Chapter 1422: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (Thirty-Eight)

"Cough, cough, cough!" Rosetta the Queen of Jewels said this, which really startled Palamides.

The big cat was drinking coffee, and was so frightened that he almost choked on half of the coffee. His intense cough caught the attention of almost the entire café until he waved his hand to the waiter who rushed over to indicate that he was okay.

"What did you just say?" Palamides wiped the coffee on the table with a paper towel and hurriedly asked, "What is Daddy Sphinx?!"

"Looks like I'm going to have to describe things clearly from beginning to end before you can understand them. Rosetta smiled wryly.

Three hundred years ago.

A woman who has just died of her husband is quietly remembering the happy days she used to live with her man on the shores of the Mediterranean.

Beside the woman was a light boat, beautifully crafted and gilded with flowers, and her recently dead husband. Her husband, who was actually an old man, at least seventy years old, died of a heart attack on a quiet night. It was old age and death, and he walked very peacefully.

And this woman, because of her elven blood, has a long life, and when her husband left, she still looked like a young girl in her teens, except for the black widow's dress and the sad look on her face, which slightly set off her old age.

Reluctantly. She looked at her husband, who was sleeping forever in the boat, but she couldn't get the boat out anyway.

Originally, this sea burial was supposed to be held early in the morning. When the boat was thirty yards from shore, she would activate the ignition device on the boat and burn the boat, so that her husband's body would rise into the sky with the smoke, and the ashes would be scattered in every corner of the Mediterranean, merging with the whole ocean.

But how to give it up?

She didn't want to see her husband turn to ashes, even though that was inevitable.

How to give it!

Looking at the man she loved, looking at his old but vivid face, the woman felt as if the old man was still alive.

Maybe he was mistaken, maybe he didn't have a heart attack at all, he just overslept.

Maybe it can be saved.

There she waited quietly, as if she thought that a miracle would really happen and bring her lover back to life again. And so on and so on, and so on, for hours. The morning passed, and noon came, and the warm Egyptian sun shone down, dispelling the twilight of the seaside, as if urging her to do it as soon as possible.

In fact, she was clearer to everyone that her husband was indeed dead and could not have come back to life. Because this is aging, this is the years, and she looks at the growing wrinkles on her husband's face day after day, year after year, and knows that the time that has passed cannot be turned back.

This is aging, this is death. Humans, such pathetic, short-lived creatures.

Yet the woman still couldn't let her husband go. Every glance is the last, and yet every glance has not been seen enough. If she didn't bury her at sea soon, her husband's body would stink and rot, but how could she bear to set fire to it?

So, noon passed and evening came. This already unfrequented beach has become even more deserted. After a day of exposure, the flowers on the boat were a little dry, but fortunately, her husband's body was padded with a special magic ice cube, and the low temperature kept the body intact, and it still did not start to rot and stink.

But it still won't work like this. The woman sighed. She couldn't believe that she had been staring at her husband's body all day. She sighed again and gently pushed the boat.

This time it's really goodbye. No matter how deep the love was, no matter how reluctant to give up, you still need to say goodbye when it's time to say goodbye.

Just as the woman was about to send the boat into the water and start the sea burial, something floated on the surface of the sea far away in the Mediterranean.

The woman frowned, looking out in the afterglow of the setting sun, trying to see what the thing was.

This look startled her.

That's a head. Lion's head!

Drifting with the water, the lion's head soon floated to the shore and docked feebly on the beach.

Was it part of the carcass of a lion? was it the cruel severed head of some poor prey in the distance, which had been brutally cut off by the hunters? Why did animal heads cross the ocean to such a place?

However, upon closer inspection, the head was different from an ordinary lion's head.

It's still alive!?

Although it was not breathing, although it looked blue and dying, the corners of its eyes were twitching slightly, and its jaw was twitching slightly, as if to say to people that it was not dead and that it wanted to live.

