At the same time (?), an iron cavalry gradually approached the Melson Stone.
"Where is it!" Mutt spotted Albert's iron cavalry parked by the lake from a distance. He also drove his iron cavalry and landed nearby.
"Is this...?" Gusta got off the cavalry and looked at the crystal tomb on the side. The crystal tombstone gave off an icy blue shimmer in the night, which was particularly special in this night with only the light of the stars and the moon.
Conspicuous. The entire tombstone is crescent-shaped, extending from the middle outwards. It is made of ice-blue crystals that grow from the ground, as if minerals were extracted from the soil and crystallized.
And in front of that tomb, there was a bouquet of flowers lying quietly.
"He came to worship before." Mutt said: "Do you come to worship at this time... He really knows how to pick the moment."
"Is this the tomb of Mr. Rufu?"
"Yeah." Mutt hummed: "We finally deceived the leopards of the Grik tribe, took Rufu's body back from there, and let him be buried here. At that time, the Melson Stone was
The Guardian Tower has lost its light. In order to prevent the monsters from touching Rufu's body, we used this method to protect his body in the crystal tomb."
No one knows whether Luffy's body stored in the crystal will rot. But even if the body is sealed in the crystal and does not decay for thousands of years, it is still better than being eaten by the monsters.
The surroundings are very quiet. At this time, the [Great Hunting Festival] still has some residual effects. The monsters are all attracted to Lviv. There should be no more monsters near Melson Stone - at least temporarily.
But it is very likely that in the near future, everything will return to its original state, and there will be monsters wandering in this abandoned city again.
All the cat people have already evacuated this place, and the city is empty. There are no people or monsters, and there is only loneliness and darkness.
pound!!
However, there was an explosion in the Guardian Tower in the distance.
The sound was not very loud. It came from within the walls of a solid building, and it could even be said to be very vague. But because the surroundings were very quiet, Mutt and Gusta could hear the sound clearly.
"Who is he fighting...with?" The cat boy guessed: "Could it be the artificial human replicas of those special G-level hunters?"
"The place where he fought..." Gusta also looked in the direction of the explosion just now, and naturally his eyes fell on the Guardian Tower.
The tower is now shrouded in darkness, with only a vague outline in the night. It is completely different from the way it used to shine like a beacon.
But its outline seemed familiar, as if I had seen it before Gusta was born.
He seemed to be about to remember something. Something very important.
That light.
The light he has been pursuing all his life. He has been wandering for countless years and just wants to return to that light.
Is that the light of his home...?
In a flash of thought, he found himself in a desert.
Can't recall anything.
Skinny, dehydrated, and almost dead, he just wanted to keep moving forward to pursue the illusory light in front of him.
There was a reason why he had to go back. But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember that reason.
So, only the pain of nothingness remained.
"Hmm...!" His head began to hurt.
"Gu, Mr. Gusta...?" Seeing Gusta half-kneeling on the ground in pain, Mutt said in surprise: "Are you okay?!"
"It's okay...it's just a headache...it just hurts..." However, he had a headache so bad that he couldn't even speak. With the light from the dashboard of the cavalry nearby, Mutt could see bright red gushing out from the nose of Gusta's tiger.
"This is not an ordinary headache, you have a nosebleed." The cat boy tried to carry the tiger man: "Here. We can go to Ruff's mother's house to have a rest."
"No...I don't want to delay you...go find him..."
Boom! Another explosion came from the Guardian Tower. Then there were several explosions. Albert was probably fighting fiercely with someone.
"He will be fine." Mutt said: "The fighting is still going on, which proves that he is not in danger yet. In short...come with me."
He carried the tiger-man to a nearby hut. To be honest, his support was meaningless. Gusta was such a tall and fat man, far beyond the ability of a thin child like the cat-man boy to carry it.
If Gusta really collapsed, Mutt might even be pinned down and unable to move. Fortunately, Gusta himself did not lose strength due to an excessive headache, and could still walk a few steps with support.
Entering the wooden house, Mutter asked Gusta to lie down on a sofa in the dark.
"Wait a moment." The cat boy said to the weak tiger man, and turned back to light the lamp. There was still a lot of fuel left in the oil lamp, enough to provide some vague illumination at night.
"Uh..." Gusta continued to hum. His head must be hurting. Mutt found a small handkerchief and put it in front of Gusta's nose, trying to stop the nosebleeds of the tiger man first.
"Does your head hurt?" Mutt asked.
"Uh-huh...it feels like it's about to burst." Gusta might have been in unbearable pain, and he didn't even hide it deliberately, covering his head and saying.
"I'm going to get some hot water and give you a hot compress." Mutt said, "Or is it better to apply a cold compress?"
"Whatever...whatever." Gusta said. The voice of Mutt's words probably stimulated his nerves, but only increased his headache.
Why did it suddenly become like this? The cat boy wondered. Is it because the injury on Gusta's chest had cracked before? The injury on the chest affected his head? No way?
Pound! The sound of explosions in the distance is still echoing. The battle in the Guardian Tower has not stopped yet. That stupid tiger must still be fighting hard against those dangerous and powerful enemies of unknown origin.
