Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1225 Rest in the night

At the same time, Bediville, who was heading for the battleship medical room, met the heavenly knight Palindol in the corridor in front of the medical room.

"The Grand Duke of Palinol." The werewolf made a slap in the face of the Cavaliers.

"Yeah." Palinol nodded slightly and left, not looking at Biddyville. Perhaps, for such a big man, the small role of the werewolf is insignificant.

There is no time to think about this kind of thing, and Bedieville is approaching the medical room. The door has not been pushed open, and Biddiville heard a chat from someone in the medical room. It was originally a place for the injured candidates to recuperate. It should be absolutely quiet; but I don’t know which idiots who are not interested, even flirting with the nurses in the medical room in that frivolous tone.

Bedyville pushed the door in and glanced at the people inside. Sure enough, the idiot who is not interested in it is the Tiger Man Youth Albert.

"What is your stupid tiger hooking up with the nurses?" Bettiville gave a look at Ayre.

"Hey, you want to manage. If you look for Elaine, he is in the fifth compartment." The tiger casually perfunctory the werewolf and continued to chat with a nurse. The nurse, who was mediocre, had a huge chest. At that moment, Bediville finally understood the focus of Albert's choice of women: in short, as long as the chest is big.

The werewolf stunned the tiger and glanced at the compartment. There are more than 20 small compartments in the medical room that can accommodate just one patient. These compartments are excellent for ventilation and soundproofing. They are designed for those who are seriously injured so that they can be quietly injured without interference from the outside world. ——The “outside interference” mentioned here, of course, mainly refers to the ignorant and **** **** of the nurses.

"I came in." The werewolf pushed the door of the compartment and walked into the compartment where Elaine was: "Ilan, are you still resting?"

"Hey, I, I am getting better." The White Bears are doing some gentle stretching exercises on the bed, so that the body that has been lying for a long time is soothed.

"Hey, don't force yourself, let the wound tear again." Biddyville said: "Even if you have super-recovery ability, you should be exhausted in the previous combat."

"I, I am very good." The white bear whispered, stuttering seems to be more serious than usual: "The horse can climb and climb up immediately. I, let's go back to the hotel."

"You are not good at all." Bettiville knew that the White Bears were stubborn: "The face is still so bad, it is better to lie down for a while. I will sit quietly for ten minutes here, I will pick you up later."

"Yes, but -"

"I just met the Knight of the Day Parallel when I came. Did he come to visit you?" The werewolf turned and asked.

"Hmm." The White Bears nodded hard and seemed to have something to say.

"You should thank the Grand Duke of Palindol." Biddiville went on to say: "The battle between you and the scimitar Molen is ending with your victory, but Moron was very dissatisfied with the ruling, and once wanted to kill. You are fainting. It was the Grand Duke of Palinlor who stopped him and saved your life. You owe him a life."

"Yes, isn't it." There was a flush of red on Elaine's face. Every time he mentioned the strong men who admire him, the white bears would show this shy and envious expression: "The Grand Duke of Palindol"

"What is he doing here, just looking at you?" Albert suddenly came in from the outside of the compartment and snored.

"No, nothing." The white bear replied, and the expression was obviously not "nothing" but "no way to open."

So Bedieville gave the tiger a white look: "Are you not busy with the **** of the nurses? Then go to your busy place, don't come to fight - all in all, Elaine, you are doing very beautiful today, really An eye-opening battle. After we go back, let's go eat a big meal, I treat you."

"Good yeah, tonight is a lobster dinner!" Albert smirked casually.

"Idiot, who wants to invite you to dinner. If you don't work, you will pay for it yourself!" The werewolf snarled.

I didn't expect Albert to wipe his nose with a cat's paw. He said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, people are already rich."

"Yes, rich people?"

"Hey, you really don't know?" Although I was just getting the information I had just chatted with the nurse, "Ayre looks even more sullen:" In this game, we can get paid. And, every game. The higher the ratings, the more rewards we get! The gorgeous performances of this uncle will definitely make the ratings skyrocket, oh, how much can you earn?"

"Oh--" Bettiville has long-faced: "There is still such a wonderful rule. This is the malice from His Majesty King Arthur."

"Evil, malicious?" Elaine could not understand.

