Chapter 745: Spying on the evil domain (1)

Chapter 745 spying on the evil domain
Bedyville opened his eyes and found that the time was already ten in the morning. Yesterday's hard work made him sleep over his head in a rare way.
The white bear Elaine, who should have been on the carpet, and the tiger man, Albert, who should have been rested on another bed, have disappeared at the moment.
The werewolf climbed up worriedly, thinking that the two guys who had never met before would wake up and touch it. Will they fight?
He had to get out of bed and change clothes in a hurry and rushed outside the room.
Snapped! Hey! bump! Outside the house is the sound of the sword.
Oops. Beddyville was even more sinking. Ayr and Elaine really started to fight.
He rushed out of the hotel and shouted out of the house: "Don't fight! Stop!"
In the outskirts of Edinburgh, the hotel’s deserted courtyard, the tiger and the white bear are training with wooden swords for training. They saw the werewolf rushing out and shouting this sentence, and they all stopped and looked over at Bediville.
Even the landlord who trimmed the trees in the yard turned around and looked at Bediville dissatisfiedly: "What? I am trimming my yard, do you have any opinions?"
"No, but, hey --" The werewolf was full of doubts watching the people present: "Ayr, Elaine, are you not fighting?"
"Who is fighting? Don't think that everyone is as naive as you are, and when you see strangers, you will fight." Albert sneered fiercely: "This child is the one you brought, right? This sword-- Finished - full - no - OK - I am guiding him."
"Yes, yes." Elaine blushed and embarrassedly licked his head.
"Why are you so clumsy? If you are stupid and want to take the Round Table Knight exam, are you not afraid to be screened out in the first round?" Albert looked at Elaine with a scornful look, as if Looking at a small waste that is not used.
If he knows how ferocious Elaine has changed, the tiger will never laugh.
"That's alright." The werewolf shrugged helplessly: "Don't make too much noise, it will disturb the neighbors."
"Hey, you can rest assured at this point." The Sainzel landlord continued to trim the branches of a big tree in the yard with large scissors: "This is a suburb. The distance between the houses is so wide. Notice that the night of the spirit has passed, and you will have fun."
It seems that I encourage the two boys to continue to fight. Bedieville is even more helpless.
There are still two days to go before the exam begins. Although Bediville promised the Prophet Mutani, he said that he should rest well in these two days.
But, do nothing, wait for the time to pass? This is not the nature of Bediville at all.
His first thought was to use the two days to improve his strength.
Moreover, not only to improve themselves, but also to think about Albert, to upgrade the strength of the tiger.
Bediville had secretly made such a decision and qualified with Albert to become a round table knight.
When it comes to improving strength, Bedieville first thought of someone. Or, an item in the hand of someone.
Olin's [planting of the forest].
The female coordinator who worked with Bedieville yesterday used a wonderful prop called [the kind of forestry].
That thing can be ever-changing, and it doesn't need to consume the user's photon (magic power), that is, the orcs can also use it.
If you can get it, if Bediville and Albert can also use it, their strength will definitely increase, and they will have a great advantage in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table.
The only problem is that it seems to be the secret of the Druids. Can this secret technique be passed on? This is a mystery.
However, it is worth a try. Why not? The Prophet Mutani is such an enlightened person, and perhaps he is willing to teach the werewolves their power to use the forest.
After making up his mind, Bedieville walked to the side of the host of Senezel, while watching the landlord trimming the trees, and asked casually: "I thought that the people of Druids admire nature, not casual. To transform the face of nature?"
"Pruning is another matter." The old man replied naturally: "Even the trees themselves don't know what is growing and those that need to be discarded as soon as possible. I help it trim the paper strips and make the aging weak. Part of the way to help the trees grow better. This is the same as human hair cutting and nail cutting, no special taboos."
"It’s also true." Biddiville replied casually.
"Hey--" the landlord knew that Bedieville had come to pick up a mess. He was too lazy to go around with the werewolf and asked him straight away: "What do you want to ask? Just say something."
After Bediville was debunked, he had to whisper and said, "I want to go see your prophet. I want to learn from your Druids."
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"You want to learn to use the power of [the forestry species], right?" The old man once again ruthlessly smashed the werewolf's lies.
"You, how do you know?"
The old man smiled wickedly: "Hey, Olin, who was working with you last night, is my granddaughter. What do you say?"
(God, this world is really small.)
"Okay, okay." Betdiville had already lost his face at this time. "Yes, I want to learn to use the power of [forest]. Can't it? Is this ability really only passed to Drew? Is the believer in Iraq?"
"Yes, it never spreads. Let's die." The old man said straightforwardly.
"噢" Bediville can't help but be disappointed. But think about it, how can such a powerful ability be passed on to outsiders?
The old man used a seductive tone: "However, if you are willing to join the Druids -"
"No, thank you, but no." The werewolf hurriedly interrupted the old man. He definitely does not teach, no matter how big the temptation is. Druid's attitude towards life is very different from that of his, and the werewolves don't want to easily provoke religions that they don't know.
"Hey, screaming" The old man laughed again, as if the prank was successful, and said proudly: "I know it will be like this. The Prophet Mutani sent a message yesterday to tell me that you will ask similar questions. And if I invite you to teach, you will definitely refuse."
(Yes, everything was expected by the prophet, it is a prophet.)
"But the prophet also said, if you are not willing to teach, you will not have to force you. What you want is here, I can send you without teaching. Just look at what you do."
The old man took out a small seed from his arms.
The kind of forest! ?
However, it is a bit wrong. It is a small circle, and the color is different from the real forest.
It has a wonderful light blue glow.
"[seed of yggdrasil] - strictly speaking, it is actually the ancestor of [the kind of forestry]." The old man of Senezer gave the tree to the werewolf: "It is [the forest The original form, the things that can change are relatively limited. But relatively, it is also easier to manipulate - of course, you must first learn to communicate with it."
When Bedieville took the little seed, he could feel the slight agitation in the thing.
"It is talking to me." The werewolf sighed. This wonderful agitation seems to be really a word.
"Yes, it's talking." The old man sneered. "One day, you will learn to communicate with it. Work hard."
"Well, but" although it seems a bit greedy, Biddy is still cheeky and asks the Nezaire landlord: "Is there more? I want to give it to Ayr."
Albert is the most urgently needed person to enhance his strength. The werewolf thought.
"There is a lot of demand." The landlord browed up and showed a helpless expression. "[The species of the sacred tree] only bears a seed every ten years. It is a very rare thing. The prophet can only see you, and the exception is to send the seeds. For those who are not Druids, please don't be greedy, okay?"
"That's okay." To be said, the werewolf did not dare to make more requests. "I don't want this kind of child. I sent it to Albert. Is that okay?"
The landlord is indifferent: "You are free. The seed has already been sent to you, and you have to deal with it, it is entirely up to you. But -" The landlord turned to look at the tiger youth in the distance: "Teach you or not It’s a superfluous thing, and the power of the hand is given to others. It hurts people, especially the proud cat."
The insight of the old man of Senezel was nothing to do with the Prophet Mutani, who suddenly felt that the old man was terrible.
"I will try to give this to Ayr without hurting his feelings." The werewolf said depressedly, in fact, he had no bottom.
"I hope you can succeed." The landlord squeezed out a malicious sneer: "However, even if he can give him, can he hear the sound of the sacred tree, can use the tree species, all are unknown. I wish you good luck. Oh, hey -"
When the old man smiled maliciously, the werewolf knew that there was still the following.
"Don't play. If you have extra trees, give it to me." Bedieville suppressed his anger and pleaded. "Relatively, if there is anything to do, let me do it."
"That's good." Senezel's old man smiled even more evil. He handed the big scissors in his hand to the werewolf: "Hey, let me do the gardening first. Then I will repair the roof of the hotel. Weather More and more rain is getting wet, I am afraid that it will leak again this year."
"Can it be, but, what about the species?" The werewolf had the feeling of being cheated: "You must have extra trees, right?"
"In short, you can get something that can help you strengthen your ability. Rest assured, I will help you find a way." The work on the old man's hand was pushed to Bediville to go back and walk back into the room. go with.
Bedyville has a feeling of being fooled. But he has promised to help the landlord to do gardening and roof repair, and he has to finish the chores first.
He took sharp scissors and secretly hoped that the old man of Sainzel could keep his promise. Otherwise - hey! He slashed a finger-sized branch, which was just as large as a human part.