But now - Mutt looked at the dying tiger man Gusta, who was lying on the sofa. He was the one who asked Mr. Gusta to follow him to such a place; it was also he who made Mr. Gusta become like this.
He couldn't leave Gusta alone.
After a few minutes, he put a towel soaked in hot water on Gusta's head.
Sure enough, hot compresses should be applied. He thought. Mr. Gusta's headache seemed to be some kind of vascular or neurological pain. Hot compresses should relax the blood vessels and soothe the nerves. Cold compresses would only make everything worse.
"Uh-huh..." After putting down the hot towel, Gusta's symptoms eased, and the tiger stripes on his head that were originally deeply wrinkled into a W shape gradually relaxed.
But he was still panting. After experiencing such severe pain, Gusta was in a weak state with a low fever, and his condition was very bad. Mutt tried to find medicine in the Khajiit man's luggage. He thought Gusta
Gusta had such a (?) headache, so he would definitely bring the corresponding treatment medicine, or at least painkillers. But he rummaged through Gusta's luggage, but couldn't find anything.
Then he suddenly remembered that Rouf's mother seemed to have some kind of mental problem. She seemed to be in bad health and often had headaches. Maybe there were still painkillers that Rouf's mother had used in the cabin. Cleverly, he went to the bathroom of the house.
After rummaging around, he actually found a bottle of herbal medicine, which was labeled with painkillers and so on in the words of the cat people. Mutt inherited part of Rufu's memory, not only subconsciously understood the words of the cat people, but also from there
The strange smell emitted from the jar of herbal medicine revealed its ingredients. It was a mixed powder of several internal analgesics that could be found in the Dawn region. He was sure that this medicine could calm the nerves and relieve pain.
He then boiled some water, boiled the powder, and hurriedly delivered it to Gusta: "Mr. Gusta, this is painkiller, drink a little. But it's hot, drink it slowly."
"Hmm. Well..." The weak Gusta probably had a headache and didn't want to think anymore. He nodded in agreement and carefully took a sip of the herbal tea. The medicine was still effective, and it should have stopped Gusta's headache.
The sweating tiger man was lying on the sofa, and his originally tight muscles relaxed a little.
Mutt listened to the sounds of fighting outside, and the fighting at the Guardian Tower was still continuing.
He was considering whether to leave Mr. Gusta and support Albert.
Without the light of the Guardian Tower, the nearby area is almost equivalent to a barren mountain, with the danger of monsters. Leaving the dying Gusta here is equivalent to letting him die in vain. The effect of the Great Hunting Festival is unknown.
How long can it last? Maybe the monsters will reappear soon.
He was so confused about what to do. He thought about it again and again, and thought that the purpose of his trip was to find Albert and help that stupid tiger. If he didn't go to help at this time, everything would be meaningless.
——He has already [missed] once and cannot [miss] again.
As for Mr. Gusta, although it is a bit bad to leave him behind, nothing will happen in the short term, right? Lock the doors and windows of the house, and the monsters will not easily enter the house to harm Mr. Gusta, right?
?
So, he decided to set off.
"Hold on, Mr. Gusta. I'll be back." Mutt said after packing his luggage.
The tiger man's hand suddenly moved. In a daze, Gusta held Mutt's cat tail.
"Um, Mr. Gusta?"
"Don't... go... Parv..." He whispered, his voice was almost inaudible: "Dad... I won't... give up on you this time..."
Mutt's ears perked up, and a strong electric shock spread from his tail throughout his body. He was stunned for a long time.
"You...say it again?!" Mutt asked: "Who is Parv?"
However, Gusta entered a more severe state of lethargy and was no longer able to reply.
"Mr. Gusta..." The cat-man boy turned his head and looked at the sleeping tiger-man, and tears kept falling.
He was not stupid. In fact, he roughly knew what was going on. He had always considered this possibility. However, the more he thought about it, the more unsettling it became, so he deliberately did not delve into it.
But now, when Gusta accidentally mentioned that name, Mutter had to examine the possibility again - he was shaken.
Sure enough, I still can't leave Mr. Gusta alone. What if all this is true? What if Gusta is really...his father?
——He has already [missed] once and cannot [miss] again.
"Wait here." Mutt wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled out the crystal stabbing sword: "I...I will come back...I will definitely!"
He rushed out and locked the door of the house tightly.
Then he used the crystal stabbing sword to draw a circle outside the house. Crystal clusters began to grow on the ground. They grew, extended, and merged with each other, and eventually turned into a full circle of crystal fence protecting the house. The outer layer of the fence was very sharp, Mu
I was particularly convinced that the monsters could not easily cross the fence and harm Gusta inside the house.
He was also convinced that if Mr. Gusta recovered from his illness, he could easily break through the fence with a large red moon steel shield and escape.
Gusta is at least safe for now. Unless a very powerful monster comes and rushes into the house regardless of the protection of the crystal fence. But that is almost impossible.
"Take care, Mr. Gusta." Mutt said to himself, running towards the direction of the Guardian Tower.