Chapter 1274: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (17)

In the face of Albert's questioning, Castro, the vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association, first showed a smile, and then suddenly attacked, clasping his palms!

With a crisp and loud sound, Castro's two large hands clamped Albert's cat face tightly, causing the little tiger to sweat on his forehead.

"Card, Vice President Castro?" Albert repeated again with a shudder.

"Why did I come to you? You ask me why I came to you!?" Castro's face was full of anger: "Albert, you kid is really kind!! After suddenly disappearing without saying a word, and making the entire Hunters' Association look for you like crazy in the wilderness of Eastern Europe, you suddenly appeared on live TV in Egypt? What kind of international joke is this?! "Uh" More cold sweat came from the corners of Albert's forehead, no, probably from all over his body, and he felt that his panties were a little wet, and along with the sudden well-up of a few liters of sweat, sticking to his fur.

"We thought you were killed by a monster, and we thought that even if we couldn't get you back, we should at least take your body home and bury it!" Castro continued, twisting Albert's cat as he spoke, "Do you know how worried we are about you?!" "But, but—" "Tell me, you damn little tiger!" Castro's eyes spewed with rage, the scorching flames melted people, "Do you want to be fried, or do you want to be fried?" Should I stew you and eat it first, or pluck out the cat's hair and make a roasted whole tiger?" "I don't want to die, thank you—" Albert said helplessly.

"Then explain why you are in such a place!" the vice president roared angrily, and the heavy bass like rolling thunder tore Albert's eardrums: "So you suddenly resigned as a Warcraft hunter and came to take the Knights of the Round Table exam?! But I've really sent you a message," Albert felt so innocent, "Pigeon Seventy-Two, the guy with the white markings on his gray forehead, who didn't deliver the letter to Motomeow?" "Do you?" Castro's anger suddenly retracted, as quickly as he suddenly burst into anger, "But the headquarters really never received—wait, Seventy-two? The old man nodded hurriedly.

"Oh shit, we've eaten it uh no, let it retire" Castro let go of Albert: "It does seem like it wants to fly back and pick up something, but it's too late." "That damn pigeon left the letter halfway through?" the tiger elongated.

"Perhaps—but you kid still didn't do it right!!" Vice President Castro grabbed Albert's head with one hand again, pressed the tiger's head heavily with his huge palm, and roared in a rather frightening manner, "Since the headquarters has not responded, why don't you send a letter again to confirm? But I've been busy since I arrived in Great Britain, and I don't have time to deliver letters," Albert pretended to be innocent and looked at Castro with big watery eyes: "It's even more impossible after the exam starts, they confiscate all the personal belongings of each candidate. "Hmph-" The vice president glared at the little tiger in disbelief, "Very good, you can break it like this" "But it's really not a hard break!" Albert couldn't help but laugh.

"That's fine. Castro really let go of Albert this time: "I'll just believe your nonsense for the time being, and postpone your death sentence." You'd better not let me debunk your nonsense, or I'm going to make you a braised tiger. "Aha-" Albert smiled wryly and opened the door to the hotel room with his key card, "Anyway, let's sit down first." If there's anything else I need to report, just ask. (When you're done, please disappear as much as you can.) "Okay, I'll have a cup of tea and go!" Castro followed as he stepped through the door, suddenly realizing something again, and sniffing his palms.

"Hmm, scent. Woman's. Still brand new. Shampoo and lip balm?--Wow, you've been living a pretty moist life lately!Which woman have you just been messing with?""No!" Albert was so angry that he didn't even have the strength to complain: "It's just a kiss, nothing else has been done!!" Unexpectedly, the vice president immediately ruthlessly poked and said, "The smell of your lower body is not like this." "Albert wanted to find a piece of butter and kill himself.

It was about twenty minutes later in the living room.

Albert gave Vice President Castro a brief report of his experience over the past month or so, and then breathed a sigh of relief and drank his juice to himself.

"It's funny. Custer also took a sip of black tea: "So you decided not to come back to the Hunters Guild and concentrate on completing your exam?"

