"Hiccup!" Palamedes hiccupped, holding on to the wall and slowly groping back to his room. In fact, he and Philaeos didn't spend long drinking and eating, because he had a schedule tomorrow, and he had already
I tried my best to control the amount of food and drink, and returned to the hotel when I was full.
"Wow!" Albert had just finished taking a bath to get rid of the smell of alcohol on his body. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw a drunk cat wandering around. He couldn't help being startled: "Uncle Paramedes
,Did you go to drink?"
That was knowingly asking. Albert and Saifer went to drink (flower) wine, and met Chanel by chance, and Tiger was "held hostage" by Chanel. By chance, he overheard the conversation between Palamedes and
The conversation between Phileos. Of course, all this cannot be known to the leopard warriors. The tiger must pretend not to know and use his acting skills to deceive Palamedes so that the leopard warriors can take him to see the Sphinx tomorrow.
Daddy kes.
It was not because of any righteousness or to help Chanel. Tiger was just out of curiosity, wanting to know what the Sphinx father was capable of and how dared to secretly launch a coup. In addition, Albert
There is another purpose for meeting the Sphinx - a secret that cannot be revealed for the time being.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" Paramedes sat on the sofa with the support of Tiger, "Uncle, I am so happy today! I can see my long-lost brother again, and he is doing well!"
"Well, that's good. I'll get you a cup of hot water." Albert pretended to pour tea as if nothing had happened.
"Huh? This smell is..." Paramedis sniffed, and the half-drunk Leopard Warrior had an extremely sensitive sense of smell.
After he confirmed the source of the smell, he immediately laughed mischievously: "Hey hey hey hey... Little tiger, you are so bad! You were messing around outside while uncle was not around!"
"Uh!" After Albert returned to the hotel, he had already taken a shower and changed clothes, and had processed all the "criminal evidence". Unexpectedly, the crime was still discovered. He couldn't help but trembled: "Uncle, can you?
smell?"
"Huh, of course you can smell it," Palamedes took off his tie, picked up the cup and took a sip of hot water: "I know you want money to go out to eat, and it's definitely not as simple as eating."
He subconsciously covered his nose again: "Oh my god, this smell...when you went out to do [that kind of thing], did you take safety measures?"
Albert's face turned red: "No!...Uh, I mean, I didn't do what you thought!"
"Really?" Palamedes looked at Albert with doubtful eyes: "But the smell faintly coming from your body is obviously ------"
"That was just an accident!" Albert's face turned red: "It was really just an accident!!"
"Huhu, okay." The Leopard Man warrior sneered and put a towel soaked in hot water on his forehead.
"Uncle, you are so scary, even I know if I have missed it..." Albert muttered as he walked to the bathroom, intending to take another bath to completely wash away the strange smell from his body.
"What did you just say? I was obviously talking about the smell of perfume on your body." Palamedes glanced at Albert.
"Uh!" Tiger retreated into the bathroom: "That's enough! Spare me!"
"Hurry up and wash up!" Palamedes suppressed his laughter and urged the tiger man youth in the bathroom: "After you finish washing, uncle still has to use the bathroom!"
Tiger turned on the faucet dejectedly and began to apply shower gel on his body carefully, hoping to wash away the smell on his body - especially "that" smell.
Ding dong!---About five minutes later, a bell sounded outside the bathroom. Someone was ringing the doorbell of the guest room.
Ding dong. The doorbell continued to ring, but no one came in or opened the door.
"Uncle?" Albert shouted: "Uncle, are you still meowing? Go and open the door!"
Palamedes did not respond.
Ding dong. The doorbell was still ringing. The person outside seemed to know from the movement inside that there was someone in the house, so they did not retreat despite the difficulties and continued to press the doorbell relentlessly.
"Is it Beidi? Let's talk about what happened tomorrow!" Albert was too lazy to take care of it and continued to take a comfortable hot bath. Basically, the only person who would come to Albert and the others at this time was Beidi.
Deville and the others are ignorant guys--just ignore them.
Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. But the stubborn guy outside the door kept pressing the door. Paramedis didn’t know what he was doing and kept answering the door!
Albert was so annoyed by what he heard that veins appeared on his forehead, and he shouted from the bathroom: "Okay! Wait a minute!!"
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Amidst the annoying ringing sound like a reminder, Albert hurriedly dried himself, put on a bathrobe and ran out the door: "You nuisance! Mr.
How many times will you press it and you will die?!"
When he opened the door of the hotel angrily and cursed at "Bedivere" outside the door, what he saw in front of him was another person. A mysterious man wearing a black robe and a half-covered mask.
However, this so-called "mysterious man" was not mysterious. Albert instantly recognized who the man was from the lower half of his face.
"It's you." Tiger said with a long face: "What are you doing here?"
"Don't you welcome me?" Arthur sneered: "Well, I'm not here for you, I'm here for Palamedes. Let me in."
