Perhaps, in the eyes of humans, these orcs are not considered [human beings].
Leopards are just beasts, just lower creatures.
It turns out that this is not chasing a thief, this is hunting.
No! This is not hunting, this is harvesting livestock!
Yes, this was a [bureau] from the beginning. From the very beginning, it was just to [harvest] these leopard men and allow them to steal. Because, the fur obtained from this group of leopard men with special coats had been harvested as early as
It has received good reviews among some human collectors, and each piece of fur is worth a sky-high price.
Whether it is the Romans or the Grik tribe, there seems to be some kind of dirty deal between the two parties, in order to secretly raise and fatten these little bastards who do not care about death, in order to obtain better quality furs.
At that moment, Philaeos, who was on the verge of death, realized the situation. At only thirteen years old, he understood the dangers of the world and knew that he was in danger this time.
Before he was completely dead, the humans couldn't wait to peel off the skin of the leopard boy.
His soft, half-cooked boy's leopard skin was ruthlessly torn off from his body bit by bit by humans. The skin and flesh were torn and dripping with blood, as if they were being burned by fire or like thousands of needles piercing his body.
This is the excruciating pain of being skinned alive. There is no pain in the world that can compare with it.
In severe pain, Philaeos lost consciousness.
His cold body was randomly discarded in the pile of corpses by humans and disposed of as scraps. It was getting late, and the Romans were closing their doors for a rest, preparing to set fire to the pile of corpses tomorrow morning. However, no one expected that he would be skinned and bled.
Philaeos, who was so weak that his life was hanging by a thread, miraculously survived one night.
"Hey, come and see this kid! He's still alive!" The next morning, he was in a daze due to fever and vaguely heard someone shouting.
"Really!...Even the fur has grown, this monster!"
The humans used their dirty hands to stroke the leopard boy's back. New down grew on his back, which was very short and very sensitive. He could feel the blood on those hands.
After learning about the special physique of the leopard man boy, the humans did not kill him, but imprisoned the boy in a cage and transported him to Egypt.
The Egyptians lead the world in surgical skinning technology. They can peel off the fur from animals with minimal damage and minimal pain.
The young leopard man, whose whole body can continuously regenerate, seems to be sent to hell. Every three days, humans will come and cut a knife from the young leopard man, carefully tear it apart, and peel off his newly grown hair.
Down.
Yes, the Egyptians' skinning skills were very good, and they peeled cleanly, minimizing the pain Philaeos felt when he was skinned. But that doesn't mean it wasn't painful. For the Leopard Man boy, being skinned was still a pain.
A heartbreaking pain.
Because of this, during those days, his life was worse than death.
The humans cuffed his hands and feet, treated him like an animal, locked him in a small cell less than ten square feet, and kept him in captivity. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, the humans did not let him eat any food, but gagged his mouth and used
In the form of intravenous drip, various nutritional solutions were infused into his body.
There is absolutely no dignity as a [human], no freedom of movement, and even more heart-rending pain every three days --- Phileos lives like this, unable to survive.
I lived a life without hope for death for three whole years.
When his spirit almost completely collapsed, someone broke this crazy cycle, came to the Leopard Man boy, and extended a warm hand to him.
Those hands were big and warm, but there was blood in their palms. The owner of those hands single-handedly wiped out the organization that abused the young Leopard Man, killing all the Egyptians in the base.
The owner of those hands broke open the door of the cage with force, easily broke the chains on the leopard man's handcuffs and feet, and took the weak boy out.
"Don't be afraid, my child." The man whispered to Philaeos: "From now on, you are free."
"Who is that person!?" Palamedes couldn't wait to interrupt Phileos's memory.
"It's my daddy." Phileos said softly, with pride and gratitude in his tone: "Daddy Sphinx."
Palamedes felt as if he had heard this name somewhere?
"He is also ---" the blue leopard man slowly added: "The richest man in Egypt, the boss of the Cairo Casino...and the leader of the largest mafia in Egypt, the [Blood Lion Party]. His name is
,Sphinx.Leonario."
After hearing these words, Palamedes suddenly had a bad premonition. It turned out that the "dad" Phileos mentioned was the gang boss?
"Then," anyway, Palamedes decided to listen to the words first: "What did you just say? Are you afraid that I will dislike you...because of everything you have done...?"
