"That's...?" Looking at the wonderful warm white light in the sky in the distance, Mutt couldn't help asking curiously.
"That? That is the [Guardian Tower] of Meowthstone." Albert replied, "You can see the light of the Guardian Tower from here, which means we are not far from Meowthstone."
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"Tower of the Guardian?"
"Well, you know," Tiger then further explained: "The cat people are not a big clan, at most they can only be regarded as a minority among the orcs. The cat people's own fighting ability is not outstanding. If they don't rely on something, they are generally very weak.
It is difficult to survive in the harsh environment of the Dawn Region. If in other places, cat people would still have tiger people or leopard people to rely on, but meow... Melson Stone is the hometown of cat people, and this place is a bit special. ---
---Meerson Stone was originally built around an ancient ruins tower."
"Relics?" Mutt frowned.
"Yes, that Guardian Tower is a relic of the ancient people. Although the origin and purpose of the tower are completely unknown, the light emitted by the white crystal on the top of the tower has the effect of driving away monsters. This allows the cat people to not worry about attacks by monsters.
, can live and work peacefully within the influence of the Guardian Tower."
"Sounds very good." The cat boy sighed: "As a cat person, I don't know anything about this kind of thing."
"If you have been bought into Egypt to be a slave since you were young, it is natural that you don't know these things." Tiger snorted: "Moreover, the effect of the Guardian Tower cannot be replicated. Countless smart scholars have come here before.
I have studied and tried to uncover the principle of white crystal to dispel monsters, but all in vain, and I returned in frustration. If the Guardian Tower can be simply copied, then every village and every city in the Dawn Region will receive strong protection.
We no longer have to worry about attacks from monsters and can live a more stable life."
Mutt didn't reply. At this moment, he was fascinated by the white light from the Guardian Tower in the distance. The warm white light seemed to suck the soul of the cat boy away. It was full of nostalgic atmosphere, but with a deep feeling.
A sea of sadness. It was the first time in his life that Mutt saw such a mysterious and tragic light.
Ten minutes later, the black cavalry parked in front of a large lake on the outskirts of Meyerson Rock. Albert ignored Mutt's objections, walked to the lake, stripped naked, and jumped into the water.
"Woo~" Tiger shuddered, "It's so cold~! Come down quickly and wash yourself, and then put on the ceremony clothes."
"Another cold shower is needed." The cat boy sighed and seemed a little reluctant. However, in fact, he wanted to wash off the dirt on his body immediately before the tiger noticed it. Fortunately, it was already dark, and Mutt
Albert couldn't see clearly the whole process of taking off his clothes and jumping into the water.
"Does your kid have a cold and a fever?" Albert could only see the blush on the cat boy's face through the night: "Please don't get sick and fall down first, there will be a Dark American Football game tomorrow!"
"I will persevere." Mu Te turned around and stirred the cold lake water with his hands to wash away the dirt on his body. The cold made the heat in his body subside, and he felt much more relaxed. From the current moon phase
It was speculated that the time was only about eight o'clock in the evening. After they finished washing, they performed the funeral for Ruf, buried the coffin, and had a whole night to rush back to Cairo. Because Albert couldn't wait and acted in advance, without waiting until late at night.
He just started stealing the body, so things progressed faster and more smoothly than Mutt imagined.
"Okay," Albert climbed out of the lake. He had had enough of the cold lake water, and washing his body was just a formality. "Hurry up and put on your clothes. It's time to start burying Rufu."
"Uh, right here?" Mutt was stunned for a while.
"On the small hill in front." Albert seemed to have already chosen the place to bury his friend. "Rufu had said before that he hoped to be in the place where the breath of the sky grows and the lake can be seen at the same time.
And sleep on the hill where the guardian tower shines."
This turned out to be a funeral that was faithfully carried out in accordance with the will of the cat-man boy Luffy. If the funeral was held by the Warcraft Hunter Organization, these details would not be considered at all, and Luffy's ashes would only be buried in Melson Stone City.
In a cemetery somewhere.
Mutt climbed out of the lake and shook off the cold water from his body. Suddenly, he had this weird thought in his heart. It was great that he and Albert could perform Ruf's funeral.
The next thing was silent and monotonous, just digging a pit, and then Mutt and Albert worked together to lift the heavy coffin into the pit and bury it. If that was all, the funeral should have ended like this.
.
"That's it? Why don't you put up a tombstone or something?" Mutt asked curiously.
