Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2429: Mourning in the past (4)

Chapter 2429 mourn for the past (four)

On the top floor of the Grand Cairo Hotel, in the wing lounge of the auditorium where the memorial service was held.

"Wow. It really has become so serious meow." As soon as he entered the lounge and saw Craig sitting on the sofa and covering his face with a disappointed look, Albert couldn't help but sigh: "Sphinx The old man is the same person as the old man in your memory?"

"Yes." Craig seemed to have just finished crying, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Nothing wrong, it's the same. I remember that face."

Speaking of which, this guy has been "refrigerated" in the stasis chamber for more than 4,700 years, and his memory will not deteriorate at all? Is it because his memory is so good, or is it because of this magical ability that he can perfectly suppress the metabolism of the human body, so that after people sleep for thousands of years, the body still maintains the original sealed appearance?

"Okay, don't cry, baby." Palamidis rubbed Craig's kitten head with his hands, like he was coaxing a child -- or more like Play with Craig.

"But what's next?" Albert looked at the leopard-man Craig, who had almost collapsed, and asked, "Do you still want to continue attending the memorial service, meow? You won't cry again at the memorial service, will you? ?"

"No, no guarantee..." Quig rubbed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "But, I want to participate."

"If you cry at the memorial service, you're just making trouble." Mutter said angrily: "Please don't let Daddy Sphinx go quietly tonight, don't listen to your cries. ?"

He added a special word in front of Craig, obviously warning Craig that if he cried, there would be more than one person who was infected and cried together at the memorial service. It would be embarrassing if it turned into a large group of people crying at the memorial service. Albert also heard fear from Mutter's complaints. If Quag cried at the memorial service, Mutter might be the first to be infected and cry together.

Nevertheless, it seems cruel to stop Craig from attending the memorial service now.

"That..." The leopard boy Hal had something to say.

"Let me tell me, meow." Saifer took a bottle of black potion from his brother: "We knew who might not be able to control themselves at this memorial service, so let Hal concoct one. The bottle is like the secret meow from the human race."

"Heartless...?" Albert narrowed his eyes.

"Simply put, it is a potion used to suppress emotional impulses." Seglade also said: "The reason why people have feelings is actually just a chemical change in the brain. Simply put, this potion is Suppresses those chemical changes that cause emotions. Of course, other effects such as dulling neural responses are also included. In short, after drinking this, there will be no emotional ups and downs in my heart for three hours, that is, no matter what I can't feel sadness, I can't cry even if I want to cry, meow."

"Can elephants even make this potion?" Mutter whispered.

"After all, I am a Turk." Saifer hummed: "But there are not enough rare medicinal materials to make such a bottle of meow. It will not be effective if you don't drink the whole bottle of potion. Do you really want to give Craig a drink?"

"I don't really want to drink..." The cloud-patterned leopard whispered, "If you can't feel sadness..."

"After the medicine wears off, you can cry if you want, just don't cry at the memorial service meow." Saifer said, "Unless you don't want to attend the memorial service meow? Or you want to be at the memorial service. Trouble meow?"

Quigg paused, seemingly determined to reach for the bottle of medicine. But Zephyr shrank his hand and didn't let Quig get the medicine first: "You finally decided to let Quig drink this medicine?"

He turned his eyes to Mutter, to Albert, and even to his father Palamidis: "No one else needs more urgently than Craig, meow? This is the only medicine, and I don't drink it now. It's too late to regret it later, meow?"

"...I'm not a child." Mutter showed disdain: "I don't need this medicine, leave it to Mr. Craig."

"That's good meow." Saifer finally put the medicine into Craig's hand.

"The effect...isn't it permanent?" Craig hesitated before taking the medicine.

"If it can be as powerful as a permanent medicine, this medicine is probably a rare and rare meow." Safer gave Craig a white look.

"Huh?" Mutter snorted in confusion.

"This kind of secret medicine is said to be one of the potions that elephants must drink before going to the battlefield in ancient times." Seglade explained: "If you shield your emotions, you will not feel fear when facing a strong enemy, comrade-in-arms. You don't feel sad when you die, and you keep your cool head in battle, and the effect is very powerful meow."

"Doing this will also turn people into a heartless killing machine." Palamidis couldn't help but say: "A battle without emotion has no soul, it's just a one-sided killing... Or be tortured."

"Dad started talking about metaphysics, meow." Saifer snorted.

"Perhaps." Palamides hummed perfunctorily. There are some things that only veterans who have lived through the tragic war will understand, and young people who live in peacetime may never understand.

Grumbling. Craig drank the black potion, and then showed a sour face. The potion is probably terrible to drink.

"Okay, let's test it meow~" Zephyr suddenly reached out and scratched Craig's armpit.

