After his idea was rejected once by Albert, Queeg changed his mind and asked again: "To take refuge in... Father Sphinx?"
There is indeed a way. Father Sphinx likes to help homeless orcs, doesn't he?
"So you hope that dad and his men can help guard the coffins of you and your brother, oh no, the stasis capsule, for thousands of years?"
Albert couldn't help but said with a serious face: "You're kidding, don't be willful. Others don't owe you anything, I'm just doing a moral thing to help you. But there should be a limit to helping others. Ask others to help protect you."
Two thousand years? This is not something that Meow can simply help with!"
Queeg also frowned, seeming very troubled.
"Time." Albert blinked and sighed: "Time is a very scary thing. If given a long enough time, it will corrupt everything. Those magnificent thoughts and unwavering beliefs,
What will it look like after thousands of years?
The current Daddy Sphinx may agree to your request and grant you asylum, but what about thousands of years from now? Will he still be there? His descendants will continue to pass on his faith and continue to provide you and
More protection for your brother, meow? When you suddenly wake up thousands of years later and find your own stasis capsule lying in an empty garbage dump, and your brother's stasis capsule is long gone, then come
If you regret it, it will be too late."
Queeg did not answer. The more he listened to Albert's words, the more solemn his expression became. This leopard was different from ordinary leopard men. The patterns on its body were not plum blossom dots, but very strange cloud-like shapes, perhaps called
He is more suitable as a clouded leopard. When his expression becomes serious, the special leopard pattern on his face becomes slightly distorted, giving him a somewhat funny look.
"So you should give up the idea of sleeping with your brother. When you wake up in this era, you should live in this era well and cherish every day you live. Protect your brother while you are alive.
And find a way to revive him, this is what you should do."
"How long can I live? What will happen after I die?" Queeg said painfully: "Tugg, no one will take care of you?"
"You will marry a girl and have offspring. If your family is not completely destroyed, your ideas will be inherited." Albert said: "Then one day, they will save your brother."
Come back to life...that's all I can think about."
Queeg didn't answer, but his expression turned ugly.
"...What did I say wrong?" Albert noticed the vague embarrassment on the other person's face, so he asked.
"No." Queeg avoided Albert's gaze, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.
"...Let me tell you one last thing. Dad Sphinx had a heart attack last night and has passed away. No matter how strong and long-lived a person is, time still takes him away." Al
Bert sighed: "I don't know if this Sphinx dad is the dad you mentioned, who saved you back then. But I strongly believe that they are the same person. If you want to seek refuge with dad -
-----Well, it's not impossible------but I guess you can only talk to dad's descendants or agents about this matter. I hope they can accept you?"
"Dead...?..." Queeg, who was already emotionally unstable, couldn't help but collapsed a little after hearing the news. He obviously wanted to stop crying, but the tears just didn't live up to his expectations.
Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and he could only hold back his face and wipe the tears with his hands.
"His memorial service will be held tonight. If I take you with me, you should be able to enter the venue. So...you want to go?"
"I'm going..." the young leopard man replied in a voice that was sharp with sadness: "I want to see you one last time."
"I understand. Then I will come to pick you up this afternoon." Albert said: "Besides... I don't know if I need to remind you, but since people five thousand years ago and modern people have different ideas,
It’s the same. I’ll remind you first to be on the safe side. Don’t seek asylum under the premise of dad’s family and subordinates, got it? Dad just passed away not long ago, and you, a stranger, suddenly appeared at his memorial service.
, and shamelessly sought his asylum, which is inappropriate in all aspects..."
"Isn't appropriate?" Queeg replied. This guy really planned to talk about this at the memorial service... Albert almost broke out in a cold sweat.
"Anyway, don't say anything, Meow. Just follow me and leave silently after seeing Dad for the last time at the memorial service. Got it, Meow?" Albert felt helpless: "After this, no matter what I look for,
Dad’s family seeks asylum, or seeks asylum from other forces. As long as you ask, I will try my best to help you arrange it. Don’t worry. And------"
He looked at the outfit of the young leopard man lying on the bed. Queeg had not worn any decent clothes since he escaped from the research institute. The research institute still looted a pair of trousers from the body of the guard to make do with it. When he arrived,
After the battleship of Great Britain, they didn't give him any decent clothes to wear, so they made him wear a loose robe often worn by patients. Queeg's figure was already on the thin side, and wearing this robe, he looked a bit looming, very
It's inappropriate...
