After returning to the Dawn, as soon as he stepped into the door of the common room, Bediwell heard the children shouting excitedly.
"Heads are off! Heads are off!" Kate shouted, jumping up and down on the sofa.
These words attracted Bediwell's attention: "What are you guys watching? Is there any violent content on TV that is not suitable for children?"
"It's just a football game." Seglade, who was looking after the group of brats, replied.
"Will someone turn around during a football match? Oh -" Bediwell glanced at the TV and understood immediately. There seemed to be an accident on the field, and the referee's head was blown off. However, the referee was not a human being.
It's just some kind of robot...or artificial human. A large number of electronic components and metal bones were exposed under his blown-off head.
Only then did Bediwell notice that what was being broadcast on TV was the finals of the Dark American Football Super Bowl, and Albert and the others seemed to be on the field.
The tiger took off his helmet. It seemed that he had been affected by the attack just now, and there was a small blood stain on his face. However, this was considered too violent by the local TV station, and a mosaic quickly appeared on Albert's face on the camera.
, and also covered the wounds on his face. Because it was a live broadcast, the signal seemed unstable, and the screen occasionally flickered and delayed, which was really uncomfortable to watch (as a werewolf, Bediwell's dynamic vision is several times stronger than ordinary people)
times, the extremely delayed picture is actually a burden to him).
"It's boring." Kate shouted when she saw the mosaic. The other kids were also making noises at the same time. These kids drank several bottles of Photon Coke placed on the table. After drinking those high-sugar drinks, they became particularly excited.
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"Why do you let them watch this kind of game? It's too violent and has a bad influence on the little devils." Bediwell complained.
"It's okay, it's okay, the content that can be broadcast live on TV has been mosaiced as it should be." Seglade disagreed.
"Tsk... By the way, where is Lawrence?"
"He went out with old man Logan. It seemed that he had an important order and he had to supervise the delivery process." Seglade said.
"Even Logan is out?" Bedivere frowned, feeling that this was not an easy matter. Then he caught a glimpse of Paramedis doing accounting at the side with his peripheral vision.
The Leopard Warrior was uncharacteristically licking his lips while writing furiously. He did not forget to giggle and murmured in a low voice: "Hehehehe, I made it, I made it."
Bedivere couldn't help but want to laugh. Not only because of Paramedes' abnormal behavior, but also because of the spectacle frames without lenses worn by the leopard warriors. Those frames should have been left over from Vivian's experiment yesterday when she gave Queeg glasses.
It has no lenses, and Palamedes actually only wears it for decoration. I don’t know what the black panther is thinking. He probably thinks that wearing the frame makes him look more elegant and more like a gentleman, right?
But now he doesn't look elegant or gentleman at all, but more like a cunning businessman.
"What are you doing?" the werewolf young man asked.
"Nothing." Paramidis paused, without stopping writing in his hand: "Just a rough calculation of how much money I can earn from today's order. The eldest lady of the Sphinx Consortium ordered enough money from us.
Three hundred thousand bottles of Photon Coke, which is a huge order that has never been seen before. And I have a way to do some tricks on the tax bill so that we don't need to pay taxes to the Egyptian government - or only pay a very small amount.
Taxes. Of course this is all legal, taking advantage of small loopholes in the rules."
"That's right. It doesn't matter." Bedivere said perfunctorily without interest: "Wouldn't it be better to leave the accounting work to Eve? Her computer calculation ability is thousands of times better than your hand calculation, right?"
"I know." Palamedes pushed up the glasses frame without lenses on the bridge of his nose with dignity: "But I just like the feeling of counting money."
Bedivere shook his head: "I've convinced you."
He turned around and asked Seglade: "Where is Queeg? Is he okay?"
After the battle with the Jotun giant, the young leopard man Queeg fell into a coma and was sent back by Zifer and Seglade. I wonder if the boy has recovered now?
"He hasn't woken up yet. We placed him in the medical room." Seglade replied: "Not long ago, we sent a doctor from Great Britain to check him, but no problem was found. There was no external injury, no matter what.
