Chapter 1274: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (17)
Chapter 1274 Demon Hunting in Silent Night (Seventeen)
Faced with Albert's question, Castro, the vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association, first smiled, and then suddenly struck out, clamping his palms together!
Snap!!------With a clear and loud sound, Castro's two big hands clamped Albert's cat face tightly, scaring the little tiger's forehead to sweat.
"Ka, Vice President Castro?" Albert repeated it tremblingly.
"Why did I come to you? You asked me why I came to you!?" Castro said with an angry look on his face: "Albert, you are really smart! You suddenly disappeared without even saying a word."
, after having the entire hunter association frantically looking for you in the wilderness of Eastern Europe for more than a month, you suddenly appeared on live TV in Egypt? What kind of international joke is this?!"
"Uh..." More cold sweat broke out from Albert's forehead, no, maybe from his whole body. He felt that his underwear was a little wet. Together with the several liters of sweat that suddenly poured out,
Sticky on his fur.
"We thought you were killed by a monster, and we thought that even if we couldn't find you, we should at least take your body home and give it a proper burial!" Castro continued, while talking to Albert
The cat was twisted and twisted: "Do you know how worried we are about you?!"
"Yes, but------"
"Tell me now, you damn little tiger!" Castro's eyes spurted out anger, and the scorching flames could melt people: "Do you want to be fried or pan-fried? Should I fry it first?"
Would you like to stew it and eat it, or pluck all the fur from the cat and make it into a roasted tiger?"
"I don't want to die, thank you------" Albert said helplessly.
"Then explain why you appear in such a place!" the vice-president roared angrily, and the heavy bass like rolling thunder tore Albert's eardrums: "So you suddenly resigned and became a Warcraft hunter, and ran away
Are you here to take the exam for the Knights of the Round Table?! Even if you take the exam without permission, can't you at least send a message to the association to report that you are safe? Ha?! How can you be so careless in doing things?!"
"But, but I really gave you a message..." Albert just felt so innocent, "No. 72 carrier pigeon, that gray guy with white spots on his forehead, he didn't
Send the letter to the headquarters, meow?"
"You...have?" Castro's anger suddenly subsided, just as quickly as he suddenly burst into anger: "But the department has never received it------Wait, seven
Pigeon No. 12? That old useless guy------?"
The tiger nodded hurriedly.
"Oh, damn, we've already eaten it... uh no, let it retire..." Castro let go of Albert: "It does seem to want to fly back to pick something up."
Something looks like, but it’s already too late.”
"That damn pigeon left the letter halfway?" Tiger said with a long face.
"Maybe.------But you still did something wrong!!" Vice President Castro once again grabbed Albert's head with one hand and pressed heavily on the tiger's head with his huge palm.
He shouted with a rather scary tone: "Since there is no response from the headquarters, why don't you send another letter for confirmation? How can you be so careless in your work?!"
"But, but since I arrived in Great Britain, I have been busy and have no time to deliver letters..." Albert pretended to be innocent and looked at Castro with his big watery eyes:
"It became even more impossible once the exam started. They confiscated all the personal belongings of each candidate."
"Huh------" the vice-president stared at the little tiger doubtfully: "Very good, you can force it through..."
"But it's really not a hard fight!" Albert couldn't laugh or cry.
"Forget it." Only this time did Castro really let go of Albert: "I will believe your lies for the time being and postpone your execution. It's best not to let me expose your lies, otherwise I will
I’m going to make you into a braised tiger."
"Ah hahaha------" Albert smiled bitterly and opened the door of the hotel room with the key card: "Anyway, come in first and sit down. If there is anything else you need me to report, just ask."
(After asking, please disappear as soon as possible.)
"Okay, I'll just have a cup of tea before I leave!" Castro followed and stepped into the door. He suddenly realized something and immediately sniffed his palms.
"Hmm, the scent. It's a woman's. It's brand new. Shampoo and... lip balm? ------Wow, your kid's life has been quite moist recently! Which woman did you just have sex with?
Have you ever hung out together?"
"No!" Albert was so angry that he couldn't even find the strength to complain: "It's just a kiss, nothing else!"
Unexpectedly, the vice president immediately revealed it ruthlessly: "That's not what the smell of your lower body told me."
Albert really wanted to kill himself with a piece of butter.
About twenty minutes later, in the living room.
Albert briefly reported his experience over the past month to Vice President Castro, then breathed a sigh of relief and drank his juice.
"Very interesting." Custer also took a sip of black tea: "So you decided not to come back to the Hunter Association and concentrate on completing your exams?"
The tiger man young man nodded.
"Please, Albert, you should know better than anyone else. This kind of exam is not suitable for you. As an excellent hunter, making a living by hunting monsters and bringing peace to the Dawn Region, this is
Your job. Do you still want to be a knight of the round table and chase the glory of a knight?"