"Please, Albert, you should know better than anyone else that this kind of exam is not for you. As a good hunter, hunting monsters for a living and bringing peace to the Dawn Territory is your job. Do you still want to be a knight of the Round Table, and what knightly glory you are chasing?" Albert sighed, "You can't give up halfway, isn't that what you taught me?" "I also taught you not to blindly pursue things that you never need." Castro snorted, "You were originally an excellent Warcraft hunter, with a reputation and status, no worse than the knights of Great Britain. But in order to be that Knight of the Round Table, you've been reduced to putting on a show on TV. It's just a show, the battle is so embarrassing, and I almost didn't lose. Have you regressed?" Albert looked embarrassed. Castro must have seen Albert's game today.

"At least I won" "Yes, it's good that you won, otherwise the Warcraft Hunters Guild would have lost their face." Castro got up from his chair: "Forget it, I know it's useless to persuade you to go back." But don't hang out outside, just take it when you see it, and go back to the Hunters Association. The eastern region has been very unstable lately, the monsters are haunting more frequently than in any previous year, and the association is already seriously understaffed, I really hope you can come back and lighten the burden for us. "I'll try to find time—" "It's your job, Albert!!" Castro suddenly roared, causing the little tiger to bounce out of his seat, "You're a professional, you should do your job well, not treat it as some kind of dispensable part-time job!" "But I really can't take a break right now-" "Then quit the exam!" "I can't!" Albert replied gloomily, "At least not now!" "Very well, you can just continue this stupid exam!" Vice President Castro glared at Al, turned to the door, and was about to leave: "I'm disappointed in you!" "Wait," Albert asked hurriedly, "There's something I want to ask you." "Tell me, I'm listening. Karst didn't look back.

"Well, let's say, for two cat people, if they look very close, can Meow think that they are related in some way?" "How close are they?" "The coat color is similar, the tiger stripes on the body are similar, and the eye color is the same. "Then you don't need to ask, the two must be close relatives, and they may even be blood relatives. Castro replied as a matter of course: "The Cat People are originally a minority group attached to the Fierce Tooth (Tiger People) people, and their genetic diversity is not large. If two cat people are so similar in color and texture, they must be related. What's the matter, you should know this bit of common sense, do you still need to ask me?" "I know" Tiger plucked up the courage to ask, "Then let me ask you, do you remember what happened to Luffy?" "Luffy, who is Luffy?" "My assistant, that stupid-looking kitten. Albert replied.

"Oh my God—" Castro turned his head to look at Al in disbelief, and said bitterly, "Albert, it looks like you're really sick." "What's that?!" "It's some kind of visual hallucination, or split personality. The vice president continued, "We all know very well that you, as a Warcraft hunter, have always been alone and never brought assistants. Hey, do you remember your title? [Albert the Lone Hunter]. If you go out hunting with an assistant, the title should be cancelled. "But I'm Ruf," Albert was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

It's that mysterious red potion.

During the battle with the [Snow White God], Albert borrowed the red potion from Bedeville and defeated the Snow White God. However, as Bedwell had said, the cost of using that red potion was enormous, and Albert could lose something important in his life.

As a result, Albert lost his assistant, the cat man Luffy. Luffy was implicated in a stray bullet and died tragically, and the boy didn't even recognize Albert before he died.

The fact that "Luffy was Albert's assistant" has been completely twisted by fate from that day on, and has never existed. So the Hunters' Guild didn't know that Albert had this little assistant at all, and they didn't even know about Luffy's deposit!

"Are you alright?" Castro looked at Albert a little worriedly, "Do you need a psychiatrist? "I'm fine, I'm good," the tiger took a few seconds to recover from the shock just now, "Well, well, I want you to help me check if there is a trainee hunter named Luffy in the Hunters' Association." Ruf Kardorov, a fourteen-year-old cat man. "So, this Luffy is no longer your assistant, but a trainee hunter?" Castro laughed, "The Society can't allow the trainee hunter to act alone - whose assistant is he?" "Don't ask too much, just help me find out!" "Help you find out about another hunter's assistant?" "Huh-" the tiger grinned.

"Okay, okay, I'll check it for you. The vice president reluctantly said, "You're such a weirdo, Albert." Suddenly running to participate in some trial of the Knights of the Round Table, leaving behind the hunter's job, and suddenly becoming interested in a feline-man trainee hunter who came out of nowhere, and asking me to risk breaking the rules to investigate--Are you really the Albert I know? The tiger held back his anger and sent Castro away.