"Don't be like this, hahahahaha." There is definitely something wrong with this kid's brain. As soon as he saw Bedivere, he looked familiar and grinned: "It's easy to recognize my mommy when she was young."
She has fair skin, pointed ears, and long, black and shiny hair. Mommy is a great beauty."
"Well, you have to know that many women in this world look like this," Bedivere replied gloomily. Moreover, why is this kid talking about how his mother "looked like when she was young"? God knows if she still looks like this now.
?!
There is one thing that Bediwell can analyze a little bit. Could the "pointy ears" refer to the elves? So the mother of this little tiger is an elf?
No, how is it possible? Can an orc really intermarry with an elf and give birth to an orc? Bediwell has never seen such an example. Let alone intermarrying with an elf, as an orc, he and Lianyin cannot have children together.
The child, Husky, was adopted. Cross-racial marriages generally end in fruitlessness.
"Anyway, shall I take you to the ship on the opposite side?" Bedivere turned and looked at the British battleship Palamitis opposite, "The uncles of the British Knights will take the responsibility to take you home.
Is this okay?"
"No," the little tiger pouted and said, "Big brother said that the people in Great Britain are very dangerous. Do you want me to get rid of them? Uncle Wolf, please take me to find my mommy. Don't rely on the people in Great Britain."
"It's late at night, you want me to take a child of unknown origin everywhere to find his mother?" Bedivere really couldn't laugh or cry.
"My origin is unknown. I am Obert. We are so familiar with each other, but Uncle Wolf, you are still polite to me." The kid continued to say shamelessly.
Bedivere almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Bedivere looked up at the sky. Judging from the height of the moon, it was probably around eight o'clock in the evening. Although Bedivere's game tomorrow is very important, related to whether he can advance to the finals, but it is indeed necessary to go to bed at eight o'clock.
It's a bit too early, so you can still take a walk outside.
"If you don't want to find people in Great Britain for help, I won't force you." Bedivere then said, "But if you want to find your mother, I still have to find a few friends for help. Otherwise, in the vast sea of people,
There is no information at all, and finding someone is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack."
"That's okay," the tiger boy said, narrowing his eyes.
What Bediwell was thinking about at this time was actually Great Lawrence, and the strength of the Meyerson Brotherhood that Lawrence was currently attached to. To complete such a trivial matter as finding someone, no matter how big the backer was, it would be worse than a local snake, and asking people from Great Britain to help find a child.
Mother, it is better to rely on the power of the Brotherhood. The people in the Brotherhood must be more familiar with the situation in Cairo, and the intelligence network is wider than that in Great Britain.
It seems that Big Lawrence is also on the Dawn, but Bediwell hasn't met that guy for a long time since a few afternoons. I don't know if Big Lawrence continues to stay on the ship, or goes out for a walk? Anyway, first
Please let Eve look for it.
"Eve, is Lawrence on the ship? If he is, please report his location."
"The crew member is currently in his room." Eve said without emotion.
"Very good. Help me contact Lawrence." Bedivere ordered as he walked into the cabin.
"What are you still doing here?" Seeing that the child didn't follow him, he turned around and urged: "Follow me quickly."
"Okay." The little tiger followed Bedivere without any doubt.
A few minutes later.
"What?" The sleepy-eyed Lawrence opened the room, "Boss, you want me to ask someone from the Meyerson Brotherhood to help find this kid's mother?"
"Yes." Bediwell looked helpless: "I don't know where this kid fell from the sky. And he asked me to help him find his mother. I am also very troubled."
Lawrence scratched his head: "Boss, you have enough time."
"No!" the werewolf young man said angrily.
"It just fell from the sky?" Lawrence leaned over and looked at the little white tiger from side to side: "It just happened to land on the deck of our ship? Did you have wings on your back or something? Didn't you fall to death?"
"Of course there are wings." Obert turned around, revealing the two small ice blue wings on his back, and flapped them a few times as if to show off: "You can't fly, but you can use them."
To slow down the speed of falling."
"Well, you're such a freak," Lawrence said sarcastically.
"Uncle, you are really rude." The tiger boy replied with a grin.
"Hey hey hey, this kid really doesn't keep his mouth shut!" Lawrence didn't get angry but laughed: "Not bad, not bad, I like it! You want to find your mother, right? I will help you to clear this muddy water!"
"Why are my ship full of weirdos?" Bedivere muttered, hiding his face.
"But I don't have the means to contact the Brotherhood directly," Lawrence added. "If we want to ask the Brotherhood for help, we have to go to the black market in Cairo again. Is this okay, boss?"
"Are you sure you won't run around naughty?" Bedivere turned to the tiger boy and said, "Let me explain in advance, there are a lot of bad guys in Cairo's black market. If you run around, the bad guys will abduct you and sell you as a slave.
If it falls, I am not responsible."