"But I must carry out what I started to the end." Albert sighed: "You can't give up on everything halfway. Isn't this what you taught me?"
"I also taught you not to blindly pursue things you never need." Castro hummed: "You are already an excellent Warcraft hunter, with a reputation and status, no worse than the knights of Great Britain."
.However, in order to become that damn Knight of the Round Table, you were reduced to putting on a show on TV. It was just a show, and the battle was so embarrassing that you almost didn't lose. Has your kid's skill deteriorated?"
There was a moment of embarrassment on Albert's face. Castro must have watched Albert's game today.
"At least I won..."
"Yes, fortunately you won, otherwise the World of Warcraft Hunters Association would be disgraced by you." Castro stood up from the chair: "Forget it, I know it's useless to persuade you to go back. But don't be there either."
We're just hanging around outside, so let's stop and return to the Hunter Association as soon as possible. The eastern region has been very uneasy recently. Warcraft has appeared more frequently than in previous years. The association is already seriously short of manpower. I really hope you can come back and relieve us a little bit of the burden.
."
"I will try to find time------"
"This is your job, Albert!!" Castro suddenly shouted, scaring the little tiger from jumping up from his seat: "You are a professional, so you should do your job well.
Instead of treating it as some kind of dispensable part-time job!"
"But I really can't get out now------"
"Then quit the exam!"
"I can't!" Albert replied gloomily: "At least not now!"
"Very good, just continue this stupid exam!" Vice President Castro glared at Al, turned and walked to the door, planning to leave: "I am very disappointed in you!"
"Wait a minute," Albert asked hurriedly, "I want to ask you something."
"Speak quickly, I'm listening." Carlster didn't even look back.
"Well, for example, for two cat people, if they look very similar, can Cat think that they have some kind of blood relationship?"
"Looks similar? How close?"
"The coat color is similar, the tiger stripes on the body are similar, and the eye color is the same."
"Then there's no need to ask. The two must be close relatives, maybe even blood relatives." Castro replied matter-of-factly: "The cat people are originally a small minority group dependent on the Fang (Tiger) people. Their genes
The diversity is not great in the first place. If two cat people are so similar in fur color and texture, they must be related by blood. What's the matter, you should also know this common sense, do you still need to ask me?"
"I know..." Tiger then plucked up the courage to ask, "Then let me ask you, do you still remember what happened with Rufu?"
"Ruf? Who is Ruf?"
"My assistant, that silly-looking kitten." Albert replied.
"Oh my God--" Castro turned his head to look at Al in disbelief and said sadly: "Albert, it seems you are really sick."
"What the hell?!"
"This is some kind of hallucination, or schizophrenia." The vice president continued: "We all know that as a World of Warcraft hunter, you have always been alone and never brought an assistant. Hey, you still remember your title
[Albert the Lonely Hunter]. If you take an assistant with you when you go hunting, this title should be cancelled."
"But I...Ruff, he...uh," Albert was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
It's that mysterious red potion.
When fighting [Snow White Kaishen], Albert borrowed the red potion from Bedivere and used it, thus defeating Snow White Kaishen. However, as Bedivere said, the price of using that red potion
It was so huge that Albert might lose something important in his life.
As a result, Albert lost his assistant, the cat-man Ruff. Ruff was implicated in a stray bullet and died tragically. The kid didn't even recognize Albert before he died.
The fact that "Ruff is Albert's assistant" has been completely distorted by fate from that day on and has never existed. Therefore, the Hunter Association has no idea that Albert once had this little assistant. They even
I didn’t know Rufu existed!
"Are you okay?" Castro looked at Albert with a little worry: "Do I need to arrange a psychiatrist for you? The Hunter Association still knows some connections in Egypt."
"I'm fine, fine." It took Tiger a few seconds to recover from the shock: "Uh, let's do this. I want you to check for me whether there is a man named Rufu in the Hunter Association."
Apprentice hunter Rufus Kardorov, a fourteen-year-old cat man."
"So, this Ruf is no longer your assistant, but a trainee hunter?" Castro smiled and said: "It is impossible for the association to allow a trainee hunter to act alone--whose assistant is he?"
?"
"Don't ask too many questions, just check it for me!"
"Help you check information about another hunter's assistant? This is against the rules of the association."
"Aww------" Tiger grinned.
"Okay, okay, I'll just check it for you." The vice-president said reluctantly: "You are really a weirdo, Albert. You suddenly ran away to participate in some round table knight's trial and left your job as a hunter;
I suddenly became interested in a cat-man trainee hunter who appeared out of nowhere and asked me to investigate at the risk of breaking the rules - are you really the Albert I know? Did it happen?
What happened to burn out your brain?"
"We can talk about this later." Tiger suppressed his anger and sent Castro away.