Chapter 2543 Separation of paths and deviation (36)
At the same time (?), the Red Sea Stone Pillar Forest in Africa, and the interior of the British battleship.
"Well..." Mutt breathed a sigh of relief. His body seemed to have finally calmed down. He then opened the door with a blushing face and walked out of the locker room.
It took about ten minutes to calm down? Has the game started? In any case, rushing from the locker room and taking a transport boat again takes time. Of course, it is impossible for Mutt to catch up with the game.
The game has started. I hope the Sphinx can really cope without Mutter on the field.
I always feel a little embarrassed...
"Hey, little kitten." While Mutt was meditating, a voice called out.
The cat boy looked up subconsciously and saw ------
------King Arthur?!?
Even if he didn't have a deep relationship with Albert's group, Mutt would certainly know King Arthur. After all, he was the king of Great Britain and a public figure.
The King of Great Britain suddenly stood in front of the cat-man boy. Mutt didn't know how to react for a moment, he just froze.
"See King Arthur...Your Majesty?" Mutt froze for a long time before saying this. Moreover, he was not very clear about the etiquette in Great Britain, and he did not know what actions he should take to salute the king.
"There is no need to be formal." The King of Knights said, "Of course it is no accident that I appear here. I came here specifically to see you this time."
"Um...me?"
"What a perfect opportunity. You left your teammates behind and rushed to the field at this time." The King of Knights said with a smile.
Mutt suddenly thought of something and became a little unhappy. He was obviously in a hurry, but he was intercepted and questioned by the King of Great Britain. King Arthur's intention was obvious.
"Um...Your Majesty, are you talking to me at this time to delay time so that I can't play? In this way, your Great Britain Knights will...
.More...beneficial?"
"Haha, do you think so?" the King of Knights said, "I didn't expect you to imagine me as such a despicable person."
"but......"
"Forget it. If you don't want to hear what I have to say, you can leave here and go to the arena that belongs to you." The King of Knights took out a prop from behind and held it in his hand: "But if you want to play, please
I will go with you."
What he held in his hand was an iron mask, and he put it on while speaking.
Before this, Mutt had not realized who the person in front of him was. He only knew that he was the King of Great Britain. But this iron mask - the cat-man boy had watched it countless times from past game videos.
, he knows what this iron mask means!
"You...you...you you...you are [Iron Mask No. 9]?!" Mutt exclaimed.
"Are you surprised? Why should you be surprised?" King Arthur said with a smile. The half-covered mask only covered the position from his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Of course his mouth was exposed, so his slightly provocative smile was also exposed.
In front of the cat boy.
"You think I'm deliberately delaying your time so that you can't play, right?" He said with a smile, having changed the word "I" to "I", as if he was deliberately hiding his identity: "
Then you're wrong, kid. Just as I'm holding you back from playing, you're holding me back from playing. Let's do it."
Mutt swallowed. He knew that this was not a "two parties", or even an equal transaction at all.
He is just a relatively outstanding outfield catcher in the Sphynx team. Even among his peers in the professional league, he can only be regarded as an above-average level at best, not even top-notch. Those who are much stronger than him are
There are many wonderful people out there, all over the world.
And the King Arthur in front of him, no, it was [Iron Mask No. 9], but he was a legend, a legend as famous as Father Sphinx back then! Just thinking about it, Mutt felt that it was not the other party who was holding him back.
But he is holding the other party back, and he is the one who is despicable.
"Are you still going to listen carefully to what I want to say next?" Iron Mask Man No. 9 asked.
"Hmm... um." Once again, because of surprise, the cat boy didn't know how to react, so he just nodded awkwardly.
"Then I'll make a long story short. I'm here to recruit people. You, please join our team."
"Wha, what?!" Mutt's eyes widened and he couldn't even nod awkwardly.
"Wait...what did you say? Join...your Knights of Great Britain?! Now?!?"
"Of course not now, not even during this Super Bowl. But I hope you will seriously consider leaving your Sandstorm Sphinx team and joining our Great Britain Knights team when the game is over." Iron
Face-to-face man No. 9 said: "I... I seriously hope you will join, because the British Cavaliers are lacking in no talent, except for an excellent outfield catcher."
"I...I don't understand...even if you say this suddenly..." Mutt began to be confused: "There are many excellent receivers in this world, and I..."
.....Me? Why me?"
