At the same time, the territory of the Turks and the home of the herbalist Pafu.
"The territory of the Leopard People?" Tutan, the leader of the Elephant People, shook off some ashes in the wooden ashtray nearby, then picked up his long pipe and took a puff. The strong smell of medicinal smoke spread in the air.
"Even if I can take you there, so what? The leopards just died of their clan leader*, and now they are still fighting for the position of the next clan leader. If you go at this time, it will only make things worse.
It’s just more complicated."
(*Note: About a month ago, Hackett, the previous leader of the Grik tribe (leopard tribe), died at the hands of Grand Duke Hall.)
Bediwell thought for a moment: "There is always someone I can talk to, right? Especially after knowing the truth about the massacre in Egypt and the shady story of the fox people, I think they can calm down and re-examine this war.
------"
The tiger boy Albert couldn't help but interjected: "Hackett has three sons, and they are all vying for the position of patriarch. Do you want to intervene in their disgusting power war?"
The werewolf boy retorted: "I just want to tell them [the truth]. I don't know what their final decision is, and I have no right to change it... Of course, this matter has not come out of my mouth."
Any kind of persuasion. If Chief Tutan is willing to say a few words of help------"
Chief Tutan listened quietly to the bickering between the two teenagers. When he saw Bediwell looking over with expectant eyes, he slowly took a puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring: "I'm sorry, this time, I, the Turkic tribe, want to
Remain neutral. It will be more troublesome for me to talk about this matter than for you to do it. Our clan has a bad relationship with the Romani clan (Voxmen clan), and all the orcs know it. If I continue to talk nonsense, it will only make it darker."
Bedivere was a little disappointed. But he couldn't hold out much expectations, so he could only apologize and said with a smile: "Okay, okay------"
But Tutan suddenly smiled mischievously: "I have a good idea. Let Paphos accompany you."
The Elephant Herbalist Pafu, who was preparing herbs at the side, couldn't help but trembled all over and knocked over the medicine bowl in his hand.
"It's so far. It's so troublesome." Pavlo replied coldly, without even turning his head.
"Hahaha, you think it's a long way to go by boat? Don't make excuses!" Tutan said forcefully, "You are not a young man anymore. It's time to travel around the outside world."
Pav was silent for a few seconds. "...Order?"
"That's right, the patriarch's order." Tutan said in a stronger tone, "You will set off tomorrow and follow the ship transporting slaves. By the way, help me keep an eye on the cargo."
Although full of dissatisfaction, Pafu still nodded in agreement.
About four years ago, in a secret research laboratory in the Everglades.
The old pharmacist Pavlo stabbed the red-hot, sharp iron stake into the chest of his son, Pavlo Jr.
"Oh...it hurts...it hurts so much! Stop! Dad, please, stop!" the Elephant Man boy begged. His hands and feet were handcuffed to the iron pillars.
Begging for mercy with your mouth, there is no other way.
"Be patient, Hal." Old Paver did not stop, but continued to prepare the next sharp stake. In order to study this anesthetic, he was already in a state of madness.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and the flesh on Hal Paver's chest was burning sizzlingly. The sharp stake penetrated his chest more than an inch deep, burning his flesh and blood. He felt that even his own
My breath is hot.
"You will be an adult tomorrow, but you have no way to show your [value] to the clan. If you continue like this, you will be exiled. Even if you are a little rough, you have to do it. You help me complete the research on this medicine, which is also a show.
If you lose your [value], you don’t need to be exiled for the time being."
He made a lot of nice words. In fact, what he wanted was just a white mouse for testing drugs.
Then a sharp stake pierced Little Pav's thigh, passed by his leg bone, and penetrated out from behind. The pain made him sweat dripping, and he wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet were fixed by iron cuffs and could not move at all.
"...Medicine, give...give me medicine!" The Elephant Man boy gave in and begged his father in a low voice.
"This is a good boy." Old Pav put the medicine bowl to the Elephant Man boy's mouth, and poured the medicine into little Pav's mouth: "Drink it, drink it all! You will get better!"
Gurgling, gurgling. The vicious anesthetic burns the throat.
Gudu, Gudu. Bitter and fishy.
Gurgling, gurgling. Rolling in the guts.
The anesthetic soon began to take effect, turning the Elephant Man boy's skin purple-red.
This medicine not only relieves pain, but also stops bleeding and promotes wound healing. Of course, it also made the Elephant Man boy delirious and started talking a lot of nonsense that no one could understand.
In order to test the recovery ability of the medicine, the old pharmacist Paver began to scratch his son's body with a knife. The wounds he made would heal in an instant, but left a series of raised scars.
Old Pav was not satisfied with the recovery effect of the medicine, so he readjusted the formula, grabbed his unconscious son's mouth, and drank the medicine.
Then, continue to cause more damage, continuing the cycle of damage and recovery.
The Elephant Man boy's eyes were slightly open, with tears streaming down his face. The analgesic effect of the medicine had long since worn off, and every cut on his body was painful.
When the medicine was administered for the third time, the Elephant Man boy suddenly felt nauseous and began to vomit non-stop, even vomiting out the anesthetic in his stomach.
"Drink!? Why don't you drink anymore?!------Disobedient damn boy!" The father forced his son to drink more medicine. His drug test was far from over.
The Elephant Man boy gritted his teeth, but in the end his molars were broken and he was forced to open his mouth.
A funnel was placed in his mouth, and the medicine was poured directly into his throat from the funnel.
After the incident, his father had not yet abdicated his hatred. He held a knife in one hand, opened his son's mouth with the other, and picked up the tongue in his mouth: "This is a small punishment."
------Anyway, it will regenerate immediately, right?
The pain on the tip of little Pafu's tongue stayed at that moment forever.
------What makes us so miserable?
Is it the hard life that turns people into beasts?
Or is it that there is a ferocious beast living in a person's heart, and if you give him an excuse, he will let the beast out of its cage?
------What makes us lose the qualification to become [human beings] and become creatures imprisoned in the darkness?
Pafu, the Elephant Herbalist, got up from the bed, sweating profusely because of his nightmare. He felt a bloody smell in his mouth, which was because he accidentally bit his tongue while having a nightmare.
It's incredible. It's my own tongue, but it doesn't hurt anymore.
He got up in the dark, took some herbs and put them in his mouth, then rinsed his mouth with water.
He looked at the two foreign teenagers sleeping on the floor in the bedroom*.
(*Note: People don’t have beds, so they make bunks on the floor.)
He is not much older than the two alien teenagers, but he has experienced much more [hell] and much worse than the two teenagers. This makes Pafo the Elephant Man look a little older.
He hates the outside world and even hates communicating with the outside world. Even his speech is brief, reserved and indifferent, and he doesn't care whether others understand or not.
There is no hope in this world at all. The world is dark. The elephant people are like this, the tiger people are like this, the fox people are like this, the leopard people are like this, and even humans are like this.
Boy, what are you expecting so optimistically? Pavor looked at the sleeping Bediwell.
------The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.