On the top floor of the Cairo Grand Hotel, in the side lounge of the auditorium where the memorial service was held.
"Wow. It really turned out to be so serious, meow." As soon as he entered the lounge and saw Queeg sitting on the sofa, covering his face with a disappointed look on his face, Albert couldn't help but exclaimed: "Daddy Sphinx and
Is the father in your memory the same person?"
"Yes." Queeg seemed to have just finished crying, and his voice was a little hoarse: "There's no mistake, it's the same one. I remember that face."
By the way, this guy has been "refrigerated" in a stasis chamber for more than 4,700 years, and his memory has not deteriorated at all? Is it because his memory is so good, or is it because [stasis gel] has this kind of
The miraculous ability to perfectly suppress the human body's metabolism, so that after a person has been asleep for thousands of years, the body still maintains its original sealed appearance?
"Okay, don't cry, be good." Paramedis rubbed the head of Queeg's kitten with his hand, as if he was coaxing a child--or more like teasing Queeg.
Play grid.
"But what should we do next?" Albert looked at the almost collapsed young Leopard man Queeg and asked, "Do you still want to continue attending the memorial service, Meow? You won't cry at the memorial service again, will you?"
"No, there's no guarantee..." Quigg rubbed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "But I want to participate."
"If you cry at the memorial service, you are just adding to the chaos." Mutt said angrily: "Please, can't you just let Father Sphinx go quietly tonight without listening to your cries?"
He deliberately added the word [we] in front of Queeg, obviously warning Queeg that if he cried, there would definitely be more than one person infected and crying together at the memorial service. If it turned into a large crowd at the memorial service
People were wailing and crying, and the scene was embarrassing. Albert also heard fear from Mutt's complaints. If Queeg cried at the memorial service, maybe the first person to be infected and cry together was
Mutt.
Even so, it seems too cruel to prevent Queeg from attending the memorial service now.
"That..." Hal, the leopard man boy standing by, had something to say.
"Let me tell you, meow." Saifei took a bottle of black potion from his brother: "We knew that someone might not be able to control themselves at this memorial service, so we asked Hal to make a bottle of Elephant Human
The secret [Heartless Potion] over there."
"Ruthless...?" Albert narrowed his eyes.
"To put it simply, it is a potion used to suppress emotional impulses." Seglade also said: "The reason why people have feelings is actually just a chemical change in the brain. To put it simply, this potion is used to suppress those things that cause emotions."
Chemical changes in emotions. Of course, it also includes other effects such as slowing down nerve reactions. In short, after drinking this, there will be no emotional ups and downs in the heart for three hours, which means that no matter how sad you are, you will feel
No, I can’t cry even if I want to. Meow.”
"Can people even make this kind of potion?" Mutt complained in a low voice.
"After all, he is a Turkic meow." Saifer hummed: "But the rare medicinal materials required are not enough, so we can only make this bottle of meow. If you don't drink the whole bottle of potion, it will not be effective. Really.
Drink for Queeg?"
"I don't really want to drink it..." the cloud-patterned leopard muttered in a low voice: "If you can't even feel sadness..."
"After the effect of the medicine wears off, you can cry as much as you want, just don't cry at the memorial service." Saifer said, "Unless you don't want to attend the memorial service? Or maybe you want to cause trouble at the memorial service?"
"
Queeg paused, seemed to have made up his mind, and planned to reach out to get the bottle of medicine. However, Saifei retracted his hand and refused to let Queeg get the medicine: "You finally decided to let Queeg drink this medicine."
Meow?"
He surrendered his eyes to Mutt, to Albert, and even to his father Paramedis: "No one else has a more urgent need than Queeg. Meow? There is only this bottle of medicine. I can't drink it now. After that,
It’s too late to regret after making a fool of yourself, meow?”
"...I'm not a child." Mutt showed a look of disdain: "I don't need this medicine, leave it to Mr. Queeg."
"That's great." Saifer finally put the medicine into Queeg's hand.
"The effect of the medicine...isn't it permanent?" Queeg hesitated before taking the medicine.
"If it could have such a powerful permanent effect, this medicine would probably be a rare thing." Saifei rolled his eyes at Queeg.
"Huh?" Mutt snorted in confusion.
"This secret medicine is said to be one of the potions that people must drink before going to the battlefield in ancient times." Seglade explained: "It blocks emotions, so you won't feel fear when facing a strong enemy, or when your comrades are killed in battle.
He doesn’t feel sad and keeps a calm mind during the battle. The effect is very powerful, nya.”
"Doing this will also turn a person into a heartless killing machine." Palamedes couldn't help but say: "Fighting without emotion will not have a soul, it is just one-sided killing..."
.Or be tortured and killed."
"Dad started talking about metaphysics, meow." Saifei hummed.
"Perhaps." Palamedes hummed perfunctorily. There are some things that only old soldiers who have experienced the horrors of war will understand. Young people like them who live in a peaceful era may never understand it.
Gudu. Queeg drank the black potion, and then showed a sad look on his face. The potion must be extremely unpleasant to drink.