"I will never run around!" The kid vowed: "And no matter how bad the bad guys are, they can't abduct me. I can beat them to pieces."
Then he opened his mouth wide and raised his two tiger paws, pretending to be angry and shouted: "Roar!!"
"Oh, it's so fierce!" Lawrence held his belly and bent over with laughter.
Ten minutes later.
"Oh hahahaha! This is so interesting! Wow hahahahaha! It's amazing!!" The tiger man boy looked around in Cairo's black market like crazy, wandering around and couldn't stop.
"Didn't you say you won't run around?!" Bedivere was exhausted just trying to catch up with the naughty little tiger. He almost wanted to tie the kid up with a rope and take him away by force.
"But how did I know that this place would be so interesting!" Little Tiger said as he ran to another stall selling weapons. "What kind of thing is this? It's so cool!" Then he didn't even say hello.
He picked up a light gun on the stall and pulled the trigger!
Bang!! There was no safety lock on that thing, and it was actually triggered by the little tiger. Fortunately, the muzzle of the light gun he was holding was pointed downwards. The light bullet hit the ground and only broke out the rocky ground of the market.
A small pit.
"What are you doing?!" The store owner was so frightened that he quickly took back the light gun. However, the tiger boy extended his clutches to another short knife next to him.
"Stop it!!" Bedivere raised his fist as big as a casserole and hit the kid on the head hard.
"Ouch! It hurts so much! I'm against violence!" The tiger boy stopped: "Uncle Wolf doesn't know how to be gentle at all! What if you make me a fool!"
"I hope I can turn this idiot like you into a normal person!" Bedivere said angrily.
"Please take care of your son, this customer! This is very dangerous!!" the shop owner scolded with a red face.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Bedivere quickly apologized: "But this kid is not my son."
Sniff. Before Bediwell could finish apologizing to the owner of the weapon shop, Little Tiger started causing trouble again. He smelled the aroma of food and turned his head to look in the direction of the smell.
What I saw was a shop selling kebabs in the black market in Cairo.
"Uncle Wolf, I want to eat that!" He grabbed Bedivere's clothes and said unceremoniously.
"What?" Bedivere said impatiently: "Oh, it's just kebabs. I can buy them for you. Just stop making trouble."
"No, no, no, it's not that one, it's that one." The tiger boy pointed to another shop next to the kebab shop. It was a shop selling grilled sausages, and its specialty product was a kind of sausage as thick and long as an arm.
super giant sausage.
"Are you crazy? Can you eat so many sausages?!" Bedivere was really shocked.
"Obert is a big eater!" the little tiger said seriously.
"Just buy it for him, boss." Lawrence came over panting at this time: "He can't continue running around with such a big grilled sausage."
"It's really annoying." Bediwell gave the tiger boy a blank look: "Just buy it, please be a good boy!"
He felt like he had bowed to the evil forces, which was really unpleasant.
"Five hundred Egyptian coins? Oh my god, it's so expensive," Bediwell couldn't help complaining when he paid.
"After all, it is such a big sausage." The shop owner was justifying himself. Then he started to talk about the secret sauce used to grill the sausages, how to control the heat to make such a huge sausage cooked properly, and how to do it.
Burnt on the outside but tender on the inside. However, Bediwell didn't listen at all. He struggled to carry the heavy sausage and put it in the hands of the little tiger: "Eat it! Be careful, I will strangle you to death!"
"Meow hahahaha!" The tiger boy smiled proudly, peeled off the outer wrapping paper of the giant sausage and ate it in big gulps. The eating scene was really cruel.
"Don't eat so fast, it will affect digestion." Bedivere couldn't help complaining. This naughty kid is really even naughtier than Kate, or should he be called a tiger kid?
"Uh, I'm full." However, the little bastard had just eaten one-third of the sausage and immediately patted his belly: "I can't eat any more. Uncle Wolf, take care of it!"
"You!" Bedivere almost burst out.
"Ah hahaha, boss, please be patient and don't be angry with the child." Lawrence persuaded him in time, "Okay, I'll finish this. I'm just hungry after taking a nap, so this is perfect for a midnight snack."
"Well, I feel sleepy after eating so much." The little tiger stretched out his hand to Bediwell again: "Please give me a hug."
"You are really troublesome!" Bedivere was extremely depressed.
"We're still a short distance away from the Brotherhood's meeting place." Lawrence picked up the remaining two-thirds of the sausage and ate it. "It's better to carry him than to let him run around. Speaking of which, the sausage tastes good."
It’s really good. The black pepper is just right and the aroma of the meat is brought out to the maximum extent. Boss, do you want to take a bite?”
"No, thank you." Bediwell picked up the little tiger on his back angrily: "You don't wet the bed, do you? Don't pee on my back?"
"No, Obert hasn't wet the bed since he was four years old!" the tiger man grinned.
When the kid said this in an irresponsible tone, Bedivere couldn't help but become more suspicious.