"General Cernas." Gaia Knight Kador stood up and saluted, and at the same time took off his cloak and put it on the werewolf boy, "Don't be surprised, this kid is not sensible yet."
Bedi protested loudly: "Why are you so ignorant! Why do you treat my friend Albert like this?! Release him from prison!"
"I'm sorry, we can't do it. The power hidden in this Hungarian is too dangerous." Sernas looked arrogant and didn't take Bedivere seriously at all.
The werewolf boy said angrily: "Oh, the power hidden in my body is also very dangerous. After all, I am also a Hungarian. Do you want to put me in a cage too?"
"If you think about it more deeply, that's indeed a very good suggestion." Sernas said, stroking his mustache.
"Ouch!" Bedivere bared his teeth in anger. If it hadn't been for Kador's sudden pull, the werewolf boy might have pounced on Sernas and bit him.
"Haha. Take care of your dogs, knights of Pantorakon. I don't want it to cause any trouble in the city." Cernas stared at Kador and said, and at the same time glanced at Albert:
"As for him, I will send someone to clean him later. Everything on him must be stripped clean to prevent him from hiding weapons somewhere."
"What? How dare you!?" Bedivere became even more angry, "What do you think Al is? A beast? Prepare him a set of clothes to keep out the cold, do you understand?!"
"Oh, I originally planned to do this. But it seems that you Hungarians have the habit of running naked." Sernas looked at Bediwell sarcastically, "Let you carry forward this great national spirit."
Bar."
"Ouch! Ouch!" The werewolf boy was really angry this time, and he rushed towards General Sernas.
Bump! A heavy punch hit Bedivere firmly in the stomach. The werewolf boy felt dizzy and fainted as soon as his vision went dark.
"I'm sorry, General Sernas." Grand Duke Hall picked up Bedivere, "This child is really ignorant. Don't argue with a child."
"Hmph, if you Pantorakon knights can manage internal discipline well, I don't have to worry about these small things at all." Sirnas put away the half-sheathed sword, "Grand Duke Hall, you brought it this morning
How many of the thousand soldiers who went out have returned? I will report the heavy casualties today to His Majesty the Emperor in detail."
"It's up to you." Hall replied coldly, watching Sernas move away from here.
"Alas." Hall asked Bedi to sit down on the bench and cast a magic to wake up the werewolf boy: "What are you thinking about, young man? You actually provoke Sernas?! Do you really want to die?"
?!"
Only then did Bediwell come back to his senses and saw Hall questioning him, knowing that it was Hall who had just knocked him unconscious. If not, Bediwell might have become the soul of General Sernas.
"But,..." the werewolf boy said, feeling a dull pain in his stomach, "then...that bastard wants to take off Al's clothes..."
"I'm fine, Bedi, really." Albert whispered, "You don't have to worry about me. Just save Deanna from here. She is the key to peace talks between the Leopards and humans, right?"
"The leopard girl is very good." Before Bedi could answer, Grand Duke Hall rushed to say, "She has woken up and will be able to get off the ship in two days. Once it is proven that she is not a threat to humans, we will
I will find a way to get her back to the territory of the Grik tribe."
"That's what you said, old man!" Albert stared at Hall with his big ice-blue eyes: "You must keep your promise."
"Definitely." Hall said, winking at Cador, and at the same time pulling the limp Bediwell away.
Late at night, the medical room of the [Silver Shadow] spaceship.
The leopard warrior Paramedis looked at his sleeping sons through the glass of the survival cabin. His eyes were full of sadness and anger.
Vivian tried to comfort her husband: "Don't be like this, Parami. We will find a way to save the children. Even if we try all methods and still can't, I can still--"
"No, you can't!" Palamedes categorically objected, "If you turn them into the Green Knight, they will be dead. They are still young and should have children and start a family when they grow up.
How could you become an immortal monster like me who can’t have children------"
The woman's face darkened: "You are not a monster. You are ------"
"The walking dead, yes." Palamedes interrupted.
Vivian stopped talking.
What is life and death actually about? What is life, and what should be used to define the standard of this [living]? This is a question that no one can answer.
He is still minding it. He is still unable to fully accept his heterogeneous existence. He is alive, but he does not think that he is truly alive.
And his wife can do nothing but respond with silence. The Leopard Man needs time to accept the current [himself], and his confusion can only be solved by himself. No matter what others say or do, it will not matter.
it can not be helped.
"Leave me alone." Palamedes ordered in a low voice.
Vivian nodded and left the medical room.
The Leopard Man pressed his hand tightly on the glass panel of the survival cabin, and a cold feeling spread from Palamedes' palm on the glass throughout his body.
He kept blaming himself for his stupidity, cursing in his heart that he should not have given the children to people who were not worthy of trust in the first place.
But he also knew that there was no other choice at all, and all of this was force majeure------which also made him feel even more guilty for his own powerlessness.
Just when Palamedes was in a trance and at a loss, a voice sounded from behind him: "I'm sorry about all this------"
Palamedes recognized the voice of the man speaking behind him. He pressed his hand tightly on the handle of the dagger at his waist, almost wanting to kill the man: "I said, don't appear in front of me again, Aggar."
Si. Do you really want to die that much?"
"Calm down first and listen to what I have to say." Argus took a few steps back and spoke in a calm tone, fearing to irritate Palamedes: "If I tell you, there may be another way.
Can the plague be cured?"
"Oh?" Parami snorted doubtfully, assuming a "let's just listen" attitude.
"Have you heard of the legend of [Datura grass]?" Argus suddenly asked.
"Are you talking about [human-faced grass]?"
Datura grass looks like a radish, and usually only the branches and leaves are exposed on the surface. However, once someone pulls its roots out of the soil, they will see a face that looks like a real person.
Make human expressions (and usually scary ones).
The biggest problem is that its screams can make all creatures within ten yards bleed to death, and it will take this opportunity to escape.
It is a magical herb between living things and plants, although it is just a legend.
Paramedis snorted disdainfully: "Indeed, it is said that datura can cure all diseases...but that is just a legend after all. Does such a thing really exist? Even if it exists, what's the point?
Where should I go to find it?"
"It's not just a legend. I saw it once when I was young, in the Everglades." Argus said with certainty. "Although its screams couldn't kill me, it made me comatose for a long time.
When I woke up, it had already escaped. That thing must be Datura grass, all we need is better soundproofing equipment to catch it------"
"What you are saying are all lies, do you know that?" Palamedes said disdainfully. The previous events made Palamedes unable to believe Argus anymore. In his opinion, what Argus said
Everything is nonsense, empty and lacking in basis.
"Listen, I want to save those who are suffering from the plague as much as you do. This is not just a matter of your sons." Argus crossed his arms, showing an attitude of being unwilling to compromise, "I will do it tomorrow."
Let’s set out for the Everglades, whether you come to help or not. If you don’t come, the datura we find will not be distributed to you. I can use it to save more tribesmen.”
Palamedes' whole body trembled.
"You don't have a better way to save your children, right? In that case, there's nothing to worry about. You can only try your luck with this method, right?"
Although he was very reluctant, Palamedes had to admit that Argus's statement was right.
"When will you set off tomorrow?" Black Panther asked in a low voice.
"The sooner the better, set off early in the morning. I hope you can give me a ride." Argus replied without emotion, "By the way, I am very grateful to you for bringing Bugs back. I also
I thought he died like this------When are you going to unfreeze him from the ice?"
"It's still possible that he could be manipulated by Morgoth. Let's wait until Vivian completely removes the [Blood of Chaos] from his body." Palamedes replied casually.