Chapter 1127: Lost in the Oasis (9)

After being down-to-earth, the leopard warriors finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even he didn't know what was going on with him. Why did the long-lost fear of heights suddenly flare up again? When I was on an adventure with Bedeville and the others, I was not afraid at all when I was flying high in a hot air balloon.

The big cat subconsciously loosened the tie around his neck a little, and then he finally understood what was going on. It's this suit. In the previous adventure, he wore loose clothes, which was very convenient for his movements, and he was able to respond to emergencies in time. But now, this monkey suit restricts the big cat's movement, and his whole body is like being tightly bound by a rope, and he can't cope with emergencies.

Maybe it was instinct, or maybe his body had already seen through it, and when Palamides wore this suit into a tall and dangerous place like the revolving restaurant, Palamides subconsciously felt scared.

Paramidis, who has become an emerald knight, is closer to the "beast" than the other orcs, and his senses are more acute, and he can detect the dangers lurking in his environment early. Thanks to this excessive acuity, Paramides was even more fearful than he had been—at least when he was wearing the restrictive monkey suit.

"Cheer up," he said to himself as he walked towards the outside of the hotel, "There's a dinner tonight, how can you be weak now?" Anyway, there are still about twenty-five minutes before the dinner starts, and the high-speed elevator is also very fast, and you can go back to the Heavenly Realm Restaurant in a few minutes, so there is plenty of time. Maybe a few breaths of the sea breeze will soothe his nerves and calm the frightened beast inside him?

As Palamides paced his small steps towards the beach, a figure sped past the leopard man.

"Wow!" scolded the big cat. Thankfully, he didn't crash into Palamidas. He was wearing this high-end suit on loan, if he was casually scratched and damaged by passers-by for no reason, who should he pay for the money in this suit?

The man seemed to be in a hurry, and sped away despite Palamides' scolding. Judging from his tattered cloth clothes, he must have been from the slums. Although the Cairo Hotel is a gathering place for the wealthy, it is deliberately built next to the beach on the outskirts of the city in order to have a good view. Nearby, however, there is a slum with a scorching scenery, and the occasional slum begs for a haunting thing.

"No! stop him!" Palamides was just about to be distracted, but another voice pulled the big cat's thoughts back to reality: "That man is a thief!!, he snatched my handbag!!" the big cat came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a woman who was talking just now, I guess it's a woman. She was tightly wrapped, a small slit of vision between her turban and veil, and two of her eyes were looking desperately at Palamides.

This is typical of Arab women's attire, and their culture does not allow any part of a woman's skin to be exposed in public, even in such a hot place. Palamides, who had been studying etiquette all afternoon, recognized the woman from her veil and turban as a widow, whose husband had died of natural age.

Palamides looked at the poor woman, who was dressed a little old, with a few patches on her clothes, and then turned to look at the fleeing thief. The thief had already run a long way away, and his back almost completely disappeared under the streetlights of the coast.

"Grandma, that man snatched your handbag?" Paramidis scratched his head and asked helplessly, "I'm afraid that person won't be able to chase him back." How about this, tell me how much your handbag and its contents are worth, and I'll give you the money and let you buy a new one, is it okay?" "No!" The woman's trembling voice came through the veil, slightly indistinct: "The handbag contains my husband's relics, they are priceless to me, and I can't buy them back!" Palamides was stunned for a moment, and looked at the poor old woman again. Then he took off his coat and stuffed it into the old woman's hand: "I understand." Please help me get my clothes, wait here. "Sir, are you going to-?" "Whoosh!!—Before the woman could finish speaking, Palamides was running at full speed, in the direction of the thief's escape!

As one of the fastest of the leopard people, Palamides can travel at supersonic speeds, even if his magic power is sealed, a mere human is no match for him! Moreover, with a keen sense of smell, he can track the smell of thieves, and it is definitely not a problem to chase him to the ends of the earth!

"You boy!-" The big cat caught up in an instant, ran behind the thief and shouted, "Stop!" He didn't bother to pay any attention to the thief, snatched the old woman's handbag and ran back.

