Chapter 532: Duel to the Saint King (3)

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

The ship [Silver Shadow] had landed on the outskirts of the city, and before the ship was fully parked, the leopard warrior Palamides had already jumped off the deck of the ship and landed in front of Argus, who had come up to greet him.

Argus was about to say something, but Palamides was already the first to speak, "We're back, and we've brought back your damn ship navigator safe and sound." Now, give me back my sons. Argus glanced at Palamides, "Where's Kaos?" He eloped with the witch Mogoth. Speaking of this, Palamides still looked disdainful.

Although Arthur was the only one who saw the situation, Palamides was able to imagine Kaos and Morgoth going to "have a good time". After Morgoth has done so many bad things that have lost her conscience, Kaos still protects this enchantress, which is really hateful.

Argus didn't say anything, as if he had anticipated the possibility of Kaos doing so.

"Don't digress the subject, what about my son?" asked Palamides again.

"Well, there's a little problem. Argus hesitantly said, "Anyway, come with me." Vivien, who had just disembarked from the ship, glanced at Palamides. The big black cat shrugged and followed Argus into the city.

Ten minutes later, the patriarch grew into a house.

"You must be kidding me!" Palamides' voice was blurred by the mask. On the sickbed in the isolation room in the backyard of the big house, there were two leopard boy who were dying.

"It's the plague. Argus also adjusted his mask so that his voice could speak a little more clearly, "With so many people dying in the past few days, I knew there was going to be a massive plague outbreak." I've told them not to join in the fun, but the two little devils insist that they will help dispose of the bodies of the dead" "And you let them help with the work, without any precautions." Palamides suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.

"Hey, I've been too busy these days, how can I have time to take care of two dead children?, and I've got hundreds of my men sick from this damn plague, don't you think I'm not annoyed enough?!" "You-" Palamides was so angry that he almost wanted to fight Argus.

"Be quiet, don't get in the way of my check!" Vivien roared, stopping the two men. She took a closer look at Zhalfir and Segrade's condition, taking her pulse and studying the hair of the two leopard-man boys.

"It's the Scarlet Plague. An endemic disease endemic in the Glick and Turkic regions. Vivien looked at the red spots on Zhalfir's fur, "The disease is usually spread by a mosquito in the Turkic Everglades. It can also be spread through contact with the bodily fluids of an infected person. With so many people dying in Athens lately, it can be said that there is a river of blood, and such a plague outbreak is not uncommon. "Is there a cure?" asked Palamides urgently.

Vivien shook her head slightly, "I've never heard of the Crimson Plague as a cure. Infected people generally die within two weeks. I could put them in the ship's life support pod and cryofreeze them to stop them from getting worse, but—" "You must be joking with me—" Palamides cried hysterically, "come on! you must have another way!" His wife stopped talking. Compared with her usual indifference, she showed a more cold expression on her face at this moment, as if she was hiding the uneasiness in her heart.

"I'm sorry. Argus whispered.

"Shut up!" said Palamides angrily, "I didn't cut you now, just because I didn't want your filthy blood to spill everywhere and stain my sons." None of you with the surname Hackett are good people. I have left the children in your care, but you have tricked my children again and again!I will curse you, may all of you Hacketts be dead, and all of them will be consumed by darkness!" "Enough, Palamy!" Vivien stopped her husband from getting out of control, "Don't say anything, let's send the children back to the ship first." "Palamides is still on fire. But saving the child was important, so he suppressed his anger and went over to pick up the dying Zhalfir.

Also at the same time (?), Rome.

"Al!" it took the werewolf boy half a day to get permission from Grand Duke Hall to visit Albert in front of his cell.

"Bey, is it Bedi Meow?" Albert heard his friend's voice and immediately jumped up from the bed, "Bedi, you're finally here!" "Al, long time no see. Bediwell looked at the tiger man in prison and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Albert had lost a lot of weight, and his hair had turned dirty beige, and his clothes were ragged, huddled in the cold January air.

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

"Well, you think they're going to install a bathroom in a cell? Al rubbed the dirt off 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 the guard, Kador, and asked angrily, "What the fuck are you doing?!Are you abusing my friend?!" "Well, the superior has orders not to give him anything." I'm sorry. Kador shrugged.

"Oh, really?" Bediwell had already taken off his clothes and threw them through the iron fence to the prison, "I'm doing this, are you going to report to the Grand Duke of Hall?" "Bedi, that's enough!" Seeing that the werewolf boy was almost about to take 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 same coarse cloth garment that the tiger had worn when he left Athens. It was torn to the brim of El's brutal landing, and it couldn't be called a garment anymore, it was a pile of shredds of cloth to cover up shame at best.

"It's so cold in winter, you get cold without clothes. Bediwell said bitterly, "Hurry up, put my clothes on—" A voice interrupted Bediwell's words: "Hehe, isn't this the legendary knight of King Arthur, Bediwell?

Bediwell wondered. Where did this man seem to have seen him just now?