Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2427: Mourning in the past (2)
Chapter 2427 Mourning for the Past Shadow (2)
"Quig," considering the seriousness of the problem, the tiger youth couldn't help but sigh: "I regret it, I won't take you to the memorial service, no, meow? What about a compromise plan? For example, through live TV, How about letting you see his face from a distance?"
"I want to see my dad in person." Craig was stubborn: "If it's the last time."
"Eh~~~ I knew you would say that." The tiger man elongated his face and turned to Mutter for help: "Mutter, you have a good relationship with Captain Shiloma, maybe you can use your relationship, Before the memorial service begins, let's go backstage to pay homage to Dad's remains? It's just to confirm our identity, it won't take long. In the backstage, no matter whether Craig is crying or laughing next, at least we won't see it ."
"I'm not sure this is a good idea." The cat boy looked confused: "I can ask Captain Shiloma to explain the whole thing clearly and let him arrange it. But I can't guarantee that he will. Yes. Dad's coffin is not accessible to anyone. Otherwise, everyone wants to come to pay their respects in advance. Wouldn't it be a blasphemy to the deceased? Unless------"
"Unless...?"
Mutter's conversation changed: "For example, if the immediate family wants 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 Palamidis, meow." Albert immediately understood the intention of the cat boy: "Let Uncle Palamidis and his family meet Daddy early. When the time comes, just take Craig there by the way?"
"The truth should be like this," Mutter nodded helplessly: "As long as they are willing to do it."
"Anyway," there was not much time left before the memorial service officially started, and Albert hurriedly called and tried to contact Palamidis.
"Okay." A few minutes later, after a series of brief explanations from Albert, Palamidis readily agreed: "We also just arrived on the roof of the Grand Cairo Hotel, and we are going to look for it. The staff at the memorial service, come over to meet you right away."
"This, this meow is simple...?" Even Albert felt that the other party was incredibly refreshing.
"Uh, someone would care about Dad's affairs so much, isn't this a good thing?" Palamidis replied, "Compared to me, I only met Dad a few times, but we didn't have a relationship. For [relatives] who don't have many fetters, isn't it better to have someone who really cares about him to see him for the last time? So don't worry about it, bring that friend over. It's just to see Father Sphinx once, and again It's no big deal."
"Did you hear that?" Albert put down the microphone. Albert deliberately turned up the volume of the phone just now. With the keen hearing of the young Leopard Man, there is no reason why he couldn't hear it.
"He's a good guy." The Leopard Man replied.
"Haha...your assessment is straightforward enough." A drop of sweat appeared on Albert's forehead.
Mutter didn't speak, and looked at the phone in Albert's hand with a mournful look, as if staring at Palamidis on the other end of the phone. He also knew very well that Palamides couldn't have any feelings for Father Sphinx. But when Uncle Leopard expressed it so bluntly on the phone, the cat boy still felt very hurt.
It didn't take long for them to rendezvous with Palamidis and his party.
"Uh." When Craig saw the Palamidis family, he suddenly looked stunned.
"What's wrong?" Palamidis asked, looking at the unfamiliar Leopard man.
"Nothing..." Craig turned his face away uncomfortably, avoiding Palamidis' gaze.
"I heard you're quite busy." Bedivere also said to Albert, with a slightly reproachful tone. He had already heard about the "good things" that Albert had done from the Knights of Great Britain, although he had only heard a rough idea and didn't know the whole picture. The leopard with the strange pattern beside the tiger is probably one of the orcs rescued in the Green Medicine Research Institute.
"Haha." Albert said with a wry smile, not answering Bedivere's question directly.
"Then," continued Palamidis; "my three sons and I are going to the room where Dad's coffin is, and Craig is coming too, right? There are others coming. ?"
"Mutter...?" asked the tiger man youth.
"No, I'll officially see Dad for the last time at the memorial service." Mutter whispered, "I'm not his blood relative, and I'm not qualified to see him in advance..."
"If you think so, so be it." After Palamidis finished speaking, he walked to the backstage of the mourning hall with the other four leopards.
"There is still some time before the memorial service begins. Let's find a place to rest." Bedivere then suggested: "The memorial service may last for a long time, and maybe it will take a long time to stand."
"Well," the tiger man youth has no objection: "I even want to eat something to support my stomach first. It would be the most rude thing to be so hungry at the memorial service."
"Indeed." Bedivere smiled wryly. Fortunately, Dad's memorial service was held in a large auditorium on the top floor of the hotel, and on the next floor, there was a revolving restaurant on the roof of the hotel, and the restaurant was still open at this time. As hotel guests, it's not difficult for Bediveville and the others to go to the revolving restaurant to get some food, and they only need to swipe with the hotel's key card to pay. No matter how expensive the food in the revolving restaurant is, they are now completely affordable.
Seeing Albert and Bedivere sitting at the same table and drinking afternoon tea so harmoniously, the cat boy pouted.
"What's wrong? The food is not good, you can't eat it?" Albert glanced at Mutter.
"No." The cat boy replied perfunctorily. What really upset him was something else.
"So I heard that you almost died." Regardless of Mutter's business, Albert turned to Bedivere: "Are you all right? How bad is your injury? The crusade against Moby Dick needs this. Desperately meow?"
"The situation at that time was quite special." The werewolf youth took a sip of milk tea. The mellow black tea and fresh milk were mixed in an extremely perfect ratio, which not only did not cover up each other's aroma, but set off each other's beauty, "I There is no choice. If Moby Dick is not diverted, it will attack the other comatose 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 the rescue in the end. me."
"Who?"
"Um... can't say." The werewolf youth kept the promise with his (future) son and decided to keep this as an absolute secret. "In short, he was saved. But Moby Dick isn't dead, at least not dead. It's probably still lingering in the depths of the Sahara."
"So the mission failed?"
"Not quite. The mission turned the current Moby Dick into the last Moby Dick in the world, and after it dies there will never be a new Moby Dick----- -The agent of the abyss. And the last remaining Moby Dick must have learned his lesson and dare not attack the ships passing by the sand sea? After all, it has only one life left. So, I think, the task Is it a success?"
"Hahaha------" Albert also took a bite of the sandwich and shoved it down his throat with black tea, "You guys have really done an earth-shattering event this time. I actually missed this good event. It's a pity."
"It's not a pity, didn't you save a lot of people too." Bedivere also replied politely: "You even broke into such a research institute and rescued the kidnapped people. You also did one thing. It's an earth-shattering event, it's just that you don't have this self-awareness."
What the **** are these two guys doing. Mutter watched silently from the side, feeling a burst of discord. Albert and Bedivere were flattering each other, then smiled hypocritically, estranged as if they had known each other for a long time. Just seeing the two of them laughing made Mutter feel that their hair was about to stand upright.
"It's a pity that Chanel couldn't save it," Albert continued.
"The same is true here, but unfortunately I couldn't kill Moby Dick, so as to avoid future troubles." Bedivere also said.
"Hey, are you enough?" The cat boy finally couldn't help interrupting: "If I keep chatting like this, I'll get goosebumps all over my body."
Albert and Bedivere gave Mutter both scorching and icy glances.
"I'm going outside to get some air." The cat man boy rolled his eyes at the two of them, and walked out of the revolving restaurant as if running away.
"What's the matter with that kid?" Bedivere asked, looking at Mutter's back.
"Never mind him. The guy even gloated when I mentioned Chanel was taken away. What a ruthless little bastard." Albert was even a little **** about it, "compared to that. , I just hang him in the hotel room for a few hours, how can this kid be so vicious meow?"
Bediver frowned ~IndoMTL.com~ trying to tell Albert, "You're a bit too much." But he thought that the tiger-man youth who had just lost Chanel was obviously in a state of insatiable spirit, so he stopped provoking the other party.
"Let's not talk about that," Albert added, "I have one thing I want to ask you. In the worst case, I hope your sandboat Dawn can take one, no, two people. "
"Oh?" The werewolf youth's ears moved.
Meanwhile.
It was early evening, but the crowd on the roof of the hotel was very sparse. The tourists who usually stand in front of the guardrail and watch the invincible sea view of the Mediterranean Sea have almost disappeared without a trace. It may be because the memorial service for Father Sphinx will start soon, and the hotel staff avoided waiting for people to get close to the top floor, and cleared the venue beforehand. There are few people, and there are still people at the observation deck on the top of the building—more correctly, there is only a blond lion boy.
"Yo, kitty." Seeing Mutter appear, the golden lion Leopold waved and smiled from a distance.
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