"Grandma, this is your handbag!" The big cat ran back with such a speed that it almost frightened the woman: "Please check and see if anything is missing?" "Thank you, young man." The old lady didn't open the bag at all, but just weighed it to make sure there was nothing missing. She probably knew how much the contents of the bag weighed.

Then she glanced at Palamides again, and quickly looked away: "You are really a noble man. In order to help me recover the handbag, I would rather be wronged. "Uh, that's nothing," Palamides knew what the old woman was talking about, and the Leopard Warrior was awkwardly covering the front and back of his crotch with his hands one after the other—

That's right, he was running at full speed just now to chase the thief. And this high-end but extremely delicate suit, of course, could not stand such a rough movement of Palamides, and it cracked a large hole in the crotch, enough to completely expose two-thirds of the crotch of the leopard warrior. Palamides sighed secretly, he was really out of luck. Obviously I'm going to a dinner party soon, but there was an accident at such a time for no reason!

Moreover, the biggest problem is that this [Horus brand] high-end suit was loaned back! If you break it like this, it is estimated that you will have to pay a huge fine! Palamides secretly scolded himself for being a ghost, and there should be a limit to helping others, is he crazy to help people and let himself get into trouble?!

"Are you bothered?" the woman saw the uneasiness on Palamides' face, and asked very directly, "You are kind to me, do you want me to help you mend your pants, grandma?" Palamides couldn't hide the frustration on her face: "It's impossible to repair it." The pants had been torn to this point, and I had a banquet to attend in twenty minutes." Granny, I promise to help you mend your trousers as new, and absolutely no one will see the flaw - or do you not believe in my craft, Granny?" "No, where" out of respect for the elderly, Palamides did not dare to say no. Although he did doubt how good the old woman's craft could be.

Looking at this old woman's dress, I am afraid that she has only worn poor coarse cloth clothes all her life, and she has never known how delicate the cut of such a super high-end brand [Horus brand] is. Is it because of the confidence that comes from ignorance? Palamides couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Well, that's it. The old woman walked towards the alley of the slum: "My old house where I lost my wife is not far away, time is running out, come along." "This—" Palamides wanted to refuse, but on second thought, since his pants were (arguably completely ruined), it would be better to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and let the old woman repair it.

If that doesn't work, Palamides can borrow a pair of her husband's trousers from his grandmother's house to make up the numbers, and as long as the colors are similar, it would be nice to be able to fool around today's dinner party - better than if he was in a hurry to buy new pants from the clothing store now (and the nearby clothing store was long closed)?

Filled with uneasiness, Palamides followed the old woman. They walked a few side streets and alleys in the slums, and finally came to a very inconspicuous square in front of it. Under the dim and yellowed street lamp, the old woman slowly took out the key and opened the door.

"Come in. Don't dislike it. The old woman pushed open the door and walked in, explaining as she went: "This old house has not been inhabited for a long time, and today is my husband's death, so I only occasionally come back to mourn." "I see, it's really disturbing. Palamides crept into the room in an awkward position with his hands in front and back on his crotch.

The grandmother said it was dirty, but it wasn't at all.

Although the house is poor and dilapidated, although the ceiling walls are cracked and yellowed, the house is very clean and tidy, the tablecloth and bed sheets in the entire living room (which is also the bedroom) are very clean and white, and the floor is spotless, and there is no feeling of being dusty for a long time. A faint scent of lavender fills the house, and it is estimated that the owner of the house often sprays the room with some kind of antiseptic and mildew spice purified by natural plants to prevent the corners of the walls from becoming moldy due to the lack of sunlight for a long time.

Although the grandmother is right, there has been no one living here for a long time, and there is a cold feeling of lack of popularity, but maybe the grandmother or her neighbors and friends have come back regularly to clean up.

All in all, it's a very neat house. The people who live here are never down, no matter how poor they are, and they are very good at living.

The old woman sat down at the table, opened her handbag, and said in a tone as calm as the windless sea, "All right, young man. Take off your pants and sit on a stool to wait. ＂