It's not an animal. Although it appears to be the head of a lion, it has clear eyebrows and some facial features that differ from those of a real beast.

It's an orc. Or maybe it's the head of an orc!

Women had heard the legend that orcs would live for a week after their heads were cut off. Regardless of whether this legend is true or not, the head of the lion man in front of the woman is indeed alive and remains alive

What an amazing vitality this is!

So, at that moment, a crazy and terrible idea sprouted in the woman's heart!

Perhaps, her husband will still be able to [live]!

Perhaps, sewing this lion's head into her dead husband's body will [save] her husband!

Maybe the [happiness] she had been hoping for would come back again!-

And this time it's going to be even longer!

With this crazy idea in mind, the woman did something extremely crazy.

She recovered her husband's body in the small boat that was supposed to be sent to the sea for burial and burned!

Taking advantage of the night, she took her husband's body and the lion's head and hid in her basement in the slum!

In it, she began a crazy operation that was shocking. She cut her husband's head off the corpse and used the silk of her treasured, extremely rare desert demon silkworm, to attach the lion's head to her husband's headless body!

Even though she was a seamstress and knitter with incredible talent, it took her an entire night to complete the huge [operation]. By sunrise, she was so tired that she almost collapsed.

Then she looked at the thing lying on the operating table, the lion-headed, human-body monster, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She naively thought that doing so would bring back her husband. However, she looked at the monster-like body, and the more she looked at it, the more terrifying she felt.

It wasn't that catching the lion's head brought back her dead husband. Quite the opposite!

That lion's head is [taking] her husband's body!

The slear, wrinkled old body, which originally belonged to the seventy-year-old, gradually regained its youth, its muscles became strong and strong, and even its skin became smooth and elastic! It seemed that some kind of active substance was released from the lion-man's skull, and spread all over the body of the newly connected human body, so that the old body of the seventy-year-old was reduced to the young body of twenty or thirty years old!

But the woman knew very well that this was not her husband! This was not her husband, this was the lion orc!

She went to see the severed head of the man over there, sealed in a glass container and culture fluid. That's her husband, and he's really dead!

She was just hot-headed and put her husband's body on the lion's head!

Why is she so stupid!!, the woman only woke up. It was obviously impossible to save her husband!

All she did was cheapen that lion's head!

All of this she did was as if she had been hypnotized and unconsciously!-

Hypnosis?!

At that moment, the lion's head woke up. Or maybe it's not a lion's head anymore, it's already a lion-headed monster, neither human nor orc, a pure hybrid monster.

He couldn't speak yet, but he turned his head slightly, opened his eyes, and glanced at the woman.

The woman panicked, hugged her husband's only remaining head, and fled from the scene of the incident!

After that, the woman finally relented and buried her husband at sea. Although, it was only one of her husband's heads that was left on the boat and eventually burned to ashes by the fire. After that, the woman tried to go back to the house to find the lion-headed monster. But the monster had fled and disappeared.

The lion's head that floated from afar came back to life and stole the body of the woman's dead husband. Since then, the woman has not seen the lion-headed monster again.

It wasn't until decades later that a new force emerged in Egypt. A strange-looking lion-headed man, the guy who calls himself [Daddy Sphinx], made a name for himself in the underworld and eventually became the richest man in Egypt.

"That's it. That's the end of my story. Rosetta smiled, picked up her cup, and took another sip of her coffee.

After listening to the story of Rosetta, the queen of jewels, Palamides was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He tried to take a sip of coffee to suppress his shock, but it took a lot of effort to prevent himself from choking on the coffee he drank: "So the part below the head of the Sphinx is the body of your first husband?

"You don't have to believe it, it's just a story. Rosettapi said with a smile: "There is no second person in the world who will believe such a story that transcends reality." ＂

"No," Paramides tried to breathe a sigh of relief, "I believe you." ＂

Because, he used to see it.

It's hard to believe, but Palamides had seen something similar before-

Elaine the White Bear.