youth. "The timing is right. I want to give you something."
He took out a lunch box from the refrigerator. This is what he told him so much that he couldn't let the little devils eat the food indiscriminately. Today, Sigrid, who is in charge of looking after the imps, seems to have listened to Beddyville's words, and the food in the lunch box is not too small.
"This is ..." Beddyville found it a bit difficult to tell, but put the lunch box in front of Elaine: "The child has come before, this is the lunch he prepared for you. He knows you are unconscious, so he prepared it specially Yes, he hopes that when you wake up hungry, you can eat the dinner he prepared for you. I know whether it is appropriate to give this to you at this timing, but the food will deteriorate sooner or later, and it is better to finish it as soon as possible. "
"Is Leo ..." Elaine watched Leo's bento for him, and couldn't help touching the scene, tears in his eyes.
"Who has said before that only love and food can't be disappointed." Beddyville commanded: "You have disappointed too much. Then at least eat this lunch box with gratitude."
"Well ... I, I understand." The White Lion whispered, and it really held the lunchbox in his arms like a treasure: "I ... can I eat in my room, can I?"
"Of course. There will be a golem to clean up anyway."
"Then ..." God went away absently.
"His condition is worrying," Lawrence said.
"He will survive." Beddyville said calmly: "He is stronger than you think."
The werewolf youth drank another full bottle of cola and said to Lawrence, "Supposedly you made a fortune today?"
"Yeah. Make a lot of money and make a big advertisement for the brand of Photonic Cola." Lawrence grinned. "Although the old mage has been thinking about doing experiments, I don't understand."
"The old man didn't know what bad ideas he was working on. I hope nothing bad will happen."
"Beverages that can be drunk into the stomach have passed standard quality tests before filling. No large-scale food poisoning incidents have been found today. I think it should be fine."
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"No, I'm concerned about something else." Beddyville's forehead was sweating. The issue of food safety is secondarily. What the werewolf youths worry about is what Rogan did on drinks ... magic.
"In any case, it's a blessing that there is no trouble today." He said, "Don't say that. What's the situation over Quig? Let's start the spell ritual when you are ready."
"Oh, let's do it!" Lawrence was full of ambitions. "You need to let the giant Yotton see the power of our magician!"
At the same time, Elaine sat cross-legged in her room. He chewed slowly, carefully eating what Leopold had prepared for him, the last bento.
When Leo was doing this, his physical strength was not as good as before, but he did his best to prepare delicious rolls and patties. The egg roll skin was carefully mixed during the production process to maintain the perfect shape. The sandwiched vegetables and sauce were very fresh. The patties were carefully cut out of the gluten from the beef, minced, roasted slowly, and finally finished. Even the boiled cauliflower is crispy and delicious, presumably processed and cooked by some special method. These are very simple foods, but you can see the intentions of the producers for them.
Eating and eating, Elaine cried naturally: "It's delicious ... this is too, too delicious ..."
Ten years, maybe even centuries, trapped in another world, he has not eaten any flavorful food. Except for the occasional bitterness that he hates most, any food in that world is full of sand-like taste, sand-like bland taste. Only the bento prepared by Leopold for him, although it had been let cold, was able to eat the real taste.
Another world is carefully crafted, and the extravagant food cannot be compared with this small lunch.
Only love and food cannot be disappointed. Maybe no one in the world knows this better than Elaine. What's the meaning of this sentence?
"Leo ..." After eating the bento, he lay down in front of the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror, the white lion boy who looked very similar to Leo.
"Ray ... Ou ..." He reached out and stroked the mirror, closing his eyes. The slight drunkenness of beer made him a little sleepy.
[May we meet in our dreams. ]
"Oh, you're finally here." In Quig's room, it was Gladiator Bereld who was in charge of the rotation. The bald guy seemed busy and anxious, looking forward to the next good play by Bedyville and Lawrence.
"Did that guy ever wake up?" Beddyville asked.
"No." Bereld shook his head indifferently. "It's a rare encounter with the ancient race of the giant Jotun, and I want to chat with him. I didn't expect him to fall asleep all the time.
"Or he's just pretending to sleep. Don't care," Bedyville reminded.
"You're head-to-head with him now? Use spells?" The gladiator asked again, "Are you two alone enough to win him? You know, that's the Jotun giant after all."
"The giants of Yotton are not famous for their mental strength." Lawrence added: "The giants are best known for their physiques, you know."
"Of course, of course." The bald guy nodded again and again: "But after all, he is such a powerful ancient race, I hope he is more tricky?"
Beddyville covered his face. "Now he's tricky enough. Don't make it harder for us."
So Bereld burst into a series of both heroic and unpleasant laughter.
"Can't you find a few more magicians to help you?" Maybe it's uneasy, and Nat came to the scene at this time.
"It's not that more people are better," Lawrence explained. "The main point is that we work together to wake up Quaig's ontological consciousness and drive away the Jotun giant. Many people can easily cause confusion."
"If the Giants run out of Quee and make trouble in the boat, I'll ask you to clean up at that time," Beddyville said.
Although he didn't think there was anything more the Yoden giant could do inside the ship. After that guy is likely to be kicked out of Quigg's body, the cloud disappears, right?
"Leave it to me." "It's just what I want," Bereld and Nat said in unison. They really plan to fight the giants of Yotton.
... fight in such a narrow room? seriously?
Beddyville was more worried. If the two really fought against the giants of Yotton, maybe they would have to make a few holes in the Dawn?
"Let's get started," Lawrence motioned to Quig's bed. There are already a few command spells he has carved out using spells. The command spell is usually portrayed on the person, either the curse speller himself or the other person's time. Commandments carved on the ground like this are very rare.
"You are ready to come." Learning Lawrence, Bedyville stood on one of the orders.
"Then, the spells begin to synchronize!" What spell the spellcaster started, he held Beddyville's hand in one hand, and pressed Quig's forehead in the other.
With a whirlpool of strange attraction, Beddyville's consciousness was gradually sucked away. The fire of their spells also rose above their heads.
"What is this place?" The werewolf youth looked at the surrounding landscape-most likely a scene reproduced from Quaig's memory-and couldn't help but be confused.
This is not a battlefield. It's not like the army barracks where Quigg stayed before.
This old brick and tile, this shabby and smoked wall, this pot and this stove.
It looks like this, kitchen?
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