Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1274: Hunting on the Silent Night (17)

Chapter 1274 Hunting Demons in Silent Night (Seventeen)

Faced with Albert's questioning, Castro, the vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association, first smiled, and then suddenly attacked, slamming his palms.

Pop. . ------ With a clear and loud sound, Castro's two big hands tightly clamped Albert's cat face, causing the little tiger to sweat on his forehead.

"Card, Vice President Castro," Albert repeated tremblingly.

"Why did I come to you, you ask me why I came to you." Castro's face was full of anger: "Albert, you are really kind. You don't have to explain a word. You suddenly disappeared and the entire Hunters Association was looking for you like crazy in the wilderness of Eastern Europe for more than a month, but you suddenly appeared on live TV in Egypt, what an international joke."

"Uh..." More cold sweat came out of Albert's forehead, no, probably from his whole body, he felt his underwear was a little wet, and a few liters of sudden gushing Together with the sweat, it was sticky on his fur.

"We thought you were killed by monsters, and thought that even if you couldn't be found, you should at least take your body home for a thick burial." Castro continued, burying Ai Albert's cat rubbed contorted: "You know how worried we are about you,"

"Yes, but------"

"Tell me, you **** little tiger." Castro's eyes spurted out anger, and the scorching flames could melt people: "Do you want to be fried or fried, I Should I stew you and eat it first, or pluck the cat's hair and make it into a roasted whole tiger."

"I don't want to die, thank you----" Albert said helplessly.

"Then explain why you appear in such a place." The vice president roared angrily, the heavy bass like rolling thunder tore Albert's eardrums: "So you suddenly resigned as a monster hunter. Now, come here to take the exam of the Knights of the Round Table. If you take the exam without authorization, can't you at least send a message to the association to report safety, ha. How can you be so sloppy."

"Yes, but I really gave you a message..." Albert just felt so innocent," Carrier Pigeon No. 72, the guy with white markings on his gray forehead , it did not send the letter to this department,"

"You... yes," Castro's anger suddenly retracted, as fast as he suddenly burst into anger: "But the headquarters really never received it-------wait Wait, carrier pigeon number seventy-two, that old and useless guy------,"

The tiger nodded hastily.

"Oh shit, we've eaten it... uh no, let it retire..." Castro let go of Albert: "It does seem to want to fly It looks like I'm going back to pick up something, but it's too late."

"That **** pigeon left the letter halfway," said Tiger, his face elongated.

"Perhaps.------But you're still doing something wrong.." Vice President Castro once again grabbed Albert's head with one hand and pressed the tiger heavily with his huge palm. Above his head, he roared in a rather frightening manner: "Since the headquarters has not responded, why don't you send another letter to confirm, how can you be so careless in your work."

"But, but I've been busy since I arrived in Great Britain, and I don't have time to deliver the letter..." Albert pretended to be innocent and looked at Cass with big watery eyes. Trow: "It's even more impossible once the exam starts, they confiscated every candidate's personal belongings."

"Humph------" The vice president stared at the little tiger dubiously: "Very well, you can force it through like this..."

"But it's not really hard." Albert couldn't help laughing.

"It doesn't matter." Castro really let go of Albert this time: "I will believe your nonsense for the time being and postpone your death penalty. You better not let me expose your nonsense. , or I'll make you a braised tiger."

"Ahahaha------" Albert smiled wryly, using the key card to open the door of the hotel room: "Anyway, come in first and have a seat. If there is anything else that I need to report, though ask."

(Please disappear as soon as possible after asking.)

"Okay, I'll have a cup of tea and then go." Castro followed and stepped into the door, he suddenly realized something, and immediately sniffed his palms.

"Hmm, scent. Women's. It's brand new. Shampoo and... lip balm, ------ wow, your kid's been having a good life lately. Just now Which woman have you been with?"

"It's not." Albert was so angry that he was smoking, and he didn't even have the strength to complain: "It's just a kiss, nothing else."

I didn't expect that the vice president immediately ruthlessly pointed out: "That's not what you told me about the smell of your lower body."

Albert wanted to hit himself with a piece of butter.

About twenty minutes later, in the living room.

Albert briefly reported his experience over the past month to Vice President Castro, then breathed a sigh of relief and drank his juice on his own.

"It's interesting." Custer also took a sip of black tea: "So you decided not to come back to the Hunter Guild and concentrate on completing your exams,"

The tiger man youth nodded.

"Please, Albert, you should know better than anyone else, this kind of exam is not suitable for you. As an excellent hunter, he makes a living by hunting monsters and brings peace to the dawn area. This is your job. Do you still want to be a knight of the round table and chase the glory of knighthood?"

