Chapter 1271: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (14)
Chapter 1271 Demon Hunting in Silent Night (14)
At the same time, Egypt.
After leaving the casino, Albert followed Mutt and entered the slums on the outskirts of Cairo.
But... slums? Could it be that Mutt’s home is in this kind of slum? Is this possible? Albert’s heart was full of doubts, but he didn’t dare to ask. Maybe the slums were just a cover-up, Mutt
His home is a mansion with hidden secrets, God knows.
"We're here." The cat boy stopped in front of a shabby little stone house. He took out the key from his sports bag and opened the dilapidated wooden door in front of the hut.
When he pushed the door open and entered, Albert could hardly believe his eyes. The house was as simple as its appearance, without any mystery, and it was not necessarily hiding anything valuable.
There was only one bed, a wardrobe, a chair, a table, and a slightly worn coarse wool carpet in the house. The wooden bed looked so old that it was about to fall apart, and Albert couldn't help but worry that he would sit on it.
The bed would collapse under his weight.
Mutt walked to the closet and took off his soaked pants and underwear.
Except for a broken and rusty refrigerator, the only electrical appliance in the house is the chandelier on the ceiling. It is dim and old, and it is not really a qualified light source. It also attracts various moths to hang around on the light bulb.
, making the whole room flicker in moth shadows. The only advantage of poor lighting is that it makes the naked cat boy less embarrassed.
In short, this is an extremely poor family. Mutt lived a poor life below the standard, even worse than most people in Egypt.
"I really don't understand." Albert looked away from the cat boy's tail, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you a player of the Sandstorm Sphynx team? Meow? Mr. Sphynx
Dad will pay you a lot of money after every game, so why are you so poor?"
"Nonsense." The cat boy gave Tiger a blank look.
He casually picked up a piece of cloth and wiped his crotch, drying his soaked lower body: "You have to win the game to get bonuses, and Father Sphinx rewards players based on their performance.
The rewards can’t be too exaggerated, so they won’t be like what you imagine, with each player receiving hundreds of thousands in each game.”
After it was done, he put on clean underwear and breathed a sigh of relief: "Besides, I won't take a penny of the bonus dad gave me."
"What?!" Albert just felt incredible. Are there people in the world who refuse to take money even if they give him money?
"Dad is my benefactor. He redeemed me from the last slave owner. The last slave owner treated me so badly that I almost died from him. If it weren't for Mr. Sphinx,
Dad saved me, and it is impossible for me to stand in front of you and say these words to you now." When Mutt talked about this, there was some kind of blind longing in his eyes, as if he was in reverence for a god: "Therefore,
No matter how many rewards my father gives me, I won't take them. I only need pocket money to maintain my basic life, and I can earn back this money by working at the Cairo Hotel."
Tiger frowned, always feeling something was wrong.
"So, Father Sphinx used money to buy you back from your last slave owner. You are no longer a slave, but you still work for Father Sphinx almost for free, and plan to do it until you die."
....?Uh, do you need me to remind you, meow? How different is your current status from that of a slave?"
"The difference is huge," Mutt glared at the tiger fiercely: "I did it because I liked it. Father Sphinx didn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do with a whip. I am free.
Yes, do you understand? Iron shackles and chains can no longer bind me. The only thing that binds me is my love for Father Sphinx. I can do anything for him."
Albert was silent for a while. He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but because Mutt was Sphinx's subordinate, Tiger never dared to ask: "So...if Sphinx
If Si asked you to kill people, set fires, and do some illegal things, would you do it without hesitation?"
The cat boy was silent for a while, then he swallowed, nodded and said, "Yes."
Tiger frowned.
Mutt quickly explained: "But my father never asked me to do such a thing. He knew that I was not suitable. My value is only reflected on the football field."
"Where are the other players on the team?" Tiger asked: "Will they help Daddy Sphinx kill people and set fire?"
"Listen," Mutt looked at Albert unhappily: "You all say that Father Sphinx is the boss of the underworld and a bad guy who does all kinds of evil, but I know that he is actually a good person. Those who are really
He never gets involved in harmful things - such as drug trafficking. Although he is always misunderstood, he is just a good old man who quietly runs a casino, nothing more."
Albert still frowned. He knew that Mutt had been too deeply poisoned and could not be dissuaded: "If you think this is a fact, just believe what you want to believe. But I still advise you. Again.