"Well...as you wish." Albert did not stop the King of Knights and allowed Arthur to walk into this messy room that smelled of alcohol. He had just hurried out of the bathroom to answer the door and had no time to check.
Paramedis' condition, when he followed Arthur into the living room, he discovered that the leopard man warrior was stripping down to only a pair of underwear and lying on the ground sleeping. There was already a large pool of blood on the floor where he was.
Rainbow colored mosaic of objects.
"Wow." The tiger couldn't help but cover his nose sadly. The smell was really smoky.
"This guy can also get drunk?" King Arthur acted very calmly. While kicking the drunken leopard man, he asked the tiger: "What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything!" Albert looked innocent: "He met his long-lost brother and drank outside. After drinking, he came back so drunk."
Arthur looked at the disheveled tiger who just ran out of the bathroom wearing only a thin bathrobe: "Really?"
"Ouch...really!" Albert wrapped his bathrobe tighter and said angrily: "I don't have the kind of hobbies you imagine, you pervert!"
"But you have a strange smell." Arthur looked at the tiger coldly.
Albert blushed: "That was with Chanel before... Uh! Don't mind my personal affairs!!"
"**." The King of Knights' icy eyes shot out from under the mask, piercing straight towards Albert like the edge of a sword. The tiger looked at it with a chill from head to tail: "Anyway... let's deal with this one first."
Come on, big cat. I'll help him wash him off, and you can get out of this puddle of... stuff on the ground."
Albert naturally protested: "You want me to clean up this mess!? Why can't Meow do the other way around!"
"So, you want to help this drunk uncle take a bath?" Arthur asked back.
"...Okay, I'll just clean it." Albert suddenly felt like he had lost.
"Well... Philaeos..." Ten minutes later, the drunken Palamedes was placed on the bed, talking in his sleep and rolling back and forth.
"Well." Arthur opened all the windows in the room to let the smoky smell in the guest room dissipate as much as possible, and then he found a chair and sat down: "It seems that it is impossible to interview Palamedes tonight.
Things have happened. Although the order is a bit wrong, let me talk to you first."
"Talk? What is there to talk about?" Albert endured the huge nausea and cleaned up the vomit of Palamedes. Only then did he take a breath and sit down by the bed:
"I have nothing to say to you."
He and Arthur were simply incompatible, and both of them had long faces at the same time when they met. That's right, he was almost killed by the King of Knights seven years ago, and the Dark God Albert and King Arthur met in front of the Wall of the World.
The final battle is still vivid in my mind to this day. Regardless of who is right or wrong, Albert's hatred of King Arthur cannot be easily changed.
"If possible, I don't want to see you again." King Arthur also disliked the tiger, or he was still wary of the tiger, fearing that one day Albert would become the God of Darkness again: "
But, this is official business, let’s just talk.”
"Official business?" Tiger narrowed his eyes. He seemed to know the purpose of the King of Knights' trip.
"[Knights of the Round Table Mutual Aid Program], you should have heard of it, right?" Sure enough, King Arthur brought this matter up and talked about it: "Every year at this stage of the exam, I will conduct a private interview with every qualified candidate to listen to their opinions.
Wish. If you really become a Knight of the Round Table in the future, I will be well prepared to help you realize your wish."
"I've heard about this too." Albert pretended to understand: "So, are you here to listen to my wish?"
In fact, Tiger only heard about this from Chanel a few days ago. Before that, he didn't even know about the [mutual aid plan] and participated in the round table trial.
"Yes. Even though you are a person like you ---" Arthur glanced at Tiger with disdain in his eyes: "But you still tell me your wish."
"You can wish for anything?" Albert wiped his head with the towel hanging on his shoulder and dried the hair that was still wet.
"You can have any wish, but it doesn't hurt to say it."
"Well...if I become a Knight of the Round Table, I hope you will use the power of the Knights of the Round Table to carry out a major cleansing of the Dawn Region, wipe out all dangerous monsters in the wilderness, and give the orcs a safe place to live."
"Yes. Yes." Arthur thought for a moment: "Although it is more troublesome, it is indeed possible."
The tiger was stunned for a moment.
"Is this your wish?" After observing the change in Albert's expression, Arthur immediately stood up and prepared to leave, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment longer: "Goodbye then, you hypocritical guy."
"What did you say, meow?" The last words of the King of Knights aroused Albert's dissatisfaction: "What did you say just now, meow?"
"I said you are a hypocritical guy. Is that right?" Arthur sneered at Tiger: "The wish you mentioned is not the wish you really want. In fact, you don't have any wish to achieve at all, just
You randomly find yourself an excuse to move on. You say you want it, but in fact you lack nothing; you say you care, but in fact you don’t care about anything. I can already foresee your ending---
A guy like you who lacks motivation will never be able to become a Knight of the Round Table."
"I didn't..."
"Then, don't beat around the bush and tell me!" Arthur stared at Albert and asked sternly: "What is it that you really want?"
Albert widened his ice-blue cat eyes and fell into silence for a while.