1:401 Departure on the Journey (1)

At the same time, the territory of the Turkic people, the home of the herbalist Pav.

"Leopard Terran territory?" said the Elephant Patriarch Tutan, shaking off some ash from the wooden ashtray beside him, and then picked up his long pipe and took a puff. The strong smell of medicinal smoke spreads in the air.

"Even if I could take you there, what if the leopards had just died their patriarch*, and they were still fighting for the position of the next patriarch. If you go now, it will only make things more complicated. (*Note: About a month ago, the last Greek (Leopard Race) chief, Hackett, died at the hands of Grand Duke Hall.) Bediwell thought for a moment, "There's always someone to talk to me about, right? Especially, after knowing the truth about the Egyptian massacre and the shady scenes of the foxes, I think they can calm down and revisit this war-" Tigerman boy Albert couldn't help but interject, "Hackett has three sons, and they are all vying for the position of patriarch, and you want to get involved in their disgusting power war?" The werewolf boy retorted, "I just want to tell them [the truth]. What they ultimately decided, I don't know, and I don't have the right to change it, of course, there is nothing convincing about it coming out of my mouth. If the Tutan patriarch is willing to help say a few words-" The Tutan patriarch listened quietly to the bickering of the two teenagers, and when he saw Bediwell looking at him with expectant eyes, he took a slow puff of his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring: "I'm sorry, but this time, I, the Turkic tribe, want to remain neutral. It is more troublesome for me to talk about this than for you to talk about it. Our clan and the Romani (fox people) do not have a good relationship, and all orcs know about it. If I talk nonsense, it will only get darker and darker. "Bediwell was a little disappointed. But he couldn't expect much, so he had to laugh and say, "Okay, okay—" but Tutan suddenly laughed mischievously, "I have a good idea." Let Pavor go with you. Pavul, the elephant-man herbalist who was preparing herbs on the side, couldn't help but tremble all over his body and knocked over the medicine bowl in his hand.

"It's far away. It's troublesome. Pavor replied coldly, without even turning his head.

"Hehehe, it's too long for you to go by boat, don't make excuses!" Tutan forced, "You're not a small person anymore, it's time to travel around Shijie outside." Pavor was silent for a few seconds. "Order?" "That's right, the Patriarch's order. "To-morrow you will set out and go with the slave ship." By the way, I was able to keep an eye on the goods. Despite the displeasure in her stomach, Paver nodded in agreement.

About four years ago, in a secret research lab in the Everglades.

The apothecary old Paffer stabbed a red-hot, sharp iron stake into the chest of his son, Paffer Jr.

"Woo, it hurts, it hurts!Stop!Daddy, please, stop!" begged the elephant boy. His hands and feet were firmly handcuffed to iron posts, and there was no other way but to beg for mercy with his mouth.

"Bear with me, Hal. Old Pavor didn't stop, but went on to prepare for the next picket. In order to study this anesthetic, he was already in a state of madness.

The smell of burnt meat filled the air, and the flesh on Hal Paffer's chest was sizzling. The stake stabbed more than an inch deep into his chest, scorching his flesh and blood, and he felt like even his own breath was burning.

"You're going to be an adult tomorrow, but you can't show your [value] to the clan. If you continue like this, you will be exiled. Even if you want to be rude, you can help me complete the research on this medicine, which can be regarded as showing your [value], and I don't need to be exiled for the time being. "A bunch of nice words. In fact, all he wants is a guinea pig for testing drugs.

Another stake stabbed into Little Paffer's thigh, grazed past his leg bone, and exited from behind. The pain made him sweat coldly, and he wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet were fixed by iron cuffs, and he didn't move.

"Medicine, give me medicine!" the elephant boy gave in, and he pleaded with his father in a low voice.

"That's a good boy. Old Pavor put the medicine bowl into the mouth of the elephant boy and poured it into little Pavö's mouth: "Drink, drink it all! Vicious narcotics burn the throat.

Goo, goo. Bitter and fishy.

Goo, goo. Tumbling in the guts.

The anesthetic soon took effect, turning the skin of the elephant boy's entire body purplish-red.

This medicine not only relieves pain, but also stops bleeding and promotes wound healing. Of course, it also made the elephant boy delirious and began to say a bunch of nonsense that no one could understand.

In order to test the drug's ability to recover, the pharmacist Pavor Sr. began to scratch his son's body with a knife. The wounds that were cut out would heal in an instant, leaving behind protruding scars.

Old Pavor was not satisfied with the recovery effect of the medicine, so he went to readjust the recipe again, grabbed his delirious son's mouth, and poured the medicine down.

Then, continue to deal more damage, continuing to cycle through damage and recovery.

The elephant boy opened his eyes slightly, and tears flowed down his face. The pain-relieving effect of the drug has long since passed, and every knife cut on his body hurts his heart.

When he was given the medicine for the third time, the elephant boy suddenly felt nauseous, and began to vomit in the river and sea, and vomited out the anesthetic in his stomach.

"Drink!?Why don't you drink it?!—disobedient dead boy!" the father forced his son to drink more medicine. His drug testing is far from over.

The elephant man boy who gritted his teeth, Zuihou was still knocked out of his teeth and forced to open his mouth.

The funnel was in his mouth, and the medicine was poured directly into his throat from the funnel.

After the incident, his father still did not get rid of his hatred, he held a knife in one hand, opened his son's mouth with the other, and picked up the tongue in his mouth: "This is a small punishment." "--Anyway, it's going to regenerate right away, right?

The pain on the tip of little Pavul's tongue stayed forever at that moment—

What makes us so unbearable?

Is it the hardship of life that turns man into a beast?

Or is there a hideous beast that already lives in the heart of man, and if he is given an excuse, he will release the beast from its cage?

What makes us disqualified from being [human] creatures imprisoned in the shadows?

The Elephant Herbalist Pavor got out of his bed, sweating profusely from the nightmare. He felt the smell of blood in his mouth, which he had accidentally bitten into his tongue during a nightmare.

It's incredible. It's my own tongue, but that tongue doesn't hurt anymore.

He got up in the dark, took some herbs and put them in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth with water.

He looked at the two alien teenagers* sleeping on the floor in the bedroom.

(*Note: The elephant people don't have beds, they all make bunks.) He wasn't much older than the two interracial teenagers, but he had experienced [hell] a lot more and much worse than the two teenagers. This makes the Elephant Paffer look a little older.

He hates shijie outside, and even hates communicating with the outside world. He even speaks short and subtle, ignoring it, and doesn't care if others will understand.

There is no hope for this shijie at all. Shijie is darkness. Elephant people, tiger people, fox people, leopard people, even humans.

What the hell are you looking forward to optimistically, boy?

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.