Pulse, heart rate and brain waves are all at normal levels."
"So theoretically he was not injured at all, but he was still unconscious?"
"Yes, meow. It's really strange that it's not meow." Seglade said: "Aunt Vivian has also gone over and looked at it, and she can't see the problem, meow. Anyway, let him rest for now. Maybe he will be fine tomorrow."
I’m still awake, meow."
"So his body is normal, but he has been in a coma strangely." Bedivere frowned: "In such a special situation, you didn't send him to the hospital, but just stayed in the Dawn and continued to observe? You are too much."
Are you optimistic? At least sending him to the infirmary of the British battleship is better than leaving him here."
"Not necessarily. The Dawn's medical room has the most advanced medical technology in the world, and Eve is monitoring the patient's vital signs. The doctor thinks that letting Queeg stay here is the safest thing," Segrad replied.
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"Except, we need an experienced ship's doctor." Palamedes, who was keeping accounts, added.
"I will try to recruit one in the future." Bediwell left: "I'm going to check on Queeg."
"Of course. Say hello to the child for me," Palamedes said absently.
Bedivere then shook his head angrily and left the lounge.
"Speaking of which, I heard Vivian say that you checked with her yesterday?" After Bedivere left, Paramedis suddenly asked Seglade.
"Yes, meow. I am not a geneticist. Although I have some suspicions, I have no confirmation. In the end, I asked Aunt Vivian to help with the identification, meow." Seglade walked to the left and replied in a low voice: "Dad, you
By asking this, it means you have the same suspicion, nya?"
"Of course. I'm your dad, and I'm smarter than you. How could I not have thought of the things you thought of." Paramedis rubbed his nose with a little dignity: "So, the test result is indeed——?"
"Yes," Segrede nodded: "For a leopard man with a special appearance like Queeg, his direct relatives will definitely look at least somewhat similar to him. However, his younger brother Tuge is not Moiren at all.
The leopard doesn’t even have a moire pattern on his body. This is impossible. The test results tell us that the two of them are actually not related by blood. They are not brothers at all. They can’t even be cousins. Even if they are
Relatives must also be distant relatives whose blood relationship is very distant."
"Sure enough." Palamedes didn't even show the slightest surprise.
"Since Dad also knows about this, why don't you tell Mr. Bedivere about it?"
"He doesn't need to know." The Leopard Warrior replied: "Bedivere has very strong analytical skills, but he has a shortcoming, that is, he is prone to overflowing with sympathy. When he becomes like that, he is blind.
He can't listen to anything you say."
"But I don't think Queeg lied to us on purpose...that kid doesn't look like a bad person, meow."
"Maybe he has something to hide." Palamedes shook his head: "Anyway, don't expose Queeg yet, and continue to observe."
"Mr. Bedivere will definitely be furious afterwards," Seglade said in a drawl.
"We'll talk about it then." Palamedes said with a funny smile.
It was about five thousand years ago, during the [Dragon Slaying War].
A young leopard man gently pushed open a rusty iron door. In the dark, dilapidated cabin filled with fishy smell, a shadow lay dejectedly.
"Are you okay? Can you get up on your own?" the young leopard man asked.
"Hmm... um..." The bruised and ragged figure in the room slowly got up. Dirty liquid dripped from his body and landed on the ground full of blood and other dirty things. He had been like a wild dog.
They were locked up in this small room and suffered all kinds of humiliation. They were beaten and toyed with by soldiers who were full of energy and had nowhere to vent, until those soldiers completely lost their temper. The origins of these orcs were so humble, even in the army
There is no human rights at all, not to mention that he was originally a slave of a certain landowner and was a consumable. Being sent to the army will not change his identity and position.
"It's so miserable." The leopard boy outside the house couldn't help but cover his nose. For the orcs with a keen sense of smell, the strong smell of rust and fishy smell in the room was too exciting: "Come on. All this is over. We are here.
Let’s go take a bath at the river and cleanse ourselves.”