"Do we still have to mention this after all?" Phileos scratched his head slightly uneasily, poured a whole glass of wine into his stomach, then picked up the bottle and filled a glass: "Yes. If you
As you can see, I am also a man. In the past few decades, I have worked for my father. I have killed people, sold drugs, stolen and abducted, and done every bad thing. If the soul can be dyed black,
I'm afraid my soul is already completely black, right?
I will tell you that in order to survive, it is only natural to do that. But that statement must be an excuse, just an excuse to cover up one's sins. In fact, my life already belongs to Daddy Sphinx.
, in order to help my father achieve hegemony, I will do it no matter how unjust it is in the dirty world. This is the kind of person I am, little Paramy."
After hearing this, Palamedes was stunned for a long time.
The Leopard Warrior took a sip of whiskey, and with the help of his slight drunkenness, he summoned up the courage to express the doubts he had always had in his mind: "...Including buying me off, right?"
Philaeos looked at Palamedes blankly, a strange, distant light flashed in his eyes: "You are so smart, my brother."
Palamedes touched the bottom of the cup and smiled awkwardly: "The slot machines and Keno lottery tickets in the casino are both things that can control the odds. If the casino doesn't let the gamblers win, the gamblers will never win. Those two stinkers
You can't be that lucky and win the jackpot after just one purchase.
In other words, your casino secretly manipulated and deliberately gave us money;
Also, my vigilance is not bad, and ordinary thieves cannot steal money from me. The Egyptian thief who stole money from my pocket must have received very professional training, and he is probably one of the best in your gang.
A master, right?
------In order to arrange for you and me to meet, you really put on a gorgeous show."
At that moment, Phileos's face changed. It was a look that was mixed with surprise, admiration and fear.
But his smile quickly covered up the complicated expression on his face, and he admitted frankly: "Yes, little Paramy. I didn't expect you to become so shrewd when you grow up. I really can't hide anything from you." , my good brother."
"You beat around the bush and did so many little tricks just to take me to see your big boss, Father Sphinx, right?" Paramedis looked at Phileos with an almost questioning look: "And , what you just said------"
"Everything I just said is true." Phileos interrupted hastily, while subconsciously touching his neck: "Three hundred and fifty-seven times. In those three years, it was like being in hell. They skinned me three hundred and fifty-seven times. Even now, every time I touch the scar on my neck, the pain of that time comes back. It would have been a shame if Father Sphinx hadn't come to save me. Know how things will turn out."
"I understand." Palamedes sighed: "I will go with you."
Philaeos did not hear what Palamedes said clearly and continued to persuade: "So, please, just come with me... uh, what?"
"I will go with you to see that Sphinx father." Palamedes repeated: "Although I don't like your roundabout and mysterious approach, after all, that father is the rescuer." The person who killed my brother is also my benefactor. It’s not like he wants me to do anything harmful, so there’s no harm in going to see him.”
"Little Paramedes..." Phileos looked at Paramedes, his expression gradually became cheerful: "Ah hahahahaha! Great! I knew you would say this! This is like my brother , little Paramy!"
He put his arm around his brother: "Come on, drink! Drink as much as you like! I will take you and the children to see Father Sphinx tomorrow. We will eat and drink so much tonight that you will never get home until you are drunk!"
"Oh, the children are going too?" Palamedes was a little unhappy.
"Of course, Dad will be happy to see them! Those two kittens are your sons, right! I can tell at a glance!" Phileos laughed and said, "They look the same as them." Dad is just like when he was young, skinny but hairy!"
"Is this... considered a compliment?" Palamedes was very depressed when he heard this.
Moreover, Phileos seemed to have misunderstood one thing: the two young men who followed Palamedes to the casino today, although Sifer was indeed the son of Palamedes, Albert who was traveling with him was no.
What is the big boss of the casino, Father Sphinx, thinking, and why does he even want to meet the sons of Palamedes?
...Never mind it. The other party doesn't seem to have any ill intentions, and Paramedes and the others are skilled enough to deal with any emergencies. Even if they go to meet the gang boss, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Palamedes thought about it, picked up a huge roasted chicken leg on the table, and put it into his stomach together with the strong wine.