"You have to at least wear a decent suit to attend the memorial service," Albert then said: "We don't have much time, so custom-making is impossible. What is your size? I'll buy a suit."
"What's the size...?" The young leopard man looked confused.
"What? Thousands of years ago, the orcs didn't even use sizes, and they all relied on visual inspection when making clothes, meow?"
"If you sew it yourself with animal skin fabric..." Queeg replied, "Just have a belt to make sure your pants don't fall off."
Albert felt dizzy. There were so many flaws in it that he didn't even know where to start. The orcs who lived in ancient times didn't know what the size of clothes was. Anyway, they just made their own clothes, and they could
Is it enough to just wear it on my body and keep my pants from falling off...
"Understood. Come with me." Even though Queeg was still recuperating on the hospital bed, Albert had to take this guy outside: "Rather than asking you for your size, I might as well take you directly to a clothing store.
, let you try it on."
He suddenly remembered that he went on a "date" with Chanel today, and the first time he went to was a clothing store. Thinking of Chanel, his heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain.
"Okay..." Queeg reluctantly climbed out of bed, took off his hospital gown in front of the tiger man youth, and put on the pants he had plundered before------the pants were already full.
There was blood and tatters everywhere, and Queeg was still naked from the waist up, making him look like a pervert and a thug who had just escaped from prison...
"It would be better for you to wear that robe." Albert sighed. Not only was it a suit for important occasions, it seemed that he had to buy Queeg some casual clothes for everyday wear. Then he remembered that he was luxurious in the Cairo Hotel.
Mutt was staying in the suite. When he thought that Mutt had to stay in the suite and not go out, after waiting for him for a long time, the tiger man young man felt that the consequences would be serious. As expected, in addition to taking Queeg out to buy clothes, he also had to
Go find Mutt. In order to save trouble and make it less embarrassing, maybe it would be a better choice to take Mutt out shopping with you.
"I have to take my friends out with me later," Albert then said: "That guy... had a very close relationship with Father Sphinx, and his father's death was a big blow to him."
Yan is also a huge blow. So try your best not to mention dad’s affairs in front of him------seeking asylum from dad’s family members is absolutely not allowed to be mentioned. Got it, meow?!"
"Understood." Queeg put on the loose light green robe and replied obediently.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon.
"You're finally back." When he saw Albert pushing the door open and walking into the luxurious suite, the cat-man boy Mutt, who was sitting on the sofa, holding a teddy bear and watching TV boredly, had a look on his face.
He turned to stare at the tiger man resentfully.
"I'm sorry, a lot of things happened." A young tiger man with scars all over his body and tattered clothes walked in, followed by a person.
When he saw a figure, Mutt's eyes widened and he was full of alertness. He originally thought that Albert had brought the woman back, and was about to say something, but then he found the person behind Albert.
It's not Chanel, but a young leopard man whom I've never seen before.
"Is this...?" Dozens of questions suddenly came to Mutt's mind. There were so many questions that he didn't even know where to start: "The injury on your body is...
..?＂
"I will explain the details on the way." Albert walked into the room, found a few replacement clothes in the bedside table, and quickly put them on: "You have been here all day, you must be bored.
Right? How about going shopping together?"
"Shopping..." The cat boy didn't want to go out at first, or maybe he wanted to keep Albert here and not run out before his father's memorial service started tonight. But he
He glanced at the young leopard man next to him and immediately changed his mind: "Okay, let's go."
"Your brother?" Before Albert could introduce him, Queeg suddenly looked at Mutt and asked.
"No, he is just my ------" Albert originally wanted to explain something, but he was at a loss for words. After all, is Mutt considered Albert's mysterious person? Servant? Or,
Follower? Follower?...Friend?
"Slave." As if to take revenge on Albert, the cat boy suddenly said a scary word.
"Cough cough cough cough!" Albert almost choked to death on his own saliva: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Understood, slave." Queeg looked at Mutt: "Cute little slave."
"Don't listen to his nonsense!!" the tiger man said angrily: "They're just friends!"
"Lock your friend...in your own home?" Queeg asked again, "Are you really not a slave?"
"This is not a home, it's just a temporary place to stay, a hotel, you know, a hotel." Albert replied.
"Hotel? I've heard of it, but never stayed in it." Queeg tilted his head and said, being very unfamiliar with this concept.
Mutt turned off the TV and joked: "Hoo ho ho, is this big brother a time traveler? How many ancient people are he from a hundred years ago?"
"To be precise, it's not hundreds of years ago, but 4,700 years ago." Albert said sternly. (To be continued)