Chapter 1111: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (33)

"Uh, me? My name is Bediwell. The werewolf replied.

The ball of light flashed with a flash: "Login, Acting Captain Lord Bediwell." Please be seated. "But I'm not tired. The werewolf looked at the pale golden, hard-looking, uncomfortably metal captain's seat - it hurts to sit on it, right?

"Just sit down. The Knight King urged the werewolf: "Something may happen if you sit down." "Oh, okay. Bediwell sat down reluctantly. However, the captain's seat of this "metal" was unexpectedly soft. It is covered with memory metal, which can become as soft and elastic as human flesh if necessary. Sitting on this heavy memory metal chair makes you feel like you're sitting on a top-notch metal leather sofa.

"Oh, not bad. The werewolf leaned back in his chair and stretched his muscles, kicking his feet restlessly back and forth.

"Then, the spaceship has officially taken off. Eve said this, and there was a sudden commotion on the bridge of the ship.

Boom Boom - With a low, faint sound of gears turning and steel bars, a huge gap opened in the ship's deck. The part of the bridge where Bedwell and Arthur were located was driven by the ship's mechanism, and in an instant, it emerged from the gap in the deck of the ship and moved to the top of the golden ship. The armor plates on the four walls of the bridge were also removed and replaced by slightly pale gold tempered glass walls.

There were windows on all sides, and the view around them suddenly opened up - the [ceiling] of the entire underground sea of glass appeared above the two of them!

"Wow. The werewolf looked at the surrounding landscape and let out an exclamation.

The view of the underground glass sea is very amazing, and regardless of the ground made of pure glass, like endless transparent sand dunes, even the ceiling of this cave is huge glass, but the glass has thousands of unclear cracks. It's very thick, and it looks very strong, after all, it's responsible for supporting the weight of the entire sea of sand above it.

The grains of sand that fell from the huge quicksand pit of the desert and rose back again by some force struck on the glass ceiling full of cracks, seeped back through the cracks in the glass, and became part of the Sahara Sand Sea again.

"In ancient times, it is said that there was a great war in the Sahara Desert, and this underground glass world was created by someone using forbidden art at the end of the war. King Arthur looked at the wonderful scene in front of him and said, "It is the same as Camillo, the first imperial capital of Great Britain, and the Turkic Death Swamp, which is an unnatural landscape created by forbidden arts. "Arthur, you already know about this sea of glass?!" the Knight King said calmly, "I haven't been here in person, and the risk of not being able to go back after the expedition comes in is too great." But we've dropped a probe into the bunker, and the outline here is understandable. I don't know how this ship passed through that glass ceiling?" "There is no glass in the part with the quicksand pit, so let's go up from that sand, probably." The werewolf looked at the flickering white light in the sky, they were quicksand bunkers in the sea of sand. Even when viewed from the battleship, the white light still seemed very distant, as if it were really like the stars in the sky - how thick was this zenith?

"That's right, Eve. Bediville still hadn't forgotten his original purpose, "Let me explain a few questions first: first, what's going on with this ship? Why is it sailing in such a hellish place? Second, do you know how to get to [City of the Dead]? The previous log data has been corrupted and cannot be read. "And who was your last captain?" asked Bediwell.

"The acting captain does not have enough authority to answer this question. Eve said again.

"Tsk" The werewolf gritted his teeth.

"Second question: Speculation that Acting Captain Bediville refers to [City of the Dead] is referring to the Seventy-Third Supply Depot, the only one still in operation. Please confirm the course, if the course is correct, the ship will immediately depart for the 73rd supply station. "Okay. The werewolf nodded, "Take us there." "Understood. Main engine ignition. Fairway correction. Departure began at Wang's 73rd Supply Station. As Eve's words fell, the entire golden ship began to tremble slightly, and the people inside could clearly feel the propulsion of the ship, although the scenery before them barely changed in the vast darkness.

"Great, Arthur. Beddevil smiled at the Knight King, "I'll get the Desert Rose soon." "I hope so. The Knight King was thoughtful: "I originally thought that oasis was a natural landscape, but I didn't expect it to be a supply station for ancient people. No wonder it can't be found - if the ancients deliberately hid it, with our current level of technology, it is estimated that it will never be found. As a result, it's all up to your luck this time, Bediwell. "Hey, hey. The werewolf scratched his head.

The ringing in his stomach grew louder and louder. Today's exercise is quite large, and the military ration stick that Arthur gave just now is not enough to fill Bediwell's stomach.