"Okay, let's test it, meow~" Saifer suddenly reached out and scratched Queeg's armpit.
"Stop. It's tickling." Queeg shouted as he jumped up to avoid it, but he didn't even laugh, nor did he look angry at being so offended.
"It seems to be effective, meow." Saifei retracted his hand and said, "This should last for three hours, meow. It'll be enough to last until the memorial service is over, meow."
"Mr. Palamedes, it's time." At this time, a staff member came over to remind Palamedes. Mutt turned around and saw that it was Hiloma. Hiloma, who usually always maintains a cunning smile.
Ma suddenly appeared in formal attire and with a serious expression, which was really a bit scary.
"Oh, come here." Palamedes stood up from the bench and told the others: "You must be good and don't cause trouble."
Saifer and the others smiled helplessly and did not answer.
As soon as everyone walked out of the lounge, the most solemn and low-pitched music could only be heard in the mourning hall. Everything was in line with Father Sphinx's last wish to keep the memorial service as low-key as possible.
"Not many people came?" Bedivere was a little curious.
"No, one of dad's last wishes was to keep the memorial service low-key, so he only invited the relatives and friends he cared about most." Mutt replied in a low voice: "Otherwise, with dad's relationship and connections, all kinds of
It is possible that dignitaries will attend this memorial service, and the mourning hall is simply not big enough to accommodate them."
"Uh." Bedivere groaned and saw two lion men walking past from a distance. One of them was the handsome young lion man from before, the Golden Lion Leoport. Bedivere took him to him without any difficulty.
I recognized it. Next to Leo, there was a snow lion girl who was about a head taller than the lion boy and looked like a big sister. She was probably a relative of my father, but Bedivere didn't recognize her.
"Those two are Miss Sherrichard and Master Leoport." Mutt continued to explain in a low voice: "Like Leoport, Miss Sherrichard is the adopted daughter of Father Sphinx. Now
She is also the CEO of the Cairo Grand Hotel. And unlike the idiot Leo, Sister Xue Rui is not a flower vase. She handles all the affairs of the hotel single-handedly. She is a strong woman."
"Oh." Bedivere hummed. I don't know why, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the snow lion Sherrich. Is it because of Sherrichard's beauty? Yes, the one covered with snow
The nobleman with snow-white lion hair is indeed a beauty, even if you look at the lion-man tribe with the aesthetics of the werewolf tribe. But what's wrong with you, Bedivere? You have a wife and children after all, it can't be this simple.
When you see a beautiful woman, you should be happy, right? Calm down!
The werewolf young man shook his head and tried his best to calm down. It turned out that giving the heartless potion to Queeg was a wrong choice. Bedivere should have snatched it and drank it in advance.
"You------" She seemed to notice that Bedivere was staring at her. Sherry Chad, who was walking forward with Leoport and was about to sit down at the arranged seat, suddenly turned towards Bedivere.
Someone came over and said, "It's Captain Bedivere, right? I've heard of you."
"Um, hello, Miss Sherrichard." Bedivere replied a little uneasily when he was suddenly accosted in this way.
"Just call me Sherry." The snow lion girl continued: "It is because of your efforts that Cairo was protected from Moby Dick's attack. We should thank you. But when it comes down to it, you should be with Sphinx."
Didn’t you have any contact with Dad? Since you don’t know Dad, who invited you to this memorial service? ...Hmm, Mutt?"
"It's not me." The cat boy quickly shook his head and denied it. Although the Snow Lion spoke in the softest tone, she still gave people an amazing sense of oppression when she stared at people like this.
"I received a mysterious invitation asking me to attend this memorial service." Bedivere replied: "I don't know the details, but when I handed the invitation to the guards at the door, they
Let me in."
"I personally signed and issued the invitations, but I didn't remember inviting you." Sherrichard asked a little unhappily: "Despite this, the invitation itself has a special anti-counterfeiting mark and cannot be forged."
In other words, besides me, is there anyone else sending out the same formal invitation? Interesting. So... who is the person who sent you the invitation...?"
"An old gentleman named Sardin." Bedivere replied. He sensed the seriousness of the incident and answered truthfully. If he lied, he might be kicked out of the memorial service by Sherrich.
.
"Sardin?" Sherrichard, who was still looking confused, suddenly changed her face. Her expression was very complicated, a strange expression that was mixed with surprise, sadness, and even disbelief.
"Is something wrong?"
"I didn't expect that he would invite you in person. Since he would do this, he must think you are very important. In this case, I won't say anything more." Sherrichard said as if he was playing a riddle.
"Uh...what?" The werewolf youth was even more confused.
"Don't worry about it." Sherrichard smiled bitterly: "Anyway, you will understand everything soon. So, I'll say goodbye first."
Then she ignored Bedivere and his group, walked to her assigned seat, and soon sat down next to her (nominal) brother.
"Saldin...I seem to have heard of it somewhere..." Mutt muttered in a low voice, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Stop talking, let's just sit down." Seeing more and more people entering the mourning hall, and it seemed very unnatural for them to stand all the time, Albert urged. (To be continued)