Chapter 1271: Hunting Devil in the Night (14)

Chapter 1271 Hunting the Devil in the Night
At the same time, Egypt.
After the casino, Albert walked behind Mutter and went all the way into the slums outside Cairo.
But slums? Is Mutter’s home in this slum? Is this possible? Albert's heart was full of doubts, but he did not dare to ask for an exit. Perhaps the slum is just a cover, and Mutter’s home is a mansion with hidden mystery. God knows it.
"Come on." The cat-and-boys stopped in front of a tattered small stone house. He took the key out of the sports bag and opened the ruined wooden door in front of the hut.
When pushing the door in, Albert could hardly believe his eyes. The house is as simple as its appearance, without any mystery, nor is it worth hiding something valuable.
There is only one bed in the house, a wardrobe, a chair and a table, and a slightly worn woollen carpet. The wooden bed looked old and falling apart, and Albert couldn't help but worry that the bed would collapse because of his weight when he sat up.
Mutter walked to the closet and took off his soaked pants and underwear.
Except for a broken and rusted refrigerator, the only electric appliance in the house left the chandelier on the ceiling. It is dark and old, it is not a qualified light source, but also caused various moths to sway on the bulb, so that the whole room flickers in the moth. The only benefit of poor lighting is that the cat-boys who are bare-chested are not so embarrassed.
In short, this is a home that is extremely poor. Mutt lived the life of the poor below the standard, and even lived more than most people in Egypt.
"I really don't understand." Albert looked away from the cat's young man's tail and finally couldn't help but ask: "You are not a Sandy Sphinx player? Sphinx is old.爹Every game will pay you a lot of money at the end of the game, then why are you still poor?"
"Nonsense." The cat man was a white tiger.
He picked up a piece of cloth and wiped his armpit, and dried up the soaked lower body: "The game is to win, there will be a bonus, and the Sphinx is rewarded for watching the player's performance. The rewards can't be too exaggerated, so you don't have hundreds of thousands of people per game, as you might imagine."
After he got it, he put on his clean underwear and took a long breath: "And, the bonus given by the old man, I won't have a penny."
"What?!" Albert only felt incredible. There are people in the world who don’t want to give money to him.
"Daddy is my benefactor, he redeemed me from the hands of the last slave master. The last slave owner was so bