The eight-year-old dog-man boy is not illiterate. According to common sense, he can still easily understand this little word.
However, the words on the signboard are in italics and are very difficult to read in cursive calligraphy. The black wooden board signboard is inlaid with pure gold calligraphy in metal, which looks very gorgeous, but it is difficult to recognize to the extreme.
The owner of this store doesn't seem to care at all whether customers can recognize the large golden characters on the sign, as long as it looks good.
Hal also looked at the facade of the coffee shop. It was very different from ordinary coffee shops--how should I put it? According to the childish and primitive understanding of the seven-year-old Leopard Man boy, the facade of this coffee shop exuded
It has an elegant yet dark and eerie feeling.
It seems to be a different world inside, where only aliens who should not exist in the world gather here.
"Let's go." King Arthur smiled, "But before going in--"
He took out a black iron-colored mask and put it on, and at the same time handed two other small masks to the two orc teenagers.
The mask King Arthur wore was the gorgeous mask used in masquerades. It covered half of the king's face, leaving only the part below the nose.
The two teenagers also put on masks, but unexpectedly found that their masks were very cartoony and funny. The puppy mask worn by Hal and the kitten mask worn by Husky seemed to have reversed their identities.
"What kind of meow is this?" Hal looked at his friend's funny face and asked with great difficulty holding back his laughter.
"It's just a rule before entering the store." King Arthur showed a sly smile under the mask, "I should have asked you to change into more [orthodox] clothes. But, let's do this for now."
"Huh?" Hal shrugged, expressing confusion.
"Hey, Husky understands, this is like dressing up for Halloween." The dog man boy accepted it quickly. He has been living in Britannia for several years, and Hal, who grew up in the Turkic Swamp,
Compared with others, it is easier to accept these strange things in civilized society.
"That's right, it's like Halloween." Arthur nodded again with a smile, led the two teenagers, opened the door and walked into the store.
"Welcome!" A girl with black ears and a fantastic black maid outfit came up to greet the guest.
As soon as she saw that the visitor was King Arthur, her face immediately showed respect and intimacy. She bowed gently and said, "Long time no see, [Purgatory Lord]. What kind of wind brings you here?"
"Cough---" Husky almost choked to death on the saliva he swallowed hastily. He confirmed in a low voice to the friend next to him: "What did she just... call Uncle Arthur!?"
"
"It seems to be...[Purgatory Monarch] Meow." Hal also broke out in a cold sweat. Such a high-end, grand, post-modern title, full of post-modern fantasy, these children who have never seen the world can't understand it at all.
"Huhu." Arthur gently patted the heads of the two teenagers to make them stop complaining, and then smiled at the girl: "Charlotte... Black Cat, I specially brought the children here this time.
Taste your dark ingredients... er, Gothic cuisine. Don't you welcome me?"
"Where is it! It's an honor for us that His Majesty is willing to come to our store." The girl named Black Cat quickly echoed: "Please come over here, His Majesty's VIP seat is always vacant for you."
Then she couldn't help but look at the leopard boy Hal, with a blush on her face: "Oh my God! This child is the black panther child you mentioned before? So cute!"
"...Yes, this is my nephew, [Night Shadow Black Panther]." King Arthur said an astonishing statement unscrupulously.
"Ah, Uncle Arthur, what did you call Hal just now?!" The Leopard Man boy exclaimed, not expecting such a post(mourning) modern(heart)(psychic)(disease) strange(mad) fantasy style of title.
It will also fall on you------and it is a particularly scary title.
"You are [Night Shadow Black Panther]," Arthur patted Hal's head. Then he looked at Husky's dog head and was stunned for a long time: "And you are... [Moon Shadow Hound]. Well, that's it.
Let’s settle it like this.”
"Uncle Arthur's taste in naming is terrible." Husky also became depressed. Compared with Hal's shock, the dog boy showed more dissatisfaction.
"No! This is the rule in their store. Anyone who comes to dine in the store cannot call them by their names, nor can they show their true colors. Do you think the name I temporarily thought of for you is not elegant enough, so why don't you come up with one yourself?
"
"Uh---" Huskey was speechless for a while after being yelled by the King of Knights. It should be said that he could come up with such a (wonderful) modern (pai) generation (get) strange (scare) fantasy (person) without blushing and out of breath.
The name of the style does require courage.
"Huhu, stop talking, come and sit down." Arthur walked to a particularly dark corner of the coffee shop and waved to the two teenagers to come over.
"Um...can you let Hal Meow go ---" the leopard man boy said helplessly. At that time, he was being held by the girl named Black Cat's face ------ Black Cat's two slender hands.
He kept rubbing the leopard boy's cat face and had a great time.
"Hehehe, just play with it a little longer, just a little more." Black Cat sneered: "Oh my God, it's so soft and fluffy, like a kitten's face."
"Ha...Hal is indeed a cat---"
"Wow, ah, ah, ah, this kid is so cute!" Black Cat simply hugged the leopard man boy, "The last sound of the words still contains the word [meow]!"
Husky looked helpless for a while. It’s true that everyone has his own preferences. Calvin, the little fishman prince, liked dog tails, so he kept pestering Husky. And the black cat lady also liked cats, so she pestered Hal.
, treating the Leopard Man boy as a stuffed toy. Why does he keep encountering so many weird people recently?
"Woooo! Just (save), Jiu (save) meow (life) meow!" Hal made a vague cry for help, his face was buried in the black cat's big chest, and he almost suffocated.
At the same time, the smile on Husky's face disappeared, replaced by a pensive seriousness.
There was a certain smell in this store that attracted the attention of the dog boy.
The smell is still very new, probably from two or three days ago.
Werewolf scent.
...seems to be his dad's scent.
But how is this possible? His father should be far away in the snowy fields of Western Siberia, so how could he appear in Great Britain and happen to be in such a strange cafe?
Husky shook his head, deliberately ignoring the smell, treating it all as an illusion caused by missing his dad too much, and walked towards his seat disapprovingly.
At the same time, on the East African Plateau, at the foot of Mount Gilimanjaro.
Albert, a young tiger man, opened his eyes and found that there was a hanging needle inserted in his arm, and the clear yellowish liquid in a bottle was flowing into Albert along a long tube.
in the arms.
There was nothing special about that thing. It was just a bottle of physiological saline with maybe a small amount of anti-inflammatory drugs or nutritional supplements mixed into it.
"Huh?" Tiger slowly got up, only to feel confused. His consciousness was still in a fuzzy state, and he could not recall what had happened before.
Albert would have been very surprised if he had known that he had almost died. But he had no idea, and could not have known, the series of dangerous things that happened on the spacecraft after he fainted.
It was even more impossible for him to know that when everyone was about to give up on him, it was Bedivere who never gave up and risked his life to protect the tiger.
"Oh, Al! Are you awake?" The werewolf Bedivere, who was dozing slightly by the bedside, was awakened by the tiger's movement. He glanced at the tiger, surprised and happy: "How is it? My body still hurts.
? Feeling better?"
"I don't know..." Albert still felt confused: "What happened? Where am I? What happened to the exam?"
Another person who had been waiting for a long time, the elf girl Chanel, couldn't help but replied: "You are fine. You are just---"
"Shh!" Bedivere interrupted Chanel's words, and continued: "You just had a cold, and you were accidentally knocked unconscious by Chanel's punch. Hahahaha, Chanel, you are the same, what's wrong with you?
Regardless of the importance? Hahahahaha---"
"Oh...I'm sorry, hahahaha---" The elf girl apologized and cooperated with the werewolf youth in acting. Even a blind man could easily see through the two's terrible acting skills.
But Albert's IQ was not fully online yet, and he was so confused that he actually believed it: "Okay... But, the exam, what happened to the exam?"
He devoted his limited energy to observing the surrounding environment and found that he was in a tent, the kind used by the army, made of metal brackets and thick canvas.
"Don't worry, we have arrived at Mount Gilimanjaro, and the first stage of the exam has been successfully passed." The werewolf whispered to comfort the tiger, "There is still some time before the next stage of the exam, you can rest assured."
, take good care of your body and then talk about it."
"Uh...Okay." Albert felt very unhappy that he had passed the exam without knowing it, but he didn't say anything. According to his logic, he was knocked unconscious by Chanel's inexplicable punch.
, of course they must take responsibility and deliver the fainted tiger to its destination.
"Then," Chanel shook her head and said goodbye: "Now that he has woken up and we have arrived at our destination, my cooperative relationship with you ends here, and we no longer have any entanglements with each other. I have suffered from you along the way.
Thank you very much for your care."
"Where. We should thank you, Miss Chanel." Bedivere also said politely: "I wish you safety and success in the next exam."
"Huh, how can there be any [safe and smooth]? This is the trial of the Knights of the Round Table. It is common sense that there are difficulties and obstacles along the way." Chanel shrugged: "If we are destined (Kama), we will meet again