Chapter 1380: Trapped in the Trick (52)

At the same time, the Grand Hotel in Cairo, Egypt.

"Come on--you lazy cat~" Albert carried the sleeping Mutt back to the hotel room, and immediately threw the cat-man boy on the sofa as soon as he returned.

"Whew. Finally a burden was dropped, and the tiger breathed a sigh of relief.

Mutt was still asleep, and it seemed that he would not wake up easily for a moment. And Albert can only wait here for the cat man boy, can't he go anywhere? It's troublesome. The tiger thought about his next move. He wanted to go to Chanel, report everything he had encountered today to the elf girl, and then discuss the next action with Chanel. But it was just a quarter past noon, and Albert couldn't determine whether Chanel was in her hotel room. It seems very abrupt to go to Chanel like this.

The tiger couldn't help but walk up to a large mirror in the living room and take a few photos. His current morals are terrible, he is still wearing a jersey, and he is covered in stains and the smell of sweat. In addition, after the war, his whole tiger's hair was fluffy and messy, and he didn't trim the length, so if he went to find a girl like this, I'm afraid he would only be made fun of.

No way, let's take a shower first. Albert scratched his head and walked to the huge bathroom that was outrageously luxurious.

"Ding Dong!" but no sooner had one of his tiger legs stepped into the bathroom door than the doorbell rang.

Well, it was Chanel who took the initiative to come to Albert. It's really not a coincidence, the tiger can't help but hide his face. If he had known that this would happen, he should have rushed into the bathroom to wash it up. Now it's too late, and the young tiger man can only meet Chanel with his dirtiest and smelliest side.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" The frequency of the doorbell became more and more urgent, and the people outside the door were obviously starting to get impatient.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Albert hurried to answer the door. I don't even have time to use deodorant to cover up the smell of sweat on my body.

However, after opening the door, Albert was the vice president of the Warcraft Hunters Association, Castro. Albert breathed a sigh of relief, but his nerves tensed.

"What made you spend so much time?" Tiger ** Han looked at Albert coldly.

"Why are you here, Vice President?" Albert asked in surprise.

"Are you stupid? Of course I went to your room to look for you, and then was told by the hotel staff that you had moved to a special deluxe room on the top floor. Ignoring Albert's dissuasion, Vice President Castro walked straight into the room and looked around: "Oh, you kid is quite capable! What kind of magic did you use on the owner of this hotel to make him give you one of the best suites here?-hmm? The personal assistant for sports training arranged for me by Daddy Sphinx. Albert explained briefly, "He's very badly injured and needs to recuperate, can you speak quietly?" Vice President Castro snorted, scaled down the volume, and at the same time wandered around the living room of the room, specifically examining the unnoticed corners, as if looking for the traces of cameras and eavesdroppers.

However, he found nothing, and the room was not monitored. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Albert, "Remember what you asked me for yesterday? "Oh?" Albert snorted lightly in response, but absentmindedly glanced at the sleeping cat-man boy Mutt, "Could it be—" "That's the information." Castro took out a secret document from the inside pocket of his coat: "Apprentice Monster Hunter, Thirteen-year-old of the Cat-People-" "Wait!" The tiger immediately interrupted uneasily, and moved to the other side of the luxurious hall: "Let's go to the balcony and talk again, okay?" "What the hell, mysterious." Castro followed Albert to the balcony at the end of the hall. Outside this balcony is the beautiful view of the Mediterranean Sea, and on this 100-storey balcony, they do not feel the noise of the wind at all, because the Cairo Grand Hotel uses some kind of protective cover to slow down the wind outside the balcony.

"Luffy the Catman," Castro said, sitting on a lounge chair on the balcony, before he began to explain, "Thirteen years old, male, low-level apprentice Warcraft hunter. His current whereabouts are unknown. The Hunters' Guild had already issued a search order for Luffy when it noticed that he had not returned for his regular report. But this kid is only a trainee hunter after all, and his status is so low, I don't think anyone really cares about getting a child back who has gone missing in the wilderness, right?" Albert listened quietly, not commenting. Although he heard Castro's merciless evaluation, his heart ached like a knife.

"However, the rest of the material is much more interesting. Castro continued to read the document, "Generally speaking, trainee hunters are not allowed to go out on missions at will. Trainee hunters must team up with a veteran hunter of the A level or higher and act together as a servant of that veteran hunter so that they can serve their seniors while also gaining some experience and remuneration for their missions - completely different from someone who would never team up with anyone else, hehe. Albert agreed. Of course he knew this little thing. When he first debuted with a child who didn't understand anything, he acted together as Castro's servant.

However, this Mr. Luff has never teamed up with anyone. At least not in the official records. Vice President Castro continued: "Trainee hunters are not allowed to go into the wilderness to take on missions without being accompanied by a veteran hunter. However, the child had already taken on many tasks and made it back alive. Who his partner was, and whose hands approved it, is a mystery. "It's not a mystery. Albert knew it in his heart. Because Luffy is the Tigerman's young partner—at least until fate is changed, they are. It seems that the red potion that Bedwell gave Albert to drink, although it was able to change the fate of Al and Luffy, so that the tiger youth and his little servant would never have any intersection in their lives, but this process [of changing fate] was not perfect. It leaves behind a lot of [paradoxes]: some paperwork records that show that Albert and Luffy once worked together. Even though Albert's name is not in the document, it does state in the document, [Luffy and a veteran hunter went out on such and such a mission].

"He was seen in the Western Siberian snowfields, near Lake Onega. Albert said indifferently: "I saw him when I was on a mission around there, but he was already in a very bad condition at that time, and he could not be saved. I buried him on the shore of that glacial lake. The expression of the vice president of the Hunters' Association gradually deepened: "So you do know the whereabouts of that little ghost." Why didn't you report it to us sooner?" "Remember meow? Albert gave Castro a blank look: "But you stuffed my carrier pigeon into the pot and stewed it, damn it." "Oh, yes—" Castro smiled as soon as he remembered it, "I'm sorry." The kind of old carrier pigeon that is about to retire is really unreliable, and there is no way to lose the letter. Albert couldn't help but be depressed: "You should change to a better method of communication, and you still use carrier pigeons in the era of meow." "The Hunters' Guild has always been short on funds, and we'll talk about that later. Castro grinned, "Okay, I'll send someone to the vicinity of Lake Onega to retrieve that kid's bones and send them back to his hometown for burial." Then again, what a poor child. He is the only son in the family, and he has a sick mother to take care of. If he dies like this, his mother will probably be heartbroken and fall into the abyss of despair. Hearing Vice President Castro's careless words, Albert's face changed: "He has a mother?!" I heard him say that he has become an orphan" "Don't ask me." At least the official records say that Mr. Ruffy has a mother, but I don't know what the truth is. The vice president shrugged irresponsibly: "If you care so much, take the time to see how his mother is? You helped bury the boy, and according to tradition, it is your duty to return his remains to his hometown so that he can see his family." The tiger's heart felt indescribably sour: "Let's take a look at it later, and then we will talk about it when you recover the child's bones." "Hmph. You're not willing to give up this stupid Knights of the Round Table Trial anyway, are you? Castro looked at Albert tentatively: "I don't want to hit you, after all, it is a commendable thing for young people to make up their minds to do one thing consistently." However, this year's [Great Hunting Festival] is just around the corner. At that time, the Hunters' Association will urgently gather all the hunters sent out, even you. If you're going to participate in the [Great Hunting Festival], do you really have time to play knight games here?" "What's that?!" Albert was shocked again: "But shouldn't [the Great Hunting Festival] be meowed at the end of autumn every year?!!Why is Meow so much earlier this year?It's only early spring now!?"

"I don't know. Castro shrugged his shoulders irresponsibly again: "Because of the weather changes?Because people have overexploited the natural environment, which has angered the monsters?In short, this year's monsters are extremely restless, and there have been small-scale riots in the far east, and a caravan of rabbits camped near there has been killed." According to President Nitro's calculations, the [Great Riot] will happen in a week, and if we don't gather our people and start the [Great Hunting Festival] by then, we will lose the opportunity to slaughter the army of monsters. You should know exactly what that means. ＂