Chapter 533: Duel with the Holy King (4)

"General Sernas. The Gaian knight Kador stood up and saluted, tearing off his cloak and draping it over the werewolf boy, "Don't be surprised, this kid is not sensible. Bedi protested loudly, "Why do you treat my friend Albert like this?!" Get him out of jail!" "I'm sorry, we can't. The Liliang lurking in this Hungarian is too dangerous. Sernas had a haughty look on his face, and did not take Bediwell seriously at all.

The werewolf boy said angrily: "Oh, the liliang hidden in my body is also dangerous, after all, I am also [Hungarian]. Are you going to put me in a cage too?" "On a deeper level, that's a good proposition. Sernas said as he fumbled with his figure-of-eight nonsense.

"Whoa!!" Bediwell grinned angrily, if he hadn't been jerked by Kador, the werewolf boy would have pounced on him and bitten Sernath.

"Huh. Take care of your dogs, Pantoracan knights. I don't want it to get in trouble in town. Sernas said as he stared at Kador, glancing at Albert again, "As for him." I'll send someone to clean him later. Everything had to be stripped of him, lest he had hidden his weapon somewhere. "What? you dare!?" Bediwell was even angrier, "what do you think Al is? Prepare him with a set of warm clothes, you know?!" "Oh, I was going to do that. But it seems that you Hungarians have a habit of running naked," Sernas looked at Bedivel sarcastically, "and let you carry forward this great national spirit." "Whoa!!" The werewolf boy was really angry this time, and he lunged at General Sernas.

A muffled fist struck Bediwell firmly in the stomach. The werewolf boy suddenly felt dizzy, and fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

"I'm sorry, General Sernas. The Grand Duke of Hall carried Bedeville on his shoulder, "This kid is really ignorant. Don't worry about a child. "Hmph, if you knights of Pantoraken can manage internal discipline, I don't have to worry about such trivial matters at all. Sernus put away his half-sheathed sword, "Grand Duke Hall, how many of the thousand soldiers you brought out this morning have returned? "Feel free to do whatever you want. Hale replied coldly, watching Cernas move away from the place.

"Alas. Hale asked Bedi to sit down on the bench and cast a magic spell to wake up the werewolf boy: "What are you thinking, young man, to provoke Cernas?! Do you really want to die?!" Bediwell came back to his senses and saw that Hale was questioning himself, knowing that it was Hale who had knocked him unconscious just now. If it weren't for that, Bedi would have been the ghost of General Sernas.

"But," said the werewolf boy, his stomach aching, "that bastard trying to strip Al naked" "I'm fine, Bedi, really." Albert whispered, "You don't have to worry about me. Just get Deanna out of here. She's the key to peace talks between the leopard people and humans, isn't she?" "That leopard girl is very good. Without waiting for Bedi to answer, Grand Duke Hall hurriedly said, "She has woken up, and it is estimated that she will be able to disembark in two days." Once we've proven that she's no threat to humanity, we'll find a way to get her back into Grek territory. "That's what you said, old man!" Albert glared at Hale with his big ice-blue eyes, "but keep your promise." "Definitely. Hall, winking at Kador, pulled the paralyzed Bediwell away.

Late at night, the medical room of the [Silver Shadow] ship.

The leopard warrior Palamides watched his sleeping sons through the glass of the survival pod. His eyes were filled with sadness and anger.

Vivien tried to comfort her husband, "Don't do that, Palami. We'll find a way to save the kids. Even if all else fails, I'll be fine—" "No, no!" Palamedis vetoed flatly, "if you turn them into emerald knights, they'll be dead." They are still young, and they should have children and start a family when they grow up, how can they become an undead monster like me who can't have children-" The woman's face sank: "You are not a monster. You're—" "The Walking Dead, yes. Palamedis interrupted.

Vivien stopped talking.

What is life and death in fact, what is life, and what is the standard by which [living] should be defined? These are questions that no one can answer.

He's still minding. He is still unable to fully accept his own heterogeneous existence. He lives, but he doesn't think he's really alive.

And his wife could do nothing but be silent. The leopard man needs time to come to terms with what he is now, and his confusion can only be solved by himself, and no matter what others say or do, they can't help.

"Leave me alone. Palamides commanded in a low voice.

Vivien nodded and left the infirmary.

The Leopard Man pressed his hand against the glass panel of the life support pod, and a chill spread from the glass to Palamides' palm.

He constantly blamed himself for his stupidity, and cursed in his heart that he shouldn't have handed over his children to someone who didn't deserve to be trusted.

But he also knew that there was no other option, and that it was all force majeure - which made him feel even more guilty about his powerlessness.

Just as Palamides was in a trance, dazed and at a loss, a voice rang out behind him: "I'm sorry about all this-" Palamides recognized the voice of the man who spoke behind him, and he pressed his hand to the handle of the dagger at his waist, almost trying to kill him: "I said, don't appear in front of me again, Argus." Do you really want to die that much?" "Calm down and let me finish." Argus took a few steps back and spoke in a calm tone, "What if I told you that there might be another cure for the plague?" "Oh?" said Palamit, snorting suspiciously, assuming a "just listen" attitude.

"Have you ever heard of the legend of [the mandala grass]?" Argus asked suddenly.

"Do you mean [human face grass]?" The mandala grass looks like a turnip, with only the branches and leaves on the surface. However, as soon as someone pulls its roots out of the dirt, one will see a face that looks like a real person, and that one even makes a human expression (and usually a horrified one).

The biggest problem is that its screams can cause all creatures within ten yards to bleed to death, and it will take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

It was a magical herb that was somewhere between a creature and a plant, though it was just a legend.

Palamides snorted disdainfully: "Indeed, it is said that the mandala grass can cure all diseases, but that is only a legend after all, does such a thing really exist? I saw it once when I was younger, in the Everglades. "Its screams didn't kill me, but it kept me unconscious for a long time, and by the time I woke up, it had fled." It must be a good mandala grass, all we need is more soundproofing equipment to catch it-" "You're talking nonsense, you know?" said Palamides dismissively. The events of the past made it impossible for Paramides to trust Argus anymore, and in his opinion, everything Argus said was nonsense, empty and unjustified.

"Listen, I want to save those who are suffering from the plague as much as you do, and it's not just your sons. Argus crossed his arms and showed an uncompromising attitude, "I'll leave for the Everglades tomorrow, whether you come to help or not." If you don't come, I won't have to give you the mandala grass I find, and I can use it to save more people. Palamides' whole body trembled.

"You don't have a better way to save your children, do you? In that case, what else is there to worry about, but this is the only way to try your luck, right?" Although he was very unwilling, Palamides had to admit that Argus was right.

"When are you leaving tomorrow?" asked the panther in a low voice.

"The sooner the better, early in the morning. I hope you'll give me a ride. Argus replied unemotionally, "By the way, I'm grateful to you for bringing Bagus back." I thought he was dead - when are you going to thaw him out of the ice?" Let's wait until Vivien has completely removed the [Chaos Blood] from his body. Palamides replied casually.