Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1960: Captured by the lake

Chapter 1960 Captured in Huguang (29)

Meanwhile(?), somewhere in the black market of Cairo, inside the base of the Myerson Brotherhood.

"What? Did you find anything?" After waiting patiently for about an hour, Bedivere asked when he saw Academician Zuster again.

"Well, I found some very interesting things." Academician Zuster hurriedly pushed in the door from outside the room, returned the little tiger's boots, and said, "First of all, the clothes that make up this child are It is a kind of high molecular polymer, its structure is extremely complex, it is estimated that it is impossible to find out its composition unless it is sent to a higher-end research institute for in-depth study."

Bedivere took the boot. There was a small cut off the bottom of the boot, and it wasn't cut by a knife, because ordinary knives can't do anything about it. According to the academician's previous words, they should use the technology of laser engraving knife to cut a little material on the boot for analysis.

"Polymer...?" The werewolf youth asked curiously.

"Is it the same as rubber?" Lawrence, lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, interjected.

"This statement is a bit subtle. If you know organic chemistry, I can't explain everything clearly." Academician Zuster seems to have something to say, with a vague contempt of nerds for illiterates in his tone: "But We will consider it as a kind of rubber in a general way for the time being. And this substance is pure silicon-based, which means it is a kind of high molecular silicone rubber."

"So what are you trying to say?" Bedivere asked as he slipped his boots back onto the sleeping Aubert's little feet.

"I can only say that this is not a polymer material that people of our time can produce. The clothes and shoes on this child are extremely heat-resistant, cold-resistant, breathable, insulating, cutting-resistant, and Its elasticity is amazing. I really don't think any country in the world has such a high level of black technology and has been able to produce such advanced polymer materials."

"So, this kid is not Egyptian at all?"

"I don't even think this child belongs to this era at all." Academician Zuster boldly asserted: "Human science and technology are also developing rapidly. In another five or six hundred years, it is estimated that our scientific level will be It is possible to develop the same fabric as this child's clothes."

"What? Do you think he might be someone from the future? Stop joking." The werewolf youth couldn't help laughing: "Do you want me to remind you, Academician? Matter cannot travel through time. It is quite possible to travel from the past to the future. But to bring matter from the future back to the past, the energy required for this kind of travel is more than the sum of all the energy in the universe. This child cannot be from the future. people."

"I just made a small assumption." Academician Zuster shrugged and said, "Anyway, since the clothes he wears do not belong to this era, we can infer him from the material of his clothes. The source of , is obviously impossible. Maybe there are other clues. We can only know the details by sending the samples to higher-end research institutes for analysis."

"You mean, you have to wait a few more days." Bedivere said unhappily.

"Maybe weeks, or even months. It takes a lot of time to analyze such a complex polymer material." Academician Zuster said with a wry smile: "Take this child back first. It's time. We will of course contact you when we arrive, Mr. Bedivere."

"Okay." Seeing that it was impossible to get any help from the Brotherhood, Bedivere could only sigh and was about to pick up the sleeping tiger boy, but Aubert narrowed his eyes. Squinting, woke up.

"Hmm...? Where is Ou?" he muttered, bewildered.

"I'll bring you to this Myerson Brotherhood base, and let these uncles help you find your mother." Bedivere replied, "The uncles are very well-informed and well-informed, and may know your mother. Where is it?"

"Is it meow?" The little tiger got up and wagged his tail: "Then the uncles are so amazing."

"Hey, lad." Lawrence also took the opportunity to get up to Obert at this time, and asked cogently: "Since you have all come here, and the uncles have promised to help you find your mother. Can you describe you a little bit? What does the mother look like? Maybe it can provide some clues for the uncles."

"Okay." The little tiger sat on the edge of the table and kicked his legs playfully, "Have a paper and a pen, Meow? Aubert can draw Mummy's face."

"Of course! I'll give it to you." Academician Zuster took out a notepad from his pocket and took out a pen.

I didn't expect the little tiger to look disgusted: "Hey, there's no big white paper, meow? Not even a pencil? Such a small piece of paper is not good for people to draw."

Bediver held back a laugh.

"Wait a second then, I'll get you paper and pencils." Academician Zuster left with a little depressing.

Bedevier and Lawrence look at each other. The werewolf youth was curious about what the mother of this mysterious tiger man looked like. Being said by Zuster so mysteriously, Obert seems to be someone who has traveled through the distant future. But where did he actually come from? If there were any clues about his mother, maybe they would know a thing or two.

Ten minutes later.

"This~ uh uh, then this..." The little tiger drew on the white paper with great interest.

"Hmm..." Bedivere and others also looked at every stroke and every stroke of Obert's drawing with great interest. It is estimated that there has never been a child in this world who is doing graffiti. It's been so much attention by so many people.

"What a meow!" Then the tiger man boy was a little unhappy, "Uncle, you are staring at other people's paintings like this, people can't concentrate! Don't look at it, I'll see you later!"

"Huh." Academician Zuster held back his laughter and walked away, "I'll get you something to drink. What does little Obert want to drink? Juice or soda?"

"The big brother said that you can't drink soda at night, that carbonic acid will make your teeth lose your teeth." The little tiger was rude: "If it's juice, anything other than lemon juice is fine, but I hate the smell of lemon the most. ."

"Understood, I'll get you a glass of grape juice right away." The academician walked away.

"Said soda." Lawrence also took out two glass bottles from his pocket at this time: "I almost forgot, the old mage asked me to help distribute this."

Bediver looked at the pale green carbonated drink and immediately knew what it was: "Hey, why are you crazy with Logan and the others?"

