On the other side of the top floor of Cairo Grand Hotel, on the observation deck.
"I'm here." Albert took the phone and let out a low groan as he came up: "What do you want?"
"Mr. Albert, I think you have what we want, and we have what you want. How about we exchange the goods?" On the other end of the microphone, there was a man's obscene voice.
Albert recognized this voice, it was the voice of the desperado Stan. That guy had escaped from the research institute with Chanel, and now the hostage was in his hands. He had only one purpose in contacting Albert, which was to bring the research
Take back the information and the jar containing the fetus of a mysterious creature.
"You shouldn't have spread the information to people in Great Britain, right?" Stan asked.
"Of course not. If there were, let alone the Knights of Great Britain, even the Egyptian government would probably be in trouble now." Albert snorted: "Don't worry. I have no idea about your evil little plans."
I'm not even interested at all, I just want Chanel back."
He spoke very directly. Mutt, who was listening on the sidelines, frowned.
"Very good. That's cool." Stan laughed and said: "At ten o'clock tonight, in the abandoned church on the eastern outskirts of Cairo's black market, let's exchange [goods]."
"How to ensure that this is not a trap?" Albert said coldly: "What if I bring the information to the church to meet, but I can't see Chanel, but I am ambushed by your people?"
"Oh, in business, we will be honest------"
"Fart." The tiger man hummed: "Change a place, or don't trade. I want a flat ground with a wide enough view, a place where I won't be ambushed by your people."
"Oh, don't push yourself too far, Mr. Albert." The other party immediately rejected the tiger man's suggestion, "The hostage is in our hands, and it is easy to kill her. This woman is of no use to us and will only continue to
It's just causing trouble. We have wanted to kill her for a long time. The only thing that allows her to continue living is the information in your hand. If you bargain and don't value that woman's life, there is no need for us to show mercy to her.
Huh? She will pay you back in the end, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t chop off one of her arms or legs?”
"How dare you?!" Veins appeared on Albert's forehead: "I have backed up the data. If she loses a hair during the hostage exchange, I will make the data public immediately!"
The other party directly replied: "Just do it. Our plan will fail, and we will just rearrange another plan. But your beloved will never come back."
As if his weak spot had been grasped, Albert fell into silence for a while.
"Come here at ten o'clock tonight with all your things. Don't be late." Stan hung up the phone.
Albert gritted his teeth with hatred. He clenched his fists, but could do nothing.
"Hey, did I hear you right? He said ten o'clock tonight?" Mutt asked the tiger youth with wide eyes: "We should rush to Lviv now, we are already late. He also said today
Ten o'clock at night?? That woman is important, but the [Great Hunting Festival] is not important? Are you planning to save that woman and ignore your duties as a Warcraft hunter?!?"
"...I will send a clone over there." Albert replied in a low voice.
"Clone? Is it really okay to leave the clone here, so far apart?" Mutt exclaimed: "You have never tried to operate a clone from such a long distance, right?"
"No...I will send a clone to Lviv." Albert said.
"You're crazy!"
"[The Great Hunting Festival] is coming to an end. It's okay to let the clones go over and fight. But here at Chanel... I can't save anyone with my clones. I believe those insidious guys will definitely give me
Lay a trap," he said.
"Please! Do you really want to make such a big sacrifice and take such a huge risk for a woman?!" The cat boy was angry: "She doesn't even love you! She has been using you! Why do you go, you idiot?"
Do you care about her? Is Jing Cong crazy?!? Wake up!"
Albert was silent for a while.
"Despite this." He said: "I also clearly know that she is using me. She does not love me, she loves her motherland. But I still..."
"You are such a hopeless fool!" Mutt had never been so anxious in his life. It was an indescribable anxiety. He could only express his dissatisfaction by stomping his feet in anger.
"Sorry." Albert hummed: "Mutt, if you can, please rush to Lviv with my clone. I will find a way to come to Lviv after I deal with the things here. There.
Please...well, please take good care of my clone before. Please."
"Why do I have to do this!" the cat boy said angrily.
The tiger then sighed: "If you don't want to, I won't force you, so please just stay in the room of the Cairo Hotel and stay in a safe place and don't go out, okay?"
"Not good!" Mutt grinned: "I will go to Lviv with your clone. If your clone is seriously injured, you will also be injured similarly, right? This way, your clone will be even less able to be harmed.
Go act recklessly. Uh ah ah... I hate you!"
"I'm sorry..." All Albert could do now was apologize.
There was a feeling of being completely defeated. Mutt turned his face away and ignored Albert, perhaps because he didn't want him to see the tears welling in his eyes.
