Chapter 2933 the morning of never returning (eight)
Chapter 2933 The morning that never returns (8)
At the same time, in a certain apartment in Cairo, Egypt.
"Uh-huh..." Mutt opened his eyes slightly and felt a splitting headache. His head was so painful that it felt like he had been hit evenly with a hammer.
Someone put a cold towel on his forehead, which iced it thoroughly, which relieved his headache a little.
"Are you awake?" He was greeted by a familiar voice, the voice of Gusta, the tiger man: "This is what a hangover feels like. You have tasted the bitterness."
"Ouch...you got me drunk..." Mutt complained, covering his head.
"No one made you drunk. Moussahir wanted to mix alcohol with the juice and drink it yourself, but you snatched his cup. Without warning, you put something of unknown origin into your mouth and drank it all in one breath.
,Who is to blame."
Mutt pouted. They did overindulge themselves at the celebration banquet, but the Sphinx team shouldn't trick him like this.
"By the way...where's the stupid tiger?" He was thinking discretely with his slow-moving brain because of his hangover, and then he thought of Albert.
"He went back to the Dawn Region on his own." Gusta said: "He said that tonight is the last night of the [Great Hunting Festival], and there shouldn't be any fierce battles, so you don't have to follow him."
When Mutt heard this, he wanted to get angry. But as soon as he got angry, his head started to throb, and he had to cover his forehead with the cold towel, "Asshole..."
"It's useless for you to be angry. He will probably be back tomorrow morning. Before he left, he asked me to take good care of you. You are my guest now. You can have a good rest at my house tonight and wait until tomorrow." Gusta left.
After opening it for a while, he came back with a cup of hot ginger tea: "Drink this, it will relieve the hangover."
"Hey." Mutt sniffed the ginger tea. The pungent smell made him even more uncomfortable when he was hungover. You can imagine the burning feeling left in his throat and stomach after drinking this.
"Wouldn't it be better to drink milk or juice to relieve hangover?" He then said a little coquettishly.
"Wouldn't you feel like vomiting if I asked you to drink something like that now?" Gusta ignored it and said coldly: "Anyway, drink this first and rest for a while."
"Tch..." Mutt took a sip of ginger tea, and sure enough, a burning feeling spread in his throat. He turned his head and glanced at the big clock hanging on the wall. The time was two-thirty in the evening. He didn't
I slept until tomorrow morning, but to wake up in such a late night seemed to be the guidance of fate.
"Sure enough... I still have to go." He tried to get up from the bed, feeling dizzy, he reached for his shirt.
"Mr. Albert knew you would say this when you woke up, so he asked me to do my best to stop you." Gusta came over and said.
Mutt glanced at the tiger man: "So, do you want to stop me?"
Naturally, he who was dizzy now could not defeat a strong tiger man. Gusta could easily push him to the ground, tie him up, and restrict him from leaving.
"Logically speaking, I want to stop you." Gusta said: "It is really not a wise move to let a child like you run to a place where monsters are rampant in the Dawn Region late at night."
"……but?"
"But I know it's useless to stop you. No one can stop you from pursuing what you want, right?" Gusta added: "I have known you for more than a day and a half. What kind of person are you?
Little stubborn, how can I still not know?"
Mutt was silent for half a second.
"Do you really like him that much?" Gusta asked in a long tone: "No matter what happens, no matter what, you want to be with him? Even if... this matter can't end well?"
"Yes." The cat boy replied in a low voice.
"There are so many choices, and you have a lifetime to choose from, but do you have to choose him?" Gusta was not so much asking, as he was talking to himself: "What a stupid boy."
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"I'm just stupid, what's wrong with that?" Mutt pouted and said.
The tiger-man was silent for a long time. He looked at the cat-man boy with an expression of regret and loss. He was debating whether he should tie up the cat-man boy to prevent Mutt from doing stupid things - at least in the past.
We'll talk about it tonight. But he still gave up. If he used strong methods to ensure Mutt's safety, he would probably be hated by Mutt.
"Drink up the ginger tea and take a hot bath. Get ready and we'll go out." Gusta ordered.
"What? Mr. Gusta, are you sending me to Lviv?"
"Of course. I promised to protect you and prevent you from doing dangerous things. How could I let you go to a dangerous place like Lviv alone? Besides taking you there myself, what else can I do?
Are there any other options?"
"But I don't want you to take risks again..." Mutt frowned. Last night in Lviv, Gusta almost died trying to protect Mutt. Naturally, he didn't want to see history repeat itself.
"It's okay. I'm very strong, so I won't die so easily." The tiger man showed off his arm muscles in front of the cat boy, which was a bit artificial.
Mutt sighed, quickly drank the hot ginger tea that he didn't want to drink, and then climbed out of bed unsteadily.