If you continue to follow the Sphinx like this, you will lose your life one day."
As if he had expected that Albert would say this, Mutt's face showed neither anger nor fear, only a trace of sadness: "I know. This is my fate."
The cat-man boy packed some clean clothes from the closet to take away, and stuffed his sports bag. Since the sports bag couldn't be filled, he finally took out a worn-out teddy bear from the closet.
Mutter could only hold the puppet with his hands.
"Pfft." Albert couldn't help but sneered when he saw Mutt holding the bear.
"Just laugh if you want." The cat boy touched the puppet's forehead: "I said I won't accept rewards from Father Sphinx, but this is an exception. We won the Super Bowl that year.
My father gave me this teddy bear. You may think this is stupid and childish, but this is my treasure.
Albert was still scoffing.
"To be honest, I'm a little envious of you." Mutt looked at the tiger faintly again: "Father Sphinx never gets close to people. Even Mr. Phileos, who has the closest relationship with him, dad always
You will keep a distance from him. However, the old sphinx who never gets close to others will actually smile at you, comfort you, and even anxiously call the best therapist when you are in a coma. All of this
It’s incredible, so weird that it makes the sun rise in the west.”
The smile on Albert's face disappeared.
"So, I really want to know, who are you to my father?" The cat boy stared at the tiger boy intently: "Are you really his relative?"
This was the only question that left Albert speechless and unable to answer. It was not that Albert had never asked himself the same question.
In order to deceive the Queen of Jewels Rosetta, the Sphinx lied that the Palamedes and his sons and Albert were his children and grandchildren. Now that he has achieved his goal and negotiated a business deal with Rosetta, what about this
Lies no longer have any meaning, right?
Unless the Sphinx is really the Palamedes and his son, or even a blood relative of Albert?
However, this is theoretically impossible. After all, the Sphinx is far different in age from Albert, or even from Palamedes. And Albert obviously has only one father -----
- Robert, the leader of the Fang Clan (Tiger Clan). It is obviously impossible for Robert to have a lion man as his father (in fact, the Sphinx father is still a lion-headed man), everything is wrong.
So the Sphinx's caring feelings for Albert are really just an act? And for what purpose? Albert is clearly of no use to the Sphinx anymore?
Oh no, Albert has some use value, that is, to be a running back for the Sphinx. However, this still doesn't make sense. After all, the Sphinx dad only needs to hire Albert as a player normally.
, everything should be based on interests, there is no need to play extra emotional cards.
So what on earth is Papa Sphinx doing? I really can’t figure it out.
"Hey!" Mutt tugged at the corner of Albert's clothes and brought Tiger back to reality from his meditation: "Are you done dazed? Let's go back to the hotel when we're done."
"Of course." Tiger whispered perfunctorily, and tried not to touch the cat boy's pain as he reminded: "Remember to take a shower after you go back. The... ahem, [smell] on your body...
...I haven’t gotten rid of it yet.”
"I know," Mutt was embarrassed and annoyed, with a blush on his face, and he pouted self-deprecatingly: "I am a dirty kitten that wets its pants, you can humiliate me as much as you want, but I am still your personal
Assistant, from now on, you must strictly follow my arrangements for your schedule, exercise, and nutritional intake!"
"When did I become your slave?" Albert couldn't help but sarcastically said.
"If you want to become stronger, faster, and a better player, you have to listen to me." Mutt said without emotion, taking out a bottle of strange things from the refrigerator: "Now quickly put this bottle away."
Drink the protein drink. After every strenuous exercise, you need to replenish a large amount of protein, so that the torn muscles will regenerate stronger."
"Great, I'm just thirsty." The tiger drank the bottle of mysterious drink without thinking, but as soon as the drink reached his throat, he began to regret it. He wanted to spit out the weird-tasting thing.
, but the cat boy pressed the bottom of the bottle with one hand and forced Albert to drink the entire bottle.
"Ugh!" The tiger took a breath and then started to complain: "What the hell is this! It's like spoiled milk, it tastes terrible!"
However, he could not understand the densely written Egyptian characters on the bottle.
"You're overthinking. Things made with protein powder always have this weird taste." A strange smile flashed across the corner of Mutter's mouth, but he cleverly prevented the other party from noticing: "That's also my last bottle."
It’s all stocked up. There’s nothing left to take away here. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
Albert was just about to answer when something flashing red flew in from the window.