At the same time, in another room of the Dawn, the voice of the Knight of the Round Table, Constantine, was heard from a communicator turned from a scarab golem.
"I'm sorry. As expected, it's still impossible to restore your brother's heart rhythm. The heart function has stopped for too long, and the brain is also in a state of shock. It cannot be revived."
"It really doesn't work..." Queeg hummed in a low voice, a little disappointed: "Tuge, can't he be saved?"
"Although he didn't come back to life, he didn't die completely either. His body still retains an extremely weak active reaction. In order to prevent the last bit of the fire of life from being completely extinguished, we can only send him into the stasis chamber again.
"Constantine said helplessly: "I think the drugs in the stasis chamber can keep him alive for a long time. As long as he stays in the stasis chamber, he has a chance to survive. Perhaps, one day in the future,
The medical level in this world is advanced enough to revive him, who was almost completely dead. ------That's all we can hope for."
"Ugh..." the young leopard man choked.
"...When are you coming to retrieve your brother's stasis capsule? Where do you plan to take him? We will try to help you arrange it."
"Tomorrow." Queeg replied a little absent-mindedly, and then turned off the phone.
"... Sure enough, it still can't be saved?" Bediwell, who had been listening to all this outside the door since just now, couldn't help but ask nosy: "I'm sorry about your brother. So.
…Are you going to join Father Sphinx’s forces next?”
Because Father Sphinx had just left not long ago, it was probably a bit inappropriate for Queeg to immediately take his younger brother to join Father Sphinx's people. So Bediwell added: "Or you can temporarily
You can stay here as long as you want, until the people on my father's side are willing to take you in."
"Dad...is gone." Quigg sat in front of the bed and covered his face with his hands, whispering: "Dad is gone. Tugger is gone too. Everyone I know is gone."
What am I..."
His whole body exuded an aura of confusion. People thousands of years ago were suddenly stagnated, cheated of death, traveled through time, and when they woke up, everything was completely different. This is probably the best that people can withstand all blows.
It might be better if Queeg was alone, then he would at least be free and could go anywhere. But he brought his brother's coffin---a coffin seems to be the most appropriate word---from the institute
Escaped, in exile, being chased by a group of villains, the burden was so heavy, it was really inconvenient to go anywhere, and I didn't know what to do. Probably, this is the real despair and helplessness.
"...I'll stay here." The young leopard man looked up at Bediwell: "Please let me stay here. I can work and do anything. Just take me and my brother in. Don't drive us away.
us."
"Of course, you can stay as long as you want. You are a guest on the Shuguang, and I won't let you work. Before you get tired of living there, stay with peace of mind. As for your brother... I think
It might be more suitable to move his stasis chamber to the ship's medical room."
"Just put it in this room," Queeg said.
"Do you want to get along with your brother who won't wake up day and night? Seeing his brother every day will only make it more painful?" Bedivere hummed: "Put it in the medical cabin. Eve will treat the patients over there anyway.
With vital signs monitoring, his life is more secure. You can visit your brother anytime you want, there is no difference. Don't worry about your brother now, just consider your own situation. Find a way first.
Just survive on your own, and then think about how to take care of your loved ones."
The young leopard man was silent for a while. Probably he also felt that what Bediwell said was right, so he finally nodded in agreement: "Okay."
"Very good. That's settled then. You're tired too, go wash your face quickly and have a good rest tonight." Bedivere ordered: "Don't worry too much. It's just that there is no way to revive your brother in Great Britain."
That's it, it doesn't mean that there is no way to save your brother in this world. This world is very big, and there will be some way to wake Tuge up in the end. You just... haven't found that way yet."
"If there is a method, there may be something wrong." A voice suddenly sounded from behind Bediwell, startling Bediwell.
"Segrad? Don't be scary, bastard." The werewolf young man turned his head and gave the leopard a white look: "What bad idea did you come up with again? Queeg has just settled down, so don't encourage him to do dangerous things, okay?"
"I'm just talking, Meow." Seglade snorted and said with a smile, "But do you still remember Meow? The one who saved Elaine's life last time, the Meow from the Lake of Agelessness."
It seems that there is indeed such a thing. However, the lake is located deep in the Norwegian forest, in a mysterious area isolated from the world. It is not easy to find. Moreover, the lake is also guarded by the terrifying Jotun giant. Who?
Anyone who dares to touch the water of that lake will be chased and killed by the Jotun giant, the ancestor of the giant race. Bediwell has encountered the matter of being chased by that kind of terrifying monster once in his life, and he does not want to do it again in the future.
arrive.
"Immortal...immortal?" Seglade's words obviously aroused Queeg's interest.
"In short, I also plan to go to the Jotun giant to cause trouble again in the near future," Segrad seemed to have some bad idea and said with a malicious smile: "If you are interested, I will take you with me.
