Chapter 1381: Trapped in the Trick (Fifty-Three)

Albert frowned. The Trial of the Round Table seems to have a long way to go. This kind of difficult trial will certainly not be completed in a week.

If the [Great Hunt Festival] does take place a week later, it means that Albert will have to choose between the [Great Hunt Festival] and the [Trial of the Round Table], and there is no way to do both.

The Warcraft Hunters Association is very strict about this annual [Great Hunting Festival]. All hunters who can participate must be forced to participate in this event, after all, it is a major event to gather the power of all the hunters in the association and do a life-and-death decisive battle with the ** Warcraft army.

If any hunter is able to participate in the [Great Hunting Festival] and deliberately does not go, no matter how high his status in the guild, the Beast hunter will inevitably have his license revoked, and he will be disqualified from becoming a Monster Hunter forever - and even spurned by his colleagues for the rest of his life. This would have been catastrophic even for Albert.

But if he took part in the [Great Hunting Sacrifice], he would have to withdraw from the [Trial of the Round Table]. All the efforts he has made so far have been in vain—

Are you kidding!

Albert had hundreds of millions of insects and ants gnawing in his heart, panicked, helpless, and overwhelmed, and painful as a knife and difficult to calm down. Fate loved to tease him too much, and it had been since a long, long time ago. It was as if all his efforts had been in vain, and all his suffering had been in vain.

What the hell should I do?!

"I know you're going to have struggles, and I know you can't make up your mind right now. Castro looked at Albert and sneered cruelly and gently, "But I know that you will eventually come back for the Great Hunting Festival." You don't end up with the Knights of Great Britain or the world of the rich. Your destination will always be in the Dawn Realm, in our Warcraft Hunters Association.

Remember the first time we went out to take on a mission not long after the Hunters Guild was created? It's a masterpiece. Just enough for each of us to buy a piece of bread. But you ate that loaf of bread so deliciously that you almost snatched another loaf of bread from my hand and ate it. Al, I know you're not in this dangerous and thankless job for the sake of wealth and honor. Because the Dawn is your home, your home, and you just want to protect it, right?" Albert was speechless.

"I went back. Vice President Castro saw that the account had been explained, so he did not stay any longer: "We will see you in Budapest in a week." "But—" Pound. The vice president closed the door and left. He was never the kind of person who would listen to what was being said.

Albert was depressed, and there was one more thing to worry about.

At the same time, Mutter also woke up, perhaps because the door was slammed too loudly as Castro left. The cat-man boy got up from the bed and rubbed his eyes, "Huh here?" "Are you awake?" Albert tried his best to pretend to be natural, and walked to his bedside to hide the papers about Luffy in his hand, "You little bastard can really sleep, it took me a lot of effort to carry you all the way back to the hotel from the sandboat." "Uh, sorry. The cat-man boy slowly got up: "Uh-uh, the muscles all over my body hurt." "Of course. After all, Mutter had been poisoned and had been in a state of strong convulsions. Uncontrolled and excessively tense muscles for a long time will strain tendons and tear muscle fibers during the tightening process, and the sequelae it will bring are no less severe than cutting and burning.

"If you don't feel well, just lie down a little longer. Albert persuaded, "I'm just going to take a shower, you want to wash the meow together?" Mutter's face suddenly flushed: "Y-Are you an idiot?" "I'm serious. But the tiger said with a straight face: "Anyway, if you want to take a bath, you have to remove the bandage, right? After removing the bandage, your hands and feet will be weak again, and you will not be able to move, right? I think it is better to throw you into the bath first, and then fish you up and dry after a while." "I'm not a puppet!" Mutter protested.

"Hahaha, not a puppet, but a kitten. The tiger went over and helped the cat-man boy up and walked in the direction of the bathroom: "Oh my God." You really stink to death. Mutt's face flushed, but he didn't resist. Maybe he really can't stand the smell of sweat on his body, and he wants to take a shower.

However, as soon as he stepped into the luxurious bathroom with one of his cat legs, he immediately pushed Albert away: "Alright, you get out quickly." I'll wash first. "Huh!?" The tiger was quite dissatisfied: "You girl, it turned out that you were pretending to be tired in order to monopolize the bathroom!" "Maybe." Mutter slammed the door shut: "I'm going to take a shower, don't break in, you pervert!"

