At the same time (?), on the roof of the Cairo Grand Hotel.
A cavalry slowly landed on the apron on the roof of the building. After receiving the signal beforehand, Mutt rushed over to check the situation. What he saw was Albert lying lazily on the cavalry and sleeping soundly.
Although the iron cavalry has an automatic driving function and can return to the designated place after setting the coordinates, there is still a risk of the iron cavalry crashing when it lands. It’s a shame that Albert, a stupid tiger, dared to sleep on the iron cavalry the whole time.
The iron cavalry's driving system landed automatically.
Mutt was a little angry, so he leaned over and pulled Albert's beard a few times.
"Ah...Ouch!!" Albert jumped up from his seat and exclaimed: "What?!------"
"Good morning." Mutt replied with a wicked smile.
"Good morning------What a fart!!" Albert punched Mutt on the head: "Don't pull out my beard, you brat!!"
"But your beard is curled up. I just straighten it for you." Mutt lied without changing his expression.
"Really? Give me the mirror."
Mutt actually handed over the mirror. It seemed to be taken out of a storage bag. Because he had been following Albert in Cairo and Lviv recently, Mutt habitually used a small storage bag.
The pockets carry daily necessities for easy access at any time.
"Well...it's indeed a bit crooked...fuck!!" Albert punched Mutt on the head again: "You didn't bend it!!"
"Why are you so angry?" Mutt said with a smile. As a "rubber man", he was not afraid of such a level of punches. The two punches hitting his head were like scratching an itch.
On the other hand, the tiger man Gusta who was standing aside was casting an unfriendly look at Albert, and Albert noticed.
"Why is Mr. Gusta here? Hmm...how long have I been asleep?" So Albert quickly changed the subject and said: "Isn't it going to be late for the game?"
"Don't worry, it's only around seven in the morning." Mutt took back the mirror and replied.
"It's past seven o'clock... isn't that bad?" Albert jumped off his horse: "Today's opponent seems to be that guy... from South Africa...?"
"[South Africa Saints] (S.A. Celestials)." Mutter replied with a sinister face: "That [human supremacist] country's team. Yes."
"So isn't this hour very bad?" Albert looked around and confirmed that he was on the roof of the Cairo Hotel: "Is it still too late to rush to South Africa from here? There are less than two hours left.
??＂
"Don't worry, today's game is not in South Africa." Mutter said.
"ha?"
"We [Sandstorm Sphinx] are a team composed entirely of orcs. Naturally, we will be refused entry by the human supremacist [South African Republic]." Mutter replied: "The South African government has a tough attitude and said
Allowing a large group of orcs to enter their country and participate in such a large-scale event will affect South Africa's international reputation. People in that country will go their own way and will not allow us entry just because the Dark American Football Super Bowl is an international event.
Privilege. God, they don't even plan to let our faces appear on their country's TV. It is said that live broadcasts about us are banned in their countries, or they may directly slap horse racing on our faces.
..Gram."
"What the hell..." Albert couldn't imagine what it would look like if his face was mosaicd on TV. No matter how obscene or trivial his face was, it was definitely nothing...
Isn't it a bit too much to go to such a level?
"And because the entry visa has not been issued yet, the American Football Association negotiated with the South African team to let today's game be held in Egypt." The cat boy continued: "So it doesn't matter if you don't have to rush to South Africa. That's disgusting.
Who wants to enter the country? The competition is here in Egypt."
Albert immediately calmed down and leaned on the driver's seat of the cavalry again: "Oh. That's good. Then I'll sleep a little longer------"
Mutt leaned over and stretched out his hand to pull the tiger's beard.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! What are you doing?!"
"I said the venue is in Egypt, but I didn't say it's not far from here. I'm leaving now to get used to the venue. Why are you so sleepy?" Mutt said with a pout.
"Huh? But if Egypt plays at home, isn't it the underground stadium of Daddy Sphinx..."
"Since when did Daddy Sphinx represent the whole of Egypt?" The cat boy shrugged and said: "[Sandstorm Sphinx] itself is just an independent football club, not a national team."
"You seem to be right..." Albert said with a long face. But other Egyptian teams don't seem to have been in the league. Maybe they are just not as good as the Sphinx.
, was screened out from the beginning and had no chance to participate in the Super Cup.
"The result of the negotiation between the association and the South African team is that although the game will be held in Egypt, the Sphinx's home court cannot be used. In other words, the game will not be held in Cairo's underground stadium. Today's game will be held in another ancient city in Egypt -
-Aswan---Held. The [Egyptian National Stadium] in Aswan. It is neither the home stadium of the Sphinx nor the South African team. It is considered a neutral venue."
