"Quig," considering the seriousness of the problem, the tiger man couldn't help but sigh: "I regretted it. I won't take you to the memorial service, okay? What about a compromise plan? For example, let you stay away from me through live television.
How about seeing his face from a distance?"
"I want to see my father in person." Queeg was very stubborn: "If this is the last time."
"Eh~~~ I knew you would say that." The tiger man's young man had a long face and turned to Mutt for help: "Mutt, you have a good relationship with Captain Shiloma. Maybe you can use your relationship to attend the memorial service.
Before we start, let's go backstage to pay our respects to our father's body. It's just to confirm his identity. It won't take long. If we're backstage, no matter whether Queeg is crying or laughing next, at least he won't miss it."
"I'm not sure this is a good idea." The cat boy looked confused: "I can ask Captain Hiloma to explain the whole matter clearly and let him arrange it. But I don't guarantee that he will agree. Old
Dad's coffin is not accessible to anyone at will. Otherwise, if everyone wants to come in advance to pay respects to the remains, wouldn't it be a kind of blasphemy to the deceased? Unless ------"
"unless......?"
Mutt changed the subject: "For example, if the immediate relatives want to see dad before the memorial service, I think Captain Shiloma and the others can always arrange it."
"Ah, I understand, go and ask Uncle Palamedes, meow." Albert immediately understood the cat boy's intention: "When I let Uncle Palamedes and his family meet dad early, by the way,
Just take Queeg there, right?"
"That should be the truth," Mutt nodded helplessly: "As long as they are willing to do so."
"No matter what," there was not much time left before the memorial service officially started. Albert quickly called and tried to contact Palamedes.
"Okay," a few minutes later, after a series of brief explanations from Albert, Palamedes agreed readily: "We have just arrived at the rooftop of the Cairo Hotel and are also planning to go to the memorial service.
Where are the staff? Come and meet you right away."
"This, this meow is just...?" Even Albert felt that the other party was incredibly happy.
"Well, it's a good thing that someone cares so much about daddy, right?" Palamedes replied: "Compared to me, I only met daddy a few times, but there isn't much bond between us.
For [relatives], wouldn't it be better to have someone who really cares about him go see him for the last time? So don't worry about it, just bring that friend over. It's just a meeting with Dad Sphinx, it's no big deal
of."
"Did you hear that?" Albert put down the phone. Just now, Albert specifically turned up the volume on the phone. With the keen hearing of the leopard man young man, there is no reason why he couldn't hear it.
"He is a good man." The young leopard man replied.
"Haha...your evaluation is really straightforward." A drop of sweat broke out on Albert's forehead.
Mutt didn't speak, looking at the phone in Albert's hand with a sad look on his face, as if he could stare at Palamedes on the other end of the phone. He also knew clearly that Palamedes couldn't do anything to Albert.
What kind of feelings does Father Finks have? But when Uncle Leopard Man expressed it so frankly on the phone, the Cat Man boy still felt very hurt.
It didn't take them long to meet up with Palamedes and his party.
"Uh." When Queeg saw the Palamedes family, he suddenly showed a look of astonishment.
"What's wrong?" Paramedis looked at the strange young leopard man and asked.
"It's nothing..." Queeg turned his face away uncomfortably, avoiding Palamedes' gaze.
"I heard that you are quite busy." Bedivere also said to Albert, with a slightly reproachful tone. He had heard about the "good things" that Albert had done from the Knights of Great Britain.
"Although I only heard a general outline, I don't know the full picture. The leopard with weird patterns next to the tiger is probably one of the orcs rescued from some Green Medicine Research Laboratory.
"Haha." Albert said perfunctorily with a wry smile, without answering Bedivere's question directly.
"So," Palamedes continued, "my three sons and I are going to the room where dad's coffin is, and Queeg is coming too, right? Is there anyone else coming?"
"Mut...?" the tiger man asked.
"No, I'd better formally see my father for the last time at the memorial service." Mutt said in a low voice: "I'm not his blood relative, so I don't have the right to see him in advance..."
"If that's what you think, that's fine." After Palamedes finished speaking, he led the other four leopards to the backstage of the mourning hall.
"There is still some time before the memorial service starts, let's find a place to rest." Bediwell then suggested: "The memorial service may last for a long time, and it may require standing for a long time."
"Well," the tiger man youth had no objection: "I even want to eat something to fill my stomach first. It would be the most rude thing to make a sound when you are hungry at the memorial service."