"Damn!" the tiger grinned. His wishful thinking didn't work, and he had planned to take a shower as soon as possible and settle Mutt, so he went to Chanel to report the situation. Now that Mutt is awake, not only does he hinder Albert from taking a bath, but he will definitely stick to him all day, so it will be very inconvenient for him to talk to Chanel.

You have to find a way to put the kitten to sleep and then take the opportunity to slip away. But how, exactly?

The tiger thought and thought, but had no clue. He couldn't leave the suite at the moment, so he was bored, so he had to go to the living room and turn on the TV to watch the show. Of course, he doesn't watch TV aimlessly. What he wanted to see most was of course a replay of the first knockout match of the Roundtable Trial yesterday.

Bedeville vs. Rogan the Mage, Paramides vs. Swordsman Syren, Segrade vs. Viscount Lustford - and even Elaine the White Bear vs. Moren the Scimitar Warrior, Albert watched in fast-forward. He looked at it and felt drowsy, and his eyelids were about to droop—"Uh, Mr. Albert?" A cat meow came from the bathroom: "Help, help!" Albert, who was almost asleep, immediately got up on the couch and scratched his head in annoyance: "That little fool" He knew that Mutter would die alone in the bathroom.

The tiger walked to the bathroom and was about to push the door in, only to find that the bathroom door was locked.

"It's just a bath, you still lock the door!" the tiger man was furious.

"I'm sorry! I locked it with my hand!" Mutter's voice came from the bathroom, sounding rather anxious: "Can you bang on the door and come in? He aimed his right shoulder at the center of the bathroom door, got ready, and immediately charged towards the door!

A bang made a loud noise. However, the tiger's impact seemed to have no effect on the door at all, and the seemingly fragile obsidian gilt door was unimaginably strong!

"Bastard. Why does Meow want to use this meow hard thing to make a bathroom door!?I'm really afraid that there will be a ** to break in!?" Albert was in a hurry. He was just about to get his Storm Blade and tried to smash the bathroom door with a single shot.

But he suddenly remembered that this luxury suite was the most luxurious room in the Cairo Hotel, and the interior decoration was often worth millions of sky-high prices. When a shotgun strikes, those large-caliber steel balls will not only smash the door, but also bullet everywhere, destroying the wall and some of the home decoration! Now that the Sphinx daddy treats Albert like a guest, he will let the tiger live here for free. But God knows which day they turn their faces, and whether Daddy will kick Al out of this suite?—— only then to find out that the bathroom door has been broken by a gun, and ask Albert to accompany him, but the tiger can't afford to sell himself ten thousand times!

Darn. The tiger man boy scratched his head. If you can't force your way through it head-on, you can only invade the bathroom from the side. He cast his gaze on the balcony. Yes, if you climb through the balcony, you can indeed go around to the other end of the bathroom and enter through the exposed floating platform in the bathroom.

It's just a matter of height. The tiger ran to the edge of the balcony, glanced down, and shivered. From here, you can see the invincible sea of the Mediterranean Sea about 1,000 feet down, and you can also see the people moving like ants on the shore. Falling from here is no joke, even with Albert's physique, he will definitely fall to the flesh and blood (in fact, as long as he can't fly, he will fall to pieces).

But the balcony and the bathroom are only two yards apart, which is the kind of distance that can be jumped over at will. Coupled with the fact that there is a protective shield on the outside, even at such a high level, the wind is not strong. No problem, jump.

Albert climbed onto the balcony railing and jumped hard!

He reached out and grabbed the guardrail of the bathroom float opposite.

Whew!—— but the wind around him suddenly became stronger, startling Albert. The range that the protective cover can cover is actually very limited, half a yard away from the balcony, and the protective cover can't block the storm outside!

Albert was almost blown away by the strong wind, but he was well-trained and instantly adjusted his posture and clamped his legs! What a scissor leg! He relied on his strong leg strength to clamp the bathroom platform tightly! The tiger made a pull-up flexion and extension and climbed in from the edge of the platform. He let out a long sigh, glad he was able to come back from the ghost gate!

"Muth?" Albert walked into the bathroom from the floating platform, scanning the empty bathroom as he called out the name of the cat boy, "Where did you go?" "This is here!" The cat boy's voice came from the bath, extremely indistinct, as if it came from the water.

"Muter!" Albert hurried over, only to see the cat-man boy whose body was almost completely immersed in the bath water!