Light Spirit Epic Chapter 532: The duel against the Holy King (3)

Chapter 532 The duel against the Holy King (3)

At the same time(?), the territory of the Gric tribe, Athens.

The spaceship [Silver Shadow] landed on the outskirts of the city. The ship was not fully parked. The leopard warrior Palamidis had already jumped off the deck of the ship and landed in front of Argus, who came up to meet him.

Argus was about to say something when Palamides said, "We're back, and we've brought back your **** spaceship navigator safe and sound. Now, get my son. Give it back to me."

Argus glanced at Palamides: "Where's Kaos?"

"He eloped with that witch, Morgos." Talking about this Palamidis, he still looked disdainful.

Although Arthur was the only one who saw the actual situation, Palamides could imagine the scene where Chaos and Morgoth went to "Happy Joy". After Morgos had done so many unconscionable things, it was really hateful that Kaos actually protected this sorceress.

Argus didn't say anything, he seemed to have anticipated the possibility of Kaos doing this.

"Don't stray from the subject, where's my son?" Palamidis demanded again.

"Well... a little problem." Argus stammered, "Anyway, come with me."

Vivian, who had just disembarked from the spaceship, glanced at Palamides. The **** cat shrugged and followed Argus into the city.

Ten minutes later, the patriarch's house.

"You must be kidding me!" Palamidis's voice was muffled by the mask. On the sickbed in the isolation room in the backyard of the big house, there were two leopard teenagers who were dying of illness.

"It's the plague." Argus also adjusted his mask to make his voice a little clearer. "With so many people dying these days, I knew there would be a large-scale plague outbreak. I They had already told them not to join in the fun, but these two brats insisted that they would help dispose of the body of the deceased..."

"And you let them help with the work, and you are not prepared for any protective measures." Palamidis suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.

"Hey, I've been too busy these days, how can I take care of two dead children? Hundreds of my subordinates are also sick because of this **** plague, do you think I'm not annoying enough? !"

"You..." Palamedis was so angry that he almost wanted to fight Argus.

"Be quiet, don't interfere with my inspection!" Vivian roared angrily, restraining the two men. She carefully checked the condition of Zephyr and Seglade, and while taking the pulse, she opened the hairs of the two Leopard Boys to study.

"It's the Scarlet Plague. An endemic disease prevalent in the Grik and Turkic regions." Vivian looked at the red spots in Safir's fur. "The disease is usually spread in the Turkic marshes. It can also be spread by contact with the bodily fluids of an infected person. With so many people dying in Athens recently, bloodshed, such outbreaks are normal."

"Is there a cure?" Palamides asked anxiously.

Vivian shook her head gently: "I've never heard of the scarlet plague being cured. The infected usually die within two weeks. I can put them in the life capsule of the ship and freeze them with low temperature. The way to temporarily stop the deterioration of the disease, but------"

"You must be kidding me----" cried Palamidis hysterically, "Please! You must have other ways!"

His wife stopped talking. Compared with her usual indifference, at this moment, she has a more stern expression on her face, as if to hide her unease.

"I'm sorry," Argus whispered.

"Shut up!" Palamedis angrily said, "I'm not cutting you now, just because I don't want your dirty blood to splatter and stain my sons. Your surname is Ha. Hacketts are not good people. I put my children in your care, but you have harassed my children again and again! I will curse you, and may all of you Hacketts die, and all of you will be swallowed by darkness !"

"Enough, Palamy!" Vivian stopped her near-runaway husband, "Don't say anything, let's send the kids back to the spaceship first."

Palamides is still full of fire. But it was important to save the child. He suppressed his anger first, and went over to pick up the dying Saifer.

At the same time(?), Rome.

"El!" The werewolf boy took a long time to obtain permission from the Grand Duke of Hall to visit Albert in front of the cell.

"Bee, is it Beidi?" Albert heard his friend's voice and immediately jumped up from the bed, "Bedie! You're finally here!"

"El, long time no see." Bedivere looked at the tiger man boy in prison and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. Albert lost a lot of weight, the hair on his body also turned dirty beige, and his clothes were ragged, shrinking in the cold January air.

"You're so dirty. Didn't they give you a bath?" Bedi looked at the tiger's dusty face and covered his nose subconsciously.

"Well, you think they'll install a bathroom in the cell? I don't think so." Al rubbed the dirt on his face, thinking it would make him look less bad.

"And they didn't call you clothes.------" The werewolf boy turned to look at the knight in charge of guarding Kador~IndoMTL.com~ and asked angrily: "What the **** are you doing? ?! Are you abusing my friend?!"

"Well, the superior has orders not to give him anything. Sorry." Cador shrugged.

"Oh, really?" Bedivere had already taken off his clothes and threw it through the iron fence into the prison, "I do, do you want to report to the Grand Duke of Hall?"

"Beddie, that's enough!" Seeing that the werewolf boy almost took off his underwear, Albert hurriedly stopped, "I'm fine, put your clothes back on."

"No, you're not good." Bedi looked at Al's tattered clothes. It was the sackcloth that the tiger had been wearing when he left Athens. It was torn apart because of El's rough landing, and it could no longer be called clothes.

"It's so cold in winter, you'll catch a cold if you don't wear clothes." Bedi said sadly, "Come on, put on my clothes------"

A voice interrupted Bedivere's words: "Hehe, isn't this the legendary King Arthur's knight Bedivere? It turns out that Your Excellency has a habit of streaking?"

Bediver looked at the sound, and the person in front of him was dressed as a Roman soldier, with a flat and elongated face and a hooked nose, giving people a feeling of being difficult to get along with.

Bediveville wonders. Where did this person seem to have seen...?

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