He only has her in his eyes. He will never understand what he thinks about him. Maybe this was a mistake from the beginning, just like the dragon knight Doha said, it is just a youthful impulse.
Give him up.
But why is it so uncomfortable? My heart is as uncomfortable as a cut with a knife. Now all Mutt can do is to follow Albert's clone and catch the cavalry to rush to Lviv.
All he could do was hold his teddy bear tightly and smell the faint scent of Daddy Sphinx coming from the doll.
"Meow, please be safe." Albert's original self said goodbye to his clone and Mutt in front of the cavalry, and then watched the cavalry fly away.
"Um... after the clone is released, will there be memory in the real body?" Mutt asked in a low voice while protecting Albert's clone who was driving the iron cavalry from behind.
"Maybe not," Albert's clone replied: "If the distance is too far."
"Hey, hey, where are you putting your hands?" Albert's clone felt something strange and couldn't help but groan.
"Anyway, you are just a clone. If your clone is removed, his real body won't know anything, right?"
The other party did not answer. Do the clones released by Albert have self-awareness? Where did they come from and where will they eventually return? No one can tell these things clearly.
Thinking that the cavalry had flown far enough, the cat boy put his forehead on the tiger's back and whispered: "In that case, I have something to say to you."
At the same time, Bediwell and his team also returned to the Dawn's living module.
"Uh." Queeg was a little surprised when he saw the ship.
"Is it weird?" Bedivere couldn't help asking: "The standards of modern ships may be different from those in ancient times, so there's no need to make a fuss."
"No. I've seen this boat before," Queeg said.
"ha?"
"Humanity's... transport ship in the past?" Queeg tried to recall, and he really got it right. The prototype of the Dawn was the Golden Ship Desert Ship, which was the transport ship of the ancient Protoss.
Bedivere was silent for a moment, but he did not pursue the question: "You are tired, go and rest. Eve, take this crew member to his room."
"As you command, Captain." A guiding light beam appeared on the ground.
"The bed in your room is an, um, airgel bed. Do you know how to use it?" Since Queeg knew this ship, Bedivere asked accordingly.
"You want to take off your clothes?" Queeg asked, "I've seen humans use it before."
"No one said you have to sleep. You can keep your underwear on." Bedivere said angrily: "But remember to take a shower first."
"Taking a bath is so luxurious..." Quigg muttered.
"Okay, don't worry about this!" The werewolf young man couldn't even laugh or cry.
Did the orcs in ancient times live in more dire straits than they do now, with even taking a bath a luxury? More than five thousand years ago, what era was that? At that time, the human coalition was still fighting with the dragons for survival resources on the earth.
In a desperate and fierce battle, material shortages must have been extreme at that time, and countless victims must have died on the battlefield every day. If so, it would probably be common for the army to be short of water and food.
"Queg, have you ever regretted being born in that era?" Bedivere asked.
The young leopard man blinked, not knowing how to answer.
"Regret, is it useful?" he asked back.
It's really useless. People can't choose in which era or under which circumstances they will be born into the world. All people can do is to try their best to survive in the era and harsh environment in which they exist.
"But I have no regrets, meeting Daddy Sphinx." Quigg added, "He is a good man."
Bedivere responded with a bitter smile and watched Queeg leave.
Then he turned to look at the lion boy Leoport who was sitting boredly on the sofa in the lounge, and said with a helpless smile: "Well... I'm sorry, you came here specially, but Elaine didn't."
Not here, and I don’t know when he will come back tonight."
"Didn't he say where he was going?" Leoport asked a little uneasily.
"That guy doesn't have an explanation for what he does. He's been missing for the past few days and has never told us where he went." Bedivere scratched his head: "Maybe he won't be back all night.
, just spend the night outside? Do you want to keep waiting? "
"Wait a minute." Golden Lion Leo said stubbornly: "I came here to see him, and I will never leave until I see him."
"I understand. Then I will arrange a room for you, so that you can at least have a place to stay?" Bedivere asked.
"Isn't it okay to just stay in Elaine's room?" Leo asked shyly in a low voice.
Do you mean you have to wait in Elaine's room until he comes back? If you are sleepy, do you want to sleep on that guy's bed?
"You can, but... isn't that guy's room dirty?" Bedivere narrowed his eyes and asked, "Elaine is usually quite sloppy, and she doesn't clean up her room..."
"It doesn't matter to me." Leo said with a smile, "In comparison, let's find a way to contact him first, right?"
"I do know a contact person who may know Elaine's whereabouts." Bediwell called: "Wait until we get in touch, you can ask him yourself." (To be continued)