"Well, there are indeed talents better than you in the world, but I can think of the only talent in the world that best suits the current offensive style of the British Knights and is likely to leave their team. You are the only one in the world."
Mutt looked confused: "Me? Leave the Sphinx? Stop joking..."
He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to leave his familiar environment and the teammates of the Sphynx team who had fought against him day and night and won countless games. No, that kind of thing would never happen.
Well. Never in this life. Never. From now on, he will always stay in the Sandstorm Sphinx and play dark American football with his teammates.
"You think all this is nonsense, and you think I came to you for poaching because of my whims, right?" King Arthur asked in a low tone: "Then, if I tell you, this is from an old friend.
Where is the commission?"
"Old friend...?"
"Your Sphinx daddy." Iron Mask Man No. 9 said slowly in an extremely calm tone.
This word that should have been without any ups and downs sounded in Mutt's ears, but it instantly made the cat man boy's scalp numb.
"Old...Dad...?"
"It's almost your Sphinx's father's last wish, although it's not official." King Arthur said again: "When I received the letter from him not long ago, I even thought it was his prank. But
I took the time to go back and watch your game these days. After watching your game, I am convinced."
"What does this mean?" The cat boy felt his legs weakening: "Could it be that... dad dislikes me? Before he died, he also hoped that I would be removed from the Sphinx team...
....Drive away?"
"No. He thinks you deserve a second choice, so he entrusted me to give you this second choice." Iron Mask Man No. 9 said: "My child, you were rescued by Father Sphinx."
Right? After that, you have been thinking of ways to repay your kindness. The same goes for joining the Sphinx team, right? Everything you do is to repay Daddy Sphinx. I hope he sees it, I hope he is happy, and I hope he
Appreciate you. Your motivation to join the team and become an excellent outfield catcher is your gratitude to him. However, have you really ever loved the sport of American football from the bottom of your heart?"
Facing the question from the King of Knights, Mutt was stunned. This was different from the previous series of shocks. King Arthur's words hit the depths of his soul. He couldn't escape and had to answer. He answered with soothing questions.
, question.
Has he really ever loved the sport of American football from the bottom of his heart?
If it weren't for repaying his gratitude to his father and getting appreciation from his father, would he really have loved the sport itself?
"Are you confused now, kid?" Iron Mask Man No. 9 said with a slightly mischievous smile.
I am really confused, because even Mutter himself can't answer it. Is there really an answer to this question?
"You may have wanted to win admiration by participating in this sport, or you may have fully hoped that he would be happy, so that you would repay him." The King of Knights continued: "But now? He is no longer here.
What you have done, what you are about to do, he will never see again.
A dead person is dead, sleeping forever, with no consciousness, no emotions, no thoughts - nothing. What you have done for him is meaningless, and the kindness you have repaid him has been wasted.
Enough, you won't be able to get any more appreciation from him, even a small compliment.
You, have no reason to continue your game.
There is no reason for you to continue to stay in the Sandstorm Sphinx team just to [inherit the will of Father Sphinx].
You should be freer, kid.
From now on, you can do anything, achieve anything, go anywhere, and become any role.
------It's time for you to be released from the shackles called [Sphinx] and do what you really want to do."
Then Mutt's tears flowed down.
Someone had said something similar before. At that time, Mutt didn't take it seriously because the guy who said this didn't understand anything.
But the words that came out of King Arthur's mouth now were actually words that Father Sphinx wanted to convey to Mutt.
That's why Mutt was so moved.
"It seems like he cares about you from the bottom of his heart." Iron Mask No. 9 said without emotion.
"Yes, I know." The cat boy wiped the tears that were pouring out of his eyes.
"So? What's your answer?"
"I will continue to play in the Sphynx team, at least until the Super Cup is over." Mutt replied: "What happens after that...when I sort out my feelings,
Let’s talk again.”
"Ha, until the Super Cup is over?" The King of Knights sneered: "It is obvious that your Sphinx team's schedule comes to an end today. You will be defeated, today, in my country, Great Britain
Under the Cavaliers' offense."
"We'll see." Mutt wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked directly at King Arthur.
"I won't delay your appearance, Iron Mask No. 9." The cat boy had nothing more to say to King Arthur, so he turned around and left: "Let's meet on the field."
"Good eyes." Looking at Mutt's retreating back, Iron Mask Man No. 9 smiled and said: "That cunning old lion did not introduce the wrong person. One day..."
That child will have his own legend.
No matter in what form. On the field or elsewhere.