Meow. Of course, I can’t guarantee that the lake water will definitely be able to save your brother. Maybe it will have no effect, meow. Whether it’s worth taking the huge risk of death to get the spring water is up to you to weigh.”
"I want------"
"But that's all for the future. You should have a good rest first and recover your health before we talk." Seglade terminated the conversation at the right time, obviously trying to whet Quaig's appetite: "I will naturally contact you when the time comes.
Your meow."
"Please, really, don't let this kid do anything too dangerous." Bedivere said angrily: "If he dies, what will happen to his brother?"
"You worry too much, meow. Hehehe------" Without answering Bediwell directly, Seglade walked away with a bad smile on his face.
"By the way, Queeg, can you fight?" the werewolf young man asked instead.
"fighting?"
"If you have experienced a war on the scale of the [Dragon Slaying War] five thousand years ago and survived, you should be at least a veteran and know how to save your life on the battlefield, right? How many times have you been on the battlefield?
"
The young leopard man was stunned for a moment, and he spread out his palms to try to count. He raised three fingers.
"Three hundred... games?" the werewolf young man asked after guessing.
Queeg shook his head.
"That's thirty games?" Bedivere felt that this number was a bit small.
"Three, three games..." Queeg showed a slightly ashamed wry smile: "I was seriously injured in the second game... I was saved by my dad... and then in the third game,
He was knocked unconscious from behind and fell into a deep sleep."
"Uh." It turns out that this child has so little combat experience. He is just a soldier on the battlefield. In fact, he has only experienced two battles. Before the third battle was fought, he was betrayed by someone and attacked from behind.
Then he kidnapped him. According to Albert's explanation, a certain organization probably took a fancy to Queeg's special ability and kidnapped the young leopard man. After kidnapping, he was stuffed into the stasis chamber, allowing him to
He slept for more than four thousand years.
But after all, what he experienced was a large-scale battle in the era of the Dragon Slaying War. The situation of each battle may actually be very tragic, with countless casualties - the dragon can burn hundreds of thousands of people with a breath of fire.
It was actually very rare for Queeg to survive such a cruel battlefield.
But in any case, it is a fact that Queeg has little combat experience. He may not be able to adapt to the various small battles that occur frequently in this era, and will suffer losses in similar battles. This child must be unprepared to face the challenge.
The Titan Titan is even more nonsense. He is probably destined to die.
"Understood. Let's take a rest early today and start special training for you tomorrow." said the werewolf young man.
"Special training?" Queeg did not understand Bedivere's intention.
"The Lake of Immortality is very scary, and it is guarded by the Jotun giants." Bediwell then said: "If you don't want to die, at least train until you can take care of yourself on the battlefield. I don't expect you to defeat Yotun."
It's a giant, but at least you can save your own life, right?"
"Hmm..." Queeg snorted, noncommittal.
The werewolf youth frowned: "What, you don't want to be trained?"
"No..." Quigg whispered, "If you don't perform well, you won't be punished corporally, right?"
"This is not an army. Who has time to punish you corporally, you idiot?" Bedivere said angrily.
"Okay, okay..." Queeg groaned.
I don’t know what corporal punishment he is talking about, but Bedivere estimates that it is not a good thing. It is said that the army in the past would conduct Spartan-style training for those new recruits, especially those who performed poorly, and would use particularly harsh corporal punishment.
, so harsh that it will even leave an indelible psychological shadow on the soldiers for a lifetime. However, that was already a very early practice of the Orc Alliance, because this method of corporal punishment is very harmful to the soldiers, to the extent that it may damage morale, and it is
Because too many soldiers died in the war, it was necessary to constantly recruit new soldiers; the harsh and excessive corporal punishment soon became counterproductive and was eventually abandoned. I don’t know what the situation was like in the era in which Queeg lived.
I hope he didn't suffer too much from this.
"Anyway, it's just ordinary combat training. I won't do anything else to you, don't worry." Bedivere turned around and wanted to leave: "You're tired, go to bed early."
"Hmm. Uh------" The young leopard man hesitated what he wanted to say.
"Is there anything else?"
"Thank you." Quigg said timidly: "You and Mr. Albert are both good people. How should I repay you?"
"Why are you so polite? It was that guy who rescued you and asked me to take care of you. Since I promised to take care of you, I will take care of you to the end. I will help if I can." Bediwell said with a smile: "But my help has its limit after all.
Yes, there will always be things that cannot be taken into consideration. You still have to find ways to become stronger and take good care of yourself and your brother. This era is very cruel, and it is not much gentler than the era of the dragon-slaying war you are in. Don't be fooled by it.
Eaten alive."
"Okay..." the leopard man blushed: "Anyway, thank you."
"Huh huh." Bedivere smiled again, turned and left.
Queeg looked at Bedivere's retreating back and closed the door thoughtfully. He took off his shirt and huddled into the air gel bed, letting those wonderful gels wrap his body. (Not finished yet.