Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2430: Mourning in the past (5)

Chapter 2430 mourning for the past (five)

While it might be disrespectful to the great man to say this, Papa Sphinx's memorial service was mostly boring. At least that's what Bedivere thinks. The entire memorial service was immersed in an atmosphere of suffocating sadness. The radio played a soft music at the lowest volume, and the invited guests on the podium gave unanimous eulogy. There are so many stories in the life of Papa Kes.

Dad Sphinx has helped and saved countless people in his life, but it's not something that just a few guests can say. Although it was good to know that Dad was such a great person, Bedivere felt a little bit out of his mind, after all, he had never met the old Sphinx in person. It would be hard for Bedivere to put any emotion into the death of a stranger, no matter how great the other person was. He tried to stay awake to the lullaby music and the more powerful lullaby eulogy, but he found himself getting sleepier and more sleepy, his eyelids falling. This is a very bad situation, and if the people at the memorial service knew that he was sleepy and sleepy, it would probably be outrageous.

Witty, he bowed on the chair, barely supporting the weight of his upper body with his arms on his thighs, and covered his face with his hands, trying to close his eyes and take a nap. This action may seem to others to think that Bedivere is covering his face with sadness and remembering his ancestors, but no one will know that Bedivere is secretly dozing off. Of course, he also undertook a layer of insurance. Before his consciousness became blurred, he used the fire of the spell to cast a spell in his body, so that he would not snore or speak when he fell asleep. Sleep talking, and keep the muscles of the whole body in the same position before falling asleep, so as not to collapse due to deep sleep.

As soon as he was ready, he fell into a drowsy sleep. I don't know how long it took, someone pinched his thigh meat beside him, and the werewolf youth woke up in pain.

"Idiot," it was Albert who did this: "Have you had enough sleep? I'm going to visit the remains of the deceased soon. Quickly wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth, or you will be exposed."

"Sorry." The werewolf youth hurriedly adjusted his appearance and went to line up behind Albert. At this time, he also noticed that Mutter was holding a familiar teddy bear doll in his hand, and couldn't help humming: "That's...?"

"Don't make fun of me, Mr. Bedivere." The cat boy smiled wryly: "This was given to me by my father before he left. I want to take Mr. Morrison II to say goodbye to my father."

Probably mean? Bedivere expressed half understanding. He didn't know the bond between Mutter and Daddy Sphinx, and it was not convenient for him to interrupt. But where did that teddy bear doll really seem to be seen... wait, did you see it? ! Wasn't that bear the gift that Mr. Saladin bought for his grandson last time? Salradin and Bedivere also took a fancy to the same product, which was also the last product in the store, and Bedivere gave it to the other in the end.

So, the "little grandson" that Saradin referred to was actually Mutter? And Saradin himself, isn't it------

Sure enough. When Bedivere went with the brigade to walk past the coffin of Father Sphinx, and saw Father Sphinx, who was dignified and asleep forever in the coffin, through the transparent glass cover of the coffin, he It was only then that I finally understood that the so-called Father Sphinx was actually the Saradin he had met before.

Many mysteries are suddenly solved. Bedivere finally understood why he had received an invitation to attend Father Sphinx's memorial service. The invitation letter was sent by the deceased himself, probably something prepared in advance when Father Sphinx knew that he was going to die.

Daddy Sphinx? He might actually be a man of love.

While Bedivere was thinking this way, Mutter just walked past the coffin and glanced at Father Sphinx's remains, and already started to bury his face on the teddy bear, his eyes moist. Started sobbing softly. The catman boy was actually quite restrained, but his cries could still be heard, and then as if he had infected others, Bedivere could clearly hear the orcs who came to mourn start to cry in a low voice.

As if expecting this from the beginning, the snow lion Sherrichard, who was calmly monitoring everything, spoke up: "I'll be patient. A group of big men at Dad's memorial service. What a cry. Seeing you so vulnerable, even Father Sphinx can't go in peace."

"...Yes, Big Sister.""Sorry, Big Sister.""I understand, Big Sister." Most of the orcs present were fat and strong men, strictly speaking, a group of sturdy , and the memorial service itself is a group of gangsters mourning their gang boss. But hearing this group of big men respectfully called the gentle Sherrichard "Big Sister", Bedivere still felt very inconsistent in his heart.

But she's Daddy Sphinx's adopted daughter. Perhaps the snow lion Sheri Chad also has her fierce and tough side, which is in line with the side of the underworld. God knows.