"A change of clothes has been put in the bathroom." As if he knew that Mutt would need to take a shower after he woke up, Gusta had already prepared: "Look at you, you can't stand still... Do you want me to wash it for you?"
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"I-I-can-do it-!" the cat-man boy shouted with a red face, and rushed into the bathroom quickly.
"Why are you so angry? What a kid." Gusta disapproved and took the cups to the kitchen to clean them up, packed up and prepared to set off.
And in the bathroom——
Mutt was lying on the wash basin, vomiting, feeling dizzy.
After he vomited, he wanted to crawl from the sink to the bathtub, but his foot slipped and fell to the ground, knocking over the trash can next to him.
He stood up while sticking out his tongue and tidying up the trash on the floor. Fortunately, the trash can in the bathroom was not too dirty (Gusta either didn't use this trash can at all or cleaned it frequently), with only some cigarette butts and waste paper.
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[Mutt]——However, he caught a glimpse of his own name on a torn piece of paper. The paper used on this piece of paper seemed familiar.
He frowned and suddenly understood everything.
This is his "slave contract." The legal document used to prove his status as a slave and his affiliation.
According to the legal validity of this document, Mutt should initially be regarded as the slave of Father Sphinx. However, Father Sphinx has mentioned before that he has transferred this contract to Albert. So this
The document should be in the hands of that stupid tiger... which also means that Mutt should be Albert's slave now.
But it appeared in a place like this. It was torn into pieces. There is only one correct explanation, that is, Albert, that stupid tiger, transferred the contract to Gusta.
It stands to reason that as long as Gusta holds this document in his hand, he can force Mutt to be his slave, so that Mutt cannot disobey any of his orders. But Gusta put Gusta in a corner where no one can see him.
The document was torn into pieces. He tore up Mutt's slave contract forever.
Therefore, Mutt is now a "free body". From now on, no one can order him. But he does not feel that "freedom" at all, but feels a sense of loss. Albert will hand over the contract
Give it to Gusta, proving that he wants to leave Mutt behind. The stupid tiger left him and ran away. Maybe he will never come back to Cairo. Gusta said he promised Albert "to take good care of Mutt." It turned out to be
This means!
The distraught Mutt turned on the faucet in the shower room and washed away all the dirt on his body. He stood quietly under the hot water, trying to calm down.
Indeed, what could he do if he rushed to Lviv now? Albert no longer needed him, so he would leave him like this.
Now he is still shamelessly pestering others, is it really okay?
...Won’t you be hated?
But... what is going on with this uneasiness spreading in his heart?
Mutt clenched his fists.
I always feel that if I don’t rush to Lviv now to find Albert, I will miss something forever.
The mole - that disturbing word suddenly emerged from the depths of Mutt's heart. Yes, the mole. The incident has not been truly resolved. Because of the mole's sneak attack, Albert's master Cass
Tero also passed away. Things in Lviv will not end so simply, because there must be more moles in the Warcraft Hunter organization, ready to take action.
That stupid tiger must also know this. So he left Mutt and faced all this by himself.
——As expected, there is still no way to just leave it alone.
Mutt washed his face with hot water. He made up his mind.
Even if he is hated, even if his power is insignificant, he still cannot let Albert face danger alone. There must be something that he can do for Albert. This idea may be stupid,
He is very overconfident, but he only wants to do what he wants to do. What he can do today but fails to do will definitely make him regret it in the future.
"Finished?" When Mutt walked out of the bathroom, steam was still rising from his body, but Gusta handed a bottle of hot drink to the cat-man boy.
"Can't you have something cold?" Mutt complained.
"You will catch a cold and have a stomachache," Gusta said.
"...Since when have you cared so much about me, Mr. Gusta?" the cat boy said gloomily, "I've always been given cold drinks after games before."
"It was before, but now you are hungover. And I also promised to take good care of you." Gusta replied tactfully.
"Yes, it makes sense..." The cat boy reluctantly took the cup of hot milk and drank it in one gulp. He felt even hotter and sweating all over his body.
"Ah, don't take off your shirt, you'll catch a cold." Gusta even guessed what Mutt wanted to do and stopped him. He threw a towel for Mutt to wipe his sweat.
"Yes, yes, mother." Mutt complained: "When can we set off?"
"Immediately, I have asked Shiloma to help us arrange the iron cavalry." The tiger man said: "It should be sent here almost."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of luminous flying objects passing by outside the window. Someone on a cavalry landed outside the apartment where Gusta lived.
"Let's go." The tiger man said, carrying his and Mutt's luggage.
"You act like you're going camping," the cat boy complained.
"Hahaha, why not?" Gusta laughed and walked out of the house.
Mutt, who was walking behind, quietly grabbed Gusta's tiger tail and asked in a low voice: "...Do you think he will be willing to see me again?"
The tiger man seemed to have seen through everything: "Even if he doesn't want to, aren't you determined to stick to him? In that case, what's the difference?" (To be continued)