"No." Tiger took a sapling from the side and said, "If we set up a tombstone, the hunter organization will definitely find Luffy's grave again. Those unwilling guys will definitely dig up Luffy's body and incinerate it.
Have another funeral, and then take the urn to the city cemetery and bury it. We'd better not let them do something stupid like that. Although we are the only two people in the world who know about this cemetery, but hey, let Ruf be there
Let him sleep quietly in his favorite land."
"If you insist on doing this..." Mutt hummed, without any objection.
He also felt that instead of letting the cat man Rufu be regarded as a warcraft hunter who died heroically and be buried in a place he didn't like and be respected, it would be better for Rufu to be buried in his favorite place as just an ordinary person.
In this place, they sleep quietly. This should be the happiest thing for the deceased.
Of course, when a person dies, he or she is dead. There will no longer be any feelings, nor will there be any joy, anger or joy. Rufu, who has long since fallen asleep, may not even know the difference between being buried by the lake and being buried in the cemetery.
All of these are just behaviors that are meaningful to the living. To put it bluntly, Albert is seeking self-comfort.
"Huh." When the tiger carried the saplings to the tomb of the cat-man boy Rufu and packed everything up, he let out a long sigh: "The things here are finally over. We can also go back to Egypt."
"Then let's go -------" Mutt just turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly found someone's figure shaking behind him: "Who?!"
The figure approached silently, walking quite slowly. After she walked in, Albert and Mutt recognized that she was a woman from the cat tribe under the moonlight.
"Rufu...?" The woman then asked, "Is it really Rufu?"
Albert and Mutt's hearts suddenly became cold. They seemed to have guessed something.
"Are you...?" Mutt agreed in a low voice.
"Silly boy, can't you even recognize your mother?" The woman from the cat tribe walked closer. Only then did Mutt and the others realize that this woman was actually blind. Her legs and feet might not be convenient, so they could only lean on her.
Walking with a cane, walking extremely slowly.
"Don't be embarrassed, my mother's eyesight has declined a lot recently, and she can hardly see the road." The woman said with a wry smile: "Come, let mother take a good look at your face------how much do you have?"
I haven’t seen you in years..."
At this time, the expression of the young cat man was particularly embarrassing. He looked at the young tiger man as if asking for help, hoping that Albert could give him some ideas. The tiger kept winking at Mutt, as if asking Mutt to go over and talk to his "mother"
A few sentences.
"You must be kidding me." The cat boy muttered. He came to Melson Stone just for "sightseeing" and just stopped by, but he had no obligation to pretend to be a dead person.
But the cat-man boy also saw the tiger's unconcealable sadness from Albert's face. Is that right? Ruf's mother didn't seem to know about Ruf's death, nor did she know that her son's body was buried nearby.
The body. Albert and the others originally came here to pay homage to Rouf, and they did not expect to meet the family members of the deceased. If they confessed the truth to Rouf's mother at this time, this would also be a serious matter to Rouf's mother.
It's too cruel.
All in all, Albert just didn't have the courage to tell the truth.
Mutt hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the woman.
"Oh, Luffy." The woman from the cat tribe held the cat boy's face, got very close, and looked at the boy carefully: "You have lost a lot of weight, haven't you eaten well recently? You can't do this.
Ah, didn’t mom always tell you, don’t be picky about food? If you want to become strong, you have to eat more meat.”
Mutt felt embarrassed.
Then unexpectedly, Ruf's mother hugged Mutt.
"Uh------" The cat boy's face turned red. He didn't know what to say for a moment and looked at Albert for help.
"Ah, bad boy! I really scared my mother to death!" The woman hugged the boy she thought was her son tightly and sighed: "When there was a message from the hunter organization that you might be missing, my mother still
I thought something unexpected would happen to you. Did you know? My mother would come to this holy lake every night to pray, hoping that you would come back safely. Sure enough, the god who lives in the lake helped my mother fulfill her wish and brought you back.
Sent back safely. ------Anyway, I wish you came back safely, thank God!"
Albert on the side covered his mouth and tried his best to control his emotions. Fortunately, the woman's eyes were not good enough to see Albert's appearance at this time, otherwise she would probably guess everything.
"By the way, is that your friend? Why hasn't he spoken there all the time?" Rufu's mother asked.
"He... is Mr. Albert, a member of the hunter organization... He is responsible for sending me back this time." Mutt replied in a low voice, trying his best to make up lies.