"The King of Arthur's [Five Kings Battle] was also performed under the eyes of millions of people in Great Britain. Of course, it was also broadcast live on TV." The werewolf replied slightly unpleasantly: "Your Majesty also spit out this clown. Performance show. I didn’t expect it to be our turn to experience it now."

auzw.com "It’s a clown, it’s nothing to be a clown. It’s not good." Albert said proudly: "The purpose is to let people all over the world see our strength and let The world knows that we are the deserved winners of the round table, right? If you have the strength, let the show come out and let others know, otherwise where is the reputation, where is the recognition?"

"Although you are right to say this." The werewolf frowned. "But I would rather keep a low profile. It is enough to do my part."

"So you are willing to hide in the mountains and mountains as a big savage, hehe." Albert seized the opportunity to ridicule: "You have fallen behind these values ​​for centuries! Modern and even you are old-fashioned It’s incredible that the miracle exists!"

"Hey, I want you to manage." Bettiville also learned that Albert's previous tone responded dismissively.

Bedieville, who has no pursuit of his reputation, knows his heart best. He participated in round-table trials only to serve the king he followed, and there was nothing else to ask for. When everything is over, when King Arthur no longer has the place to use Bediville, the werewolf will retreat and return to the wilderness of the snowfields of Western Siberia to live a quiet life.

alone.

Yes, because he is already alone, Lotus and Husky are gone.

"If people don't have the food they really want to pursue, they can't really become strong." King Arthur's words once again sounded from the wolf's brain, stinging the nerves of Bedieville.

But what should he do?

A man can't resurrect, and his wife and children who have died under the snowy claws cannot once again appear in this world. Betdiville, who loves lotus sounds, knows that it is impossible to love another woman in this life and organize another family.

In fact, his ruling road has no [hope] at all, and some are only deep despair and loneliness. Bediville had not subconsciously considered this kind of thing, but only wanted to live quietly. But since he met Albert again in the wilderness a few months ago, his life rhythm has been disrupted, and then there is a roundtable trial of this kind of thing, so that Bediville has to further introspection -

What is he for, to go to this point? ——

If you vomit blood, you have to fight hard, what is it for?

Thinking of this, Bediville’s arm was sore. His arm, which was supposed to be made by Mithril, had no painful arm, and it brought a pain to his Lord!

"呜" the werewolf slammed his left arm in an attempt to suppress this unusual phantom pain.

"Bei, Mr. Bedieville?" Elaine saw the werewolf suddenly pale, and immediately exclaimed.

"Hey, are you okay? Let's cheer up!" Albert also realized that Bidwell's sudden attack was unusual and he was busy holding the werewolf who almost fell.

"I am very good" Bettiville tried to ease his breath: "It's just an old man's arm that has long since lost. Occasionally there will be phantom pain. I will get better with a slow breath, don't worry."

"Hey," Albert muttered: "If you say it, how can I never hear what you said, how did the arm become disabled?"

The werewolf responded coldly: "I didn't tell you all the obligations."

It’s certainly impossible for Bediville to tell anyone about it. Just seven years ago, in order to change back to Arthur’s life, the werewolf teenager used his own life as a sacrifice, which should have been burned to ashes by the flame of the black immortal. But his brother Papalov also used his life as a sacrifice, and blocked the black flame attack before the black Phoenix killed the life of Bediwell. As a result, Bedieville not only lost his brother forever, but also lost his left arm.

Family, brothers, wives and children are all leaving him.

He lost too much, and the rest are all outside the body, not worthy of nostalgia.

For the rest of his life, he was desperate, and his future had nothing to lose.

Such a person surrounded by despair, but still want to become a round table knight, to achieve those desires that do not exist at all?

"Bei, Mr. Bedieville" Elaine struggled to get up: "I, I have completely cured, I, let's go back."

"Alright? We will wait for you, then you will lie down for a while." The werewolf licked the white bear's chest, and a large scar that had existed there had been blocked, but it was only blocked from the outside, and the internal organs were injured. It should not be so easy to heal. When the white bear climbs up, it is the best evidence to move the wound.

"No, no," Elaine put on his coat: "How can I spend it here? Prepare for the next and next battle!"

(It’s really enviable.)

(If I have a clear goal like Elaine, I might be stronger.)

(A person who is desperate and destined, what should he do to become stronger?)