Chapter 532 The Confrontation Between the Holy King III
Chapter 532: Showdown with the Holy King (3)
At the same time (?), the territory of the Grik tribe was Athens.
The spaceship [Silver Shadow] landed on the outskirts of the city. Before the ship could completely stop, the leopard warrior Palamedes had already jumped from the deck of the ship and landed in front of Argus who came up to greet him.
Just when Argos was about to say something, Palamedes had already spoken first and said: "We are back and have brought your damn spaceship navigator back safely. Now, return my sons quickly."
I."
Argus glanced at Palamedes: "Where is Kaos?"
"He eloped with that witch Morgoth." Paramedis still looked disdainful when talking about this.
Although Arthur was the only one who saw the actual situation, Palamedes could imagine the scene of Kaos and Morgoth going to "Happy and Happy". After Morgos had done so many unscrupulous bad things,
, Kaos actually still protects this witch, it is really disgusting.
Argus didn't say anything. He seemed to have already anticipated the possibility of Kaos doing this.
"Stop changing the subject, where is my son?" Palamedes asked again.
"Well... there is a little problem." Argus hesitated and said, "Anyway, come with me."
Vivian, who had just gotten off the spaceship, glanced at Palamedes. The big black cat shrugged and followed Argus into the city.
Ten minutes later, the patriarch’s house.
"You must be kidding me!" Palamedes's voice was obscured by the mask. On the hospital bed in the isolation room in the backyard of the big house, two young leopard men who were dying of illness were lying.
"It's a plague." Argus also adjusted his mask to make his voice a little clearer. "With so many people dying in the past few days, I knew there would be a large-scale plague outbreak. I have already called
They shouldn't join in the fun, but these two brats insisted on helping to dispose of the deceased's body..."
"And you just let them help with the work without preparing any protective measures." Palamedes suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
"Hey, I've been so busy these days, how can I have time to take care of two dead children? I also have hundreds of men who have fallen ill because of this damn plague. Don't you think I'm annoying enough?!"
"You------" Palamedes was so angry that his veins bulged, and he almost wanted to fight Argus.
"Be quiet, don't hinder my examination!" Vivian roared angrily, silencing the two men. She carefully checked the conditions of Saifer and Seglade, and checked the pulse of two leopards while checking their condition.
Study the hair of human teenagers.
"It's the scarlet plague. It's an endemic disease that's prevalent in the Grik and Turkic regions." Vivian looked at the red spots in Saifer's fur, "This disease is usually spread through a disease in the Turkic swamps."
Mosquitoes. It can also be spread through contact with the body fluids of infected people. So many people have died in Athens recently, it can be said that there is a river of blood, and this kind of plague outbreak is normal."
"Is there a cure?" Palamedes asked urgently.
Vivian shook her head gently: "I have never heard that the scarlet plague can be cured. Infected people usually die within two weeks. I can put them into the life-saving cabin of the spacecraft and use low-temperature freezing to temporarily
Prevent the condition from getting worse, but------"
"You must be kidding me--" Palamedes shouted hysterically, "Please! You must have other ways!"
His wife stopped talking. Compared to her usual indifference, she had a more stern expression on her face at this moment, as if to hide her inner uneasiness.
"I'm sorry," Argus whispered.
"Shut up!" Palamedes said angrily, "I'm not going to chop you now, just because I don't want your dirty blood to splash everywhere and stain my sons. Your surname is Hackett.
They are not good people. I gave my children to you to take care of, but you have harmed my children again and again! I will curse you. May all of you Hackett family die, and every one of you will be swallowed by the darkness!"
"That's enough, Paramy!" Vivian stopped her husband who was about to lose control, "Don't say anything anymore, let's send the children back to the spaceship first."
Palamedes was still full of anger. But saving the child was more important. He suppressed his anger first and went over to pick up the dying Saifer.
At the same time (?), Rome.
"Al!" It took the werewolf boy a long time to obtain permission from Grand Duke Hall and come to the cell to visit Albert.
"Bedy, is it Bedy?" Albert heard his friend's voice and immediately jumped up from the bed, "Bedy! You are finally here!"
"Al, long time no see." Bedivere couldn't help feeling heartbroken as he looked at the Khajiit boy in the prison. Albert lost a lot of weight, and his hair turned into dirty beige. His clothes were ragged.
Shivering in the cold January air.
"You are so dirty. Didn't they give you a bath?" Bedi looked at the tiger's dusty face and subconsciously covered his nose.
"Well, you think they will install a bathroom in the cell? I don't think so." Al wiped the dirt from his face, thinking it would make him look less bad.
"And they didn't even call you clothes.------" The werewolf boy turned to look at the guarding knight Cador, and asked angrily: "What the hell are you doing?! Are you abusing my friend?"
?"
"Well, the superiors have orders not to give him anything. Sorry." Cador shrugged.
"Oh, really?" Bedivere had already taken off his clothes and threw them through the iron bars into the prison. "If I do this, do you want to report to Grand Duke Hall?"
"Bedy, that's enough!" Seeing the werewolf boy almost taking off his underwear, Albert quickly stopped him and said, "I'm fine, put your clothes back on."
"No, you're not good." Bedi looked at Al's tattered clothes. It was the coarse cloth suit that Tiger wore when he left Athens. It was torn full of gaps because of Al's rough landing.
It can no longer be called clothes. At best, it is just a pile of rags used to cover shame.
"It's so cold in winter, you'll catch a cold if you don't wear clothes." Bedi said sadly, "Hurry up, put on my clothes------"
A voice interrupted Bedivere: "Haha, isn't this the legendary King Arthur's knight Bedivere? It turns out that you have a habit of streaking?"
Bedivere looked around and saw that the person in front of him was dressed like a Roman soldier. His flat and elongated face and hooked nose gave people a feeling of being difficult to get along with.
Bedivere was puzzled. Where had he seen this man just now...?