"I still have to go...make today's...supper...for the soldiers..." the figure in the room replied intermittently. His mouth was bleeding from his teeth, his tongue was swollen, and he naturally could not speak fluently.
"Don't worry about today's dinner. If you don't do it, someone in the cooking class will do it." The leopard man boy walked into the house, took the dirty figure's hand, and dragged him out of the house: "Follow quickly.
I'll do it, idiot."
He was forcibly dragged outside the hut, and his face was revealed under the afterglow of the setting sun. It was a skinny young leopard man with no life in his eyes.
The special cloud-like leopard pattern on his body has long been contaminated by various dirt, turning it red here and yellow there. The sparse hair on his body is tangled together in a floc. It takes a long time to wash it off——
However, those soldiers had just finished venting their anger, and it would probably be a long time before they came to trouble him again. He had plenty of time.
The night was getting darker. Under the light of the stars and the moon, the Leopard Man boy and the Leopard Man young man lay side by side on the grass by the river, looking up at the starry sky. Under each other's careful care, the dirt on the Leopard Man young man's body was completely cleaned away.
, his beautiful moiré fur was slowly drying in the night breeze.
On the other side of the river, at the end of the plain, there is another battlefield. The war will not end when night falls. There are flames shooting into the sky, and there are even faint shouts accompanied by the night wind, which is very unpleasant to the scenery.
"Are you okay?" Without paying attention to the shouts on the battlefield in the distance, the Leopard Man boy asked again: "Does the pain in your body no longer matter?"
"Well," the cloud-patterned leopard replied, "for now."
"Although it is a rule in the army to bully new recruits, they went too far." The Leopard Man boy snorted: "You should report it to your superiors. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."
The young leopard man was moved all over: "No... don't."
"Wait a minute," the keen Leopard Man boy suddenly noticed something: "Could it be that even Commander Wheeler is treating you..."
"Hmm." The thin young leopard man shuddered.
"You will die. You will become the plaything of those bastards and be raped to death." The Leopard Man boy got up and said excitedly: "You should really run away quickly. The war on the front line is about to reach here. Wait.
When the fighting gets more intense, you just take advantage of the chaos on the battlefield to escape. Then you find a place to hide in the mountains and forests, and never show your face again. This is the only way you can survive."
The young leopard man shook his head: "No... don't."
"Why? Are you afraid that you won't be able to survive without food? The current army has never given us a full meal. You can at least find something to eat while hiding in the mountains. You won't starve to death.
No matter what, it's better than the current situation."
"No, it's not..."
"Afraid of being caught? Afraid that the army will execute deserters?" The Leopard Man boy continued to ask: "But you will definitely not survive more than a week if you stay in the army. Look how thin you are. If you hide, you can at least live longer.
If you wait a little longer, you might be able to escape this disaster and live until the end of the war."
"No...no!" the young leopard man denied with difficulty.
"I don't understand. Then what are you still worried about?"
"They..." The young leopard man gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time before replying: "They said. If I'm not here, the next target will be you. I...can't escape."
The Leopard Man boy's expression became solemn: "So you stay here because you want to protect me. You have been protecting me."
The other party responded with silence.
"Those bastards are always like this. Because we orcs are [inferior races] and it's not a pity to die, they do whatever they want to us..." The young man clenched his fists and got up from the grass: "Very good. It's decided.
.Let me run away too. I want to be a deserter with you and run as far as I can."
"But……"
"Don't worry." The leopard boy gave the other person a hug and buried his head on the other person's furry chest: "This time it's my turn to protect you. No matter where I go, I will try my best to protect you, my [brother]
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The young leopard man fell into a deeper silence.
(Why did you agree to such a stupid proposal in the first place?)
(The seeds of regret were planted at that moment.)
Queeg, a young leopard man, huddled in pure darkness.
Someone's eyes were peering into his memory in the distance.
"Do you regret it? Do you want to see him again?"
The face of the Jotun giant gradually emerged in the darkness.
"What if I told you that this could all happen again?"
He used sweet words to seduce Queeg. (To be continued)