"Indeed." Bedivere said with a wry smile. Fortunately, Dad's memorial service was held in a large auditorium on the top floor of the hotel. On the next floor, there was a revolving restaurant on the rooftop of the hotel, and the restaurant was still open at this time. As a hotel
It is not difficult for the guests of Bediville and others to go to the revolving restaurant to get some food, and to pay, they only need to swipe the hotel key card. No matter how expensive the food in the revolving restaurant is, they can now afford it.
Seeing Albert and Bedivere sitting so harmoniously at the same table drinking afternoon tea, the cat boy couldn't help but pouted.
"What's wrong? The food doesn't taste good, you can't eat it?" Albert glanced at Mutt.
"No." The cat boy replied perfunctorily. What he was really unhappy about was something else.
"So I heard that you almost died." He simply ignored Mutt's matter, and Albert turned to ask Bedivere: "Are you okay? How serious are your injuries? Do you need to be so desperate to defeat Moby Dick?"
"
"The situation at that time was quite special." The werewolf youth took a sip of milk tea. The fragrant black tea and fresh milk were mixed in an extremely perfect ratio. Not only did they not cover up each other's aroma, but they brought out each other's beauty. "I had no choice.
If Moby Dick is not lured away, it will attack other unconscious crew members. It was really dangerous to be chased by Moby Dick at that time. I almost thought I was going to die. Fortunately, someone came to save me in the end."
"who?"
"Well... I can't say." The werewolf young man kept the agreement with his (future) son and decided to keep this matter as an absolute secret. "In any case, he was saved. But Moby.
Dick is actually not dead, at least not completely. It is probably still wandering in the depths of the Sahara."
"So the mission is considered a failure?"
"Not exactly. The mission turned the current Moby Dick into the last Moby Dick in the world. After it dies, there will never be a new Moby Dick - the one from the abyss.
Agent. And the last remaining one, Moby Dick, must have learned his lesson and not dare to attack ships passing by the sand sea again, right? After all, it only has one life left. So, I think the mission is considered a success.
Bar?"
"Hahaha------" Albert also took a bite of the sandwich and put it down his throat along with the black tea, "You guys really did something earth-shattering this time. I actually missed this good show. It's a pity.
."
"It's not a pity. Didn't you also save many people?" Bedivere also replied politely: "You actually broke into such a research institute and rescued the kidnapped people. You also did an earth-shattering thing.
Well, it’s just that you don’t have this consciousness.”
What on earth are these two guys doing? Mutt watched silently, feeling a sense of disobedience. Albert and Bedivere were flattering each other, and then smiled falsely, so alienated that they didn't look like they had known each other for a long time.
Friends. Just seeing these two people laughing made Mutt feel like his hair was about to stand on end.
"It's a pity that Chanel couldn't be saved." Albert continued.
"It's the same here, but it's a pity that we couldn't kill Moby Dick to avoid future troubles." Bedivere also said.
"Hey, hey, have you had enough?" The cat boy finally couldn't help but interrupt: "If we continue talking awkwardly like this, I will get goosebumps all over my body."
Albert and Bedivere cast both hot and cold glances at Mutt at the same time.
"I'm going outside to get some fresh air." The cat boy rolled his eyes at the two people and walked out of the revolving restaurant as if he was running away.
"What happened to that child?" Bedivere looked at Mutt's back and asked.
"Don't worry about him. I mentioned before that when Chanel was taken away, the guy even gloated about his misfortune. What a heartless little bastard." Albert was even a little angry when he talked about this, "In comparison, I'm just
I just left him hanging in the hotel room for a few hours, how could this kid be so vicious?"
Bedivere frowned and wanted to tell Albert, "You are indeed a bit too much." But he thought that the tiger man youth who had just lost Chanel was obviously in a state of distraught, so he stopped stimulating him.
"Let's not talk about that," Albert said again, "I do have something to ask you. In the worst case scenario, I hope your sand ship Dawn can take in one, no, two people."
"Oh?" The werewolf young man's ears twitched.
at the same time.
It was clearly in the evening, but the crowd on the roof of the hotel was very sparse. The tourists who usually gathered in front of the guardrail to enjoy the unparalleled view of the Mediterranean Sea had almost disappeared. Maybe it was because the memorial service for Father Sphinx was held very quickly.
At the beginning of the meeting, the hotel staff prevented people waiting near the top floor because they had cleared the place beforehand. There were fewer people and there were still people at the observation deck on the top of the building --- to be more precise, there was only one blond man there.
The figure of the lion boy.
"Hey, little kitten." Seeing Mutt appear, the golden lion Leoport waved and smiled from a distance.