The depressing memorial service ended quickly, or rather Bedivere slept through most of it, not feeling its long. After the memorial service is over, the mourning hall will still be open, so that some outsiders who have not been invited but want to pay homage to his father's remains come to visit. But Bedivere and his party did not intend to stay in the mourning hall for long, so they left in a hurry.

"Are you okay?" Albert asked, looking at Mutter, whose eyes were moist and slightly swollen.

"So he really left." The cat boy whispered, "I still can't believe it."

"People die naturally when they get old." Palamidis sighed: "But Dad should have lived for a long time, rescued countless people, and lived a wonderful life, so he should not be in vain. Well."

"Um..." Mutter whispered, though Palamidis's words were not convincing at all.

"I can't cry..." Quigg covered his eyes and whispered, "I should have wanted to cry."

"The effect of the medicine hasn't passed, meow." Saifel said: "Come on, let's go back. After returning to the ship and waiting for the effect of the medicine to pass, then you can cry as much as you want meow."

"Why is it the premise to bring this guy on my ship?" Bedivere said depressedly: "Don't take strangers on board the Dawning lightly??"

"No, meow?" Saifer looked at the werewolf youth with big watery eyes.

"Okay, okay...you can do whatever you want..." Bedivere immediately compromised: "Eve, arrange for the new crew to board the ship."

"Excuse me." Craig said a little nervously: "It's just one night, after that."

"You can stay on board as long as you want, you're welcome," Bedivere said weakly.

At this time, the mobile phone in Albert's trouser pocket was also beeping and vibrating in a low voice. The tiger man's face sank, and he felt that some trouble had come to the door: "I'll go take a call and see you later."

"Don't do anything dangerous." As if aware of the slight change in Albert's face, Bedivere instructed, although he knew that such instructions might not be of any use.

Albert casually said a word, turned around and hurried away, and Mutter seemed to be worried about Albert's appearance and followed.

"Then, we also..." Bedivere was about to go back to the Dawn with everyone, when a handsome lion-man boy with golden hair walked towards him in the distance.

"Captain Bedivere." Leo greeted the werewolf youth again: "Are you going back to the ship now?"

"Oh, Mr. Leopold." The werewolf youth saluted, "Yes, we're going back now. You're going to see Elaine, right? Then come with us."

"Hehe." The golden lion grinned, as if looking forward to it. Bedivere originally wanted to say whether Leo should be more restrained. After all, Leo's adoptive father had only been gone for a little more than a day, and the memorial service had just finished, so why is this child still happy. But the werewolf youth still didn't say this out of the mouth. After all, everyone has their own different ideas, and it doesn't make any sense to force others to pretend to be sad. Even Bedivere himself was indifferent to Papa Sphinx's death, did he?

"Leo, are you really going?" Just when the golden lion boy was going to board the transport boat with Bedivere, the snow lion Sherrichard came over and asked. Farewell: "That kid is not necessarily the kind of person you imagined. After so many years, he can't even remember who you are. Do you really want to be so obsessed with him?"

"Yes." Leopold replied without the slightest doubt, "It's worth trying at least once, right?"

"He'll let you down. You'll definitely get hurt. He can't be gentle enough to accept someone like you, he doesn't remember you, he doesn't even care about you anymore." The other people around continued to persuade: "Don't listen to the nonsense of Hakon. It's not too late to give up. If you give up, you can at least retain a little dignity for you. Otherwise, when everything fails to go as you wish, you When you can't even make friends, if you run back crying, I will definitely laugh at your stupid decision."

"If you want to laugh at it, laugh at it, Sister Xue Rui." The lion-man boy smiled indifferently: "If I can be the laughing stock of your life, isn't it the same as living in your heart forever?"

The Snow Lion Maiden took a step back, as if stabbed to the heart.

"Since you say so, do as you like." Sherlock sighed, "Good luck, my stupid brother~IndoMTL.com~ umm." The lion boy jumped up with a laugh. transporter.

"Although it's a bit cheeky for me to say this, please take good care of Leo, Captain Bedivere." Sherrichard turned to the dumbfounded werewolf youth and said, "He's an idiot, and he Most people are much more vulnerable, but he..."

Snow Lion let out a long sigh, lowered his voice, and said, "He is braver than anyone else and has the courage to face his own fears. Again and again, until he can't get up again. Just watching him do it, he will It makes me feel bad."

"I don't quite understand what you mean..." Bedivere replied blankly: "But if that kid can get on my boat, he will naturally be protected by me, and I won't let him get hurt. Yes, don't worry."

"Is that so?" Sherlock sighed deeply, "That's it. I won't say anything more."

"You are a good sister, Miss Sherlock," Bedivere said.

"Am I?" She replied with a wry smile: "I hope so." Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site