"But I have to finish what I started with." Albert sighed: "Everything can't be done halfway, isn't that what you taught me meow,"

"I also taught you not to blindly pursue things you never need." Castro hummed: "You are an excellent monster hunter, with a reputation and status, compared with the knights of Great Britain. Not bad at all. However, in order to become that **** knight of the round table, you have been reduced to a show on TV. It's just a show, and the battle was so embarrassing that you almost didn't lose. Did your skills regress,"

Albert's face flashes with embarrassment. Castro must have watched Albert's game today.

"At least I won..."

"Yes, fortunately you won, otherwise you will lose the face of the Monster Hunters Association." Castro stood up from his chair: "Forget it, I know it's useless to persuade you to go back. But you Don't hang around outside, just leave it when you see it, and return to the Hunter Association as soon as possible. The eastern region has been very restless recently, and the monsters have appeared more frequently than in the past year. The association is seriously understaffed. I really hope you can come back for us. Lighten up a little."

"I'll try to find time------"

"This is your job, Albert." Castro roared suddenly, making the little tiger bounce from his seat: "You are a professional, you should do your job. Do it well, instead of treating it as some kind of optional part-time job."

"But I really can't get out now------"

"Then quit the exam."

"I can't." Albert replied gloomily, "At least not now."

"Very good, you can continue this stupid exam." Vice President Castro glared at Al, turned and walked to the door, intending to leave: "I am very disappointed in you."

"Wait," Albert hurriedly asked: "I have something I want to ask you."

"Come on, I'm listening." Kalster didn't look back.

"Uh, for example, for two cat people, if they look very similar, can I think they are related in some way?"

"Looks like, how close,"

"Similar coat color, similar tiger stripes, same eye color."

"Then there's no need to ask, the two must be close relatives, maybe even blood relatives." Castro replied rightfully: "The cat people were originally a small group of people attached to the Fierce Fang (tiger people) people. Their genetic diversity is not very large. If two cat people are so similar in coat color and texture, they must be related by blood. What's the matter, you should be well aware of this common sense, do you need to ask me?"

"I know..." Tiger summoned his courage and asked, "Then I ask you, do you remember Luf, meow,"

"Ruff, who is Ruff,"

"My assistant, that silly little kitten," Albert replied.

"My God------" Castro turned his head to look at Al in disbelief, and said sadly: "Albert, it seems that you are really sick."

"What the hell."

"It's some kind of hallucination, or schizophrenia." The vice president continued: "We all know that as a monster hunter, you have always been alone and never brought an assistant. Hey, you still Remember your title, [Albert the Lonely Hunter]. If you go out hunting with an assistant, that title should be written off."

"But I... Ruff he... uh," Albert was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

It's that mysterious red potion.

Albert borrowed that red potion from Bedivere when he was fighting [Snow White], and defeated Snow White. However, as Bedivere said, the cost of using that red potion is huge, and Albert may lose something important in his life.

As a result, Albert lost his assistant, Luff the Cat. Luffy was implicated in a stray bullet and died tragically, and the child didn't even recognize Albert before he died.

The fact that "Ruff is Albert's assistant" has been completely twisted by fate since that day and never existed. So the Hunters Association didn't even know that Albert once had this little assistant, and they didn't even know that Luff existed.

"Are you alright?" Castro looked at Albert worriedly: "Do I need to arrange a psychiatrist for you, the Hunters Association still knows some connections in Egypt."

"I'm fine, fine," the tiger took a few seconds to recover from the shock just now: "Uh, well, I want you to help me check if there is a hunter's association. An apprentice hunter named Ruff. Ruff Kaldoroff ~IndoMTL.com~ a fourteen year old cat person."

"So, this Luffy is no longer your assistant, but an apprentice hunter," Castro laughed: "It is impossible for the association to allow the apprentice hunter to act alone -- who is he? whose assistant,"

"Don't ask too much, just help me check."

"To help you check the intelligence of another hunter's assistant, this is against the rules of the association."

"Ow------" Tiger grinned.

"Okay, okay, I'll check it out for you." The vice president said reluctantly, "You're a weirdo, Albert. You suddenly ran to participate in some round table knight's trial and left the hunter's Don't care about work; suddenly interested in a cat person apprentice hunter who appeared out of nowhere, asking me to take the risk of breaking the rules to investigate - are you really the Albert I know, Did something happen to burn your brain out,"

"We'll talk about this later." Tiger held back his anger and sent Castro away. () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!