"Hey, but I'm still very sleepy..." Albert jumped off the iron horse.
"Anyway, let's go to Aswan first." Mutt looked at Albert, whose clothes were torn from the battle and was a little haggard. "Look for a chance to catch up on some sleep in the lounge over there."
"Is there a place to take a bath over there? Is there a bed? There shouldn't be lice on the bed, right?"
"At least there should be a sofa to lie down on. I brought you a blanket and insect repellent." Mutt said lightly.
"So there are indeed lice over there..."
"Don't ask for too much!" Mutt said angrily.
Gusta, the tiger man, looked at the two young men talking and laughing as if they were talking to each other, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Ten minutes later, everyone boarded Father Sphinx's sand boat. The boat went south along the bank of the Nile and sailed to Aswan at full speed.
"Oh, Sister Sherrichard is here too." Mutt, who was on the deck, saw the snow lion girl on the bow of the ship from a distance and said to Albert.
"Indeed." The tiger man squinted under the fierce sunlight and could see a snow-white figure over there from a distance: "Would you like to go over and say hello to her?"
"I advise you not to do this." Hiloma grinned and came over, putting down the telescope in her hand: "Sister Xuerui came here specifically to say goodbye to Leoport this time, and she might be in a bad mood.
I will get angry at you."
"Farewell?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't know about this." After reminding the tiger man Siroma, he turned around and left.
"Leopard's body is close to collapse." Mutt replied in a low voice: "This may be his last game. Everyone in the Sphinx team knows this. Although
I know, but no one can stop him."
"So you are going to watch him die?"
"This is Leoport's own wish, and it is not for outsiders like us to interfere..." The cat boy subconsciously touched his beard: "He didn't even listen to Sister Xue Rui's persuasion.
What use can our persuasion be used for?"
"this......"
"You don't have to worry about Leo's things. It's useless to care anyway." Mutt rubbed his feet on the floor, "Just focus on your own game. If we work hard enough, we may be able to help Leo somewhat reduce his burden."
Woolen cloth."
The tiger man then snorted and said nothing more. He originally wanted to be optimistic that he could win this kind of game by himself, and there was no need for Leoport to risk his life. However, he could not be optimistic at all.
I still remember yesterday’s game against the British Knights. If it weren’t for Leo’s help in yesterday’s game, the Sphinx would have lost a long time ago. And yesterday was only the semi-finals, so today’s game would probably be even more difficult than yesterday’s game.
Several times. In this kind of competition, Albert has already tried his best to take care of himself, so there is no room for taking care of Leoport.
It's so...desperate.
"Speaking of which, where is Leoport?"
"I didn't see him on this ship. He probably rushed to Aswan from another way." Mutt replied: "Selfishly, I don't really want him to appear on the field. If he really
If I die on the field, I will probably have nightmares for a long time."
"Don't say those unlucky words..."
"Hahaha..." Mutt smiled bitterly and said: "Look! You can already see Aswan. There is still some time before the start of the game. Have you decided that you really want to sleep in the lounge and not go for a stroll in the city?"
"
"I just want to sleep." Albert hummed. He had been too...worked recently, and his body always felt a lingering sleepiness. All he could do was seize the time to rest as much as possible.
Try not to bring this fatigue to the competition field.
"Forget it." I watched the sand ship slow down and finally docked at the sand port in Aswan. It is also a steel city wall used to defend against the invasion of various monsters in the desert, but the Aswan side looks much shabbier than Cairo.
It has an old city atmosphere.
As soon as the boat stopped, Mutt tugged at the corner of Albert's clothes: "Let's skip the team roll call and go directly to the [Egyptian National Stadium]."
"Of course." Albert smirked, picked up the kitten, jumped onto the concrete floor of the harbor, and ran away.
"Hey, you guys!" At this time, Hiloma was taking out the roster and gathering the team members to start calling the names. However, she saw Albert and Mutt running away from a distance and shouted: "-----
-Come back to me!"
"Meow hahahahaha------see you at the gym!!" Albert smiled wildly and ran far away.
"Those two guys..." Several blue veins appeared on Hiloma's forehead.
"Let them go." Gusta smiled bitterly and said relevantly: "There isn't much time left anyway."
"Well," the snow lion girl Sherry Chad also left the ship surrounded by two bodyguards: "I'll leave first, see you at the gym."
"Okay." Shiloma replied, her attitude instantly became respectful: "Sister, please pay attention to safety along the way."
"Haha, who do you think you are talking to? Just take care of yourselves." Sherrichard smiled mysteriously and walked away. Her long silver-white hair fluttered back and forth as she walked, looking particularly good under the sun.