"Stop it. It's itchy." Craig shouted as he jumped to avoid him, but he didn't even laugh, and didn't look offended by this.

"It seems to be effective meow." Safer withdrew his hand: "This should last for three hours, meow. Just enough to last until the memorial service is over, meow."

"Mr. Palamidis, it's time." At this time, a staff member came to remind Palamidis, and Mutter turned his head and saw that it was Hiloma. Shiloma, who usually kept a treacherous smile on her face, suddenly appeared in a formal dress and a serious expression, which was a bit scary.

"Oh, come here." Palamidis stood up from the bench and instructed the others: "Be good and don't do anything."

Seifer and the others smiled helplessly and did not answer.

As soon as everyone walked out of the lounge, solemn and low-pitched music began to sound in the mourning hall. Everything was in line with Father Sphinx's last wish, so that the memorial service could be as small as possible. Do it quietly.

"Not many people coming?" Bedivere was a little curious.

"No, one of my father's last wishes was to keep the memorial service low-key, so I only invited the relatives and friends he cared about the most." Mutter replied in a low voice: "Otherwise, it will be based on my father's relationship and connections. , all kinds of dignitaries may attend this memorial service, and the mourning hall is simply not enough to accommodate it."

"Uh." Bedivere groaned, seeing two lion men walking by in the distance. One of them was the handsome lion boy from before, the golden lion Leopold, whom Bedivere recognized without difficulty. Next to Leo, the Snow Lion girl who was about a head taller than the Lion Boy, looked like a big sister, probably also a relative of his father, but Bedivere didn't know him.

"Those two are Miss Sherrichard and Master Leopold." Mutter continued to explain in a low voice, "Like Leopold, Miss Sherizard is Father Sphinx's. The adopted daughter is now also the CEO of the Cairo Hotel. And unlike the fool Leo, Sister Xue Rui is not a vase, she is a strong woman."

"Oh." Bedivere hummed. For some reason, his eyes just couldn't take his eyes off the snow lion Sherrichard. Is it because of Sherlock's beauty? Yes, the noble person covered in snow-white lion hair is indeed a great beauty, even if you look at the lion people with the aesthetics of the werewolf. But what's the matter with you, Bedivere? You are a person with a wife and children, you can't just see a beautiful girl and get excited, right? Calm down!

The werewolf youth shook his head, trying to calm himself down. Sure enough, giving the Relentless Potion to Craig was a wrong choice, Bedivere should have grabbed it and drank it beforehand.

"You------" seemed to notice that Bedivere was staring at her. Sherlock, who was going forward with Leopold, who was about to sit in the arranged position, suddenly turned towards her. Bedivere and others came over: "It's Captain Bedivere, right? I've heard of you."

"Uh, hello, Miss Sherrichard." Bedivere replied a little uneasy when suddenly approached like this.

"Just call me Xue Rui." Snow Lion Maiden continued: "It is because of your hard work that Cairo was spared Moby Dick's attack. We should thank you. Daddy Sphinx doesn't have anything to do with him, right? Since you don't know Daddy, who invited you to this memorial service? ... um, Mutter?"

"It's not me." The cat boy shook his head quickly, denying it. Although Snow Lion spoke in the softest tone, when she stared at people like this, she still gave off an amazing sense of oppression.

"I received a mysterious invitation to attend this memorial service." Bedivere replied, "I don't know the details, but when I handed the invitation to the guard at the door , they let me in."

"I signed and issued the invitations myself, but I don't remember inviting you." Sherlock Chad asked, a little unhappy, "Nevertheless, the invitations themselves have a special anti-counterfeiting mark, and it is impossible to Fake. That means other than me, is anyone else sending out the same formal invitation, interesting. So...the person who sent you the invitation...?"

"An old gentleman named Saradin." Bedivere replied, smelling the seriousness of the incident and answering truthfully. If he lied, maybe he'd be kicked out of this memorial service by Sherlock Chad.

"Saladin?" Sherizard ~IndoMTL.com~, who was still puzzled, suddenly changed his face. Her expression was very complicated, it was a mixture of surprise and sadness, and even an unbelievably strange expression.

"Is something wrong?"

"I didn't expect that he would invite you in person. Since he would do this, he must think that you are very important. Since that is the case, I will not say anything more." Sherrichard said like a riddle .

"Er...what?" The werewolf youth was even more stunned.

"Don't worry about it." Sherrie Chad smiled bitterly: "Anyway, you'll understand everything soon. Then, let's say goodbye."

Then she ignored Bedivere and the others, walked to her designated seat, and was soon seated beside her (nominal) brother.

"Saladin... I seem to have heard of it somewhere..." Mutter whispered, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"Stop talking, let's just sit." Seeing that more and more people entered the mourning hall, it seemed very unnatural for them to stand all the time, Albert urged. Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site