"You glutton. King Arthur glared at the werewolf, and was about to take another emergency ration from his belt bag for Bedeville to eat.

Unexpectedly, Eve took a step forward and said: "The restaurant of this transport ship has been unlocked, if you need to replenish food, please go to the restaurant to eat." An ice-blue beam of light appeared on the ground, extending all the way to the depths of the battleship, presumably a hologram for leading the way.

"Oh, does this transportship still have a restaurant?" the Knight King frowned slightly, his face full of curiosity.

"But hasn't this transporter sailed alone for thousands of years?" Bediwell also frowned and asked, "Even if the refrigeration equipment here is good, the food stored here is something that rotted thousands of years ago, right? "No, this transportship doesn't need to store food. The ship's food regeneration system only needs carbon and water to synthesize food. The ship has a very good water stock, and every once in a while it goes to the supply depot to fill it with new water. Carbon, on the other hand, is made by electrolysis of carbon dioxide in the air and can be used indefinitely. "So you can conjure our dinner out of thin air??" the werewolf jumped up from his seat, "and see how good the food you make with air and water can be." "You can expect that. Arthur followed Bedwell in the direction of the restaurant: "The battleships of Great Britain are equipped with a similar system, but its system is not perfect, and it can only make the tasteless bars you just ate with air and water. I wish this transport ship could do better. "Eve, I want a sirloin steak, eight ripe." "The werewolf deliberately used difficult dishes to make things difficult for the battleship's artificial intelligence.

"Understood, Acting Captain. Eve replied unemotionally, but seemed confident.

"Well, I'll ask for a salt-and-pepper french fries and a lamb kebab with lemon juice. Can you do it?" Arthur ordered even more tricky.

"Understood, Acting Captain's friend. Eve replied without emotion, not knowing how it could make things like chili peppers and salt from air and water.

Far from their surprise, when they followed the blue beam of navigation to the Golden Ship's restaurant, a smell of food was already blowing in their faces.

The doors of the restaurant clicked open from both sides, and the luxurious restaurant full of gold hues was presented to the two of them.

The entire dining room was more than 600 square feet, enough for hundreds of people to eat at the same time - considering that this was a transport ship's dining room, there must have been a large crew at the time, and this size was also a matter of course.

Although the entire dining room was golden from the setting to the chairs, Bediwell knew that the metallic chairs must also be made of memory alloy, not as hard as they looked, and they would be comfortable to sit on. Although the tables and chairs are squarely and very simple, they have a vague atmosphere of elegance and refinement.

In the middle of dozens of dining tables, there are two plates of food on a particularly large dining table. The small scarab golems that brought the food had just receded, and the food was covered with lids, and its contents were unclear for the time being. Although I can't see the contents clearly, the aroma of the food is not false at all. Arthur could clearly smell the pungent aroma of black pepper, the fragrance of lemon, the rich aroma of steak, and the tender smell of lamb.

"Can this kind of thing do it," Bediwell walked into the table, intoxicated before he could lift the lid.

Arthur didactic: "Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, umami, and even aroma, most of these substances that affect the sense of smell and taste are organic polymer compounds. No matter how complex the structure is, their essence is indeed the aggregate of several basic elements such as carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. The salty taste can be purified by using minerals in water. It is theoretically possible to synthesize these things with water and air. A large amount of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead: "Alright, alright! stop talking! let's eat!" he lifted the lid of his plate, and the juicy steak on the plate still sizzled, and the oil in it was boiling—the steak seemed to have just been fried on the plate. The werewolf sniffed, and even his proud sense of smell couldn't tell the difference between this thing and a real steak. If anything, the shape is too square, and the texture of the meat is too perfect, and it looks a bit fake. Aside from these shortcomings, this melt-in-your-mouth sirloin steak is indeed the real thing, and the taste is amazing!

"Well, that's good. Arthur was also munching on his kebabs, which were tender and glutenless, and melted in the mouth, and unlike ordinary lamb, they didn't smell like lamb - these unnecessary things were probably ignored in the process of synthesis.

"Great! In this case, you can eat enough at any time in the future!" said the werewolf with a smile, "During the time that [the cabin in the woods] was not usable, I have enjoyed a lot of less!" The knight king glanced at the werewolf: "Eat so much high-calorie food, you won't gain weight at all." Bediwell took a big bite of the steak: "Hehe, the body of orcs is not easy to accumulate useless fat, and they will not gain weight if they eat and drink the sea." Envy, huh?" Arthur was just about to laugh when his phone rang.