"The old mage said that if this can be sold in Cairo's market, it will give me 10% of the profit." Lawrence grinned: "The taste of the drink itself is not a problem, and drinking it does relieve the heat. function, I think it can help us make a lot of money."

"Is it true that this thing has no side effects?" Bedivere couldn't help but be a little worried.

Lawrence put the green soda on the table: "Of course there are side effects. This is the first batch of the product, and people feel very sleepy after drinking it. I was so sleepy right after the first trial. Going to bed."

Bediver thought to himself, no wonder Lawrence had been missing since the early evening, and he didn't show up in his room until he found him at night. It turned out that this kid was sleepy after drinking soda and had been sleeping.

Lawrence then put another bottle of light brown soda next to the green soda: "Then this is an improved product. The old mage put a lot of caffeine in the soda, saying that it can counteract the effect of sleepiness, and also used Dozens of fruit recipes improve the aroma of soda. He called this refreshing drink [Photon Coke]. Boss, wait and see, after I sell all the photon Coke samples to the fraternity people to drink, It's sure to be a hit."

"I hope it doesn't kill anyone..." Bedivere muttered.

"You can't drink to death. Photon Coke is popular all over the world." Aubert, who was drawing, suddenly muttered.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing. I'm just talking nonsense." The little tiger knew that he said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly stopped.

Bediver frowned and looked at Obert with a puzzled look.

At this time, Academician Zuster also came back with food: "Okay, here comes the grape juice you ordered. And donuts."

"It's all sweet stuff?" Bedivere couldn't help complaining.

"Nothing, just brush your teeth well at night. Well, I thought you were going to have coffee, what's that on the table?" The academician noticed a bottle of green and a brown bottle of soda on the table.

"This is a test drink of [Photon Cola]---the green one is [sleep aid flavor], and the brown one is [refreshing flavor], welcome to try it." Lawrence came up and started to sell.

"Free? Great." Zuster picked up the brown bottle and poured it into his mouth. After taking a big sip, he sighed [ah], "Oh, oh, I suddenly feel cool and comfortable. Good stuff!"

Then he intends to touch the green bottle.

"You can't drink that." Bedivere hurriedly said, "You'll be sleepy immediately after drinking it."

"We happen to have a colleague who has been working overtime for several days in a row and is too sleepy to sleep. Let him try this."

"I have no opinion." Lawrence took a bite of the doughnut while drinking coffee, the pink sugar on the doughnut sticking to the corner of his mouth: "The sleep aid taste will not let you down. After drinking it. If you think it's good, remember to help spread the word."

Bediver doesn't know where to start ranting.

"------Speaking of which, young man, how's your painting going?" The academician turned to the tiger man boy.

"Da da, the drawing is done!" The little tiger hastily finished with a few strokes, and then raised the drawing paper for everyone to see: "This is the puppet mommy!"

"This is?" Bedivere looked dejectedly at the pointy-eared, long-haired, somewhat fierce, vaguely human-shaped thing on the drawing paper. But aside from pointy ears and long hair, he really couldn't see why.

"Is this a monster?" Lawrence held back his laughter so hard that he almost spit out the food in his mouth.

"It's so rude! This is a puppet mommy!" The little tiger said angrily: "It's so similar to the drawing, how come you guys can't understand it!"

"I thought your mother was, uh, a Khajiit?" Bedivere then asked, "Or at least an orc... huh? But I've never seen an orc like that... ..."

Because it is impossible for humans and orcs to intermarry and have children. Even if Obert's father is a tiger, his mother must be an orc of another race, not a human. Bedivere and Lian Yin have not had children for so many years, and their son is still adopted, that's what happened. Unless Aubert's mother was not the biological mother of the child, she just adopted the tiger boy. God knows.

"Who said Aubert's mummy was an orc!" The little tiger raised his fur unhappily: "Mummy is a elf! And she's a big beauty!"

"Elves?" Bedivere recognized the pointed ears, which turned out to be the ears of elves. Although the little tiger's drawings were really bad, he somehow drew the human features on his mother's face. In other words, his mother was really an elf, with long hair and a face very similar to a human face, only the ears were pointed.

Nevertheless...what's with that savage look. Really see once and laugh once.

Bediver turned his face away and snickered twice, then turned to look at Zuster.

"His mother is an elf, this is a useful clue." The academician tried his best to pretend to be serious and replied: "There are not many elves living in Cairo, relying on the connections of the Brotherhood will definitely be able to find more Lots of clues. Leave this to us."

"Excellent." Bedivere agreed casually, although he knew very well that things would not be so simple. Perhaps, even if the identities of all the elves in Cairo, or even in the whole of Egypt, were investigated, none of the elves met the given criteria and was Aubert's mother.

This teenage tiger man came from an extremely mysterious place, perhaps beyond the realm of [common sense].

"By the way," Bedivere said, "You don't happen to know your mother's name, do you?"

"Well~IndoMTL.com~ Little Tiger shook his head:" Big brother never mentioned it, and Mommy refused to say it. "

"This..."

" But Aubert had used binoculars to see Mommy talking to an uncle before, and looking at the mouth shape, the uncle seemed to ask Mommy to do it, uh------Xia------um, ------ uh uh."

He may not understand lip language, but he's watching carefully, trying to recreate what he saw at the time.

Bediver's face suddenly turned gloomy, maybe it was just intuition, maybe it sounded stupid, but he still asked tentatively: "Could it be, [Chanel]?"

"Oh, that's right, it's [Chanel]!"

The little tiger checked the pronunciation again, "Yes, Mommy's name seems to be [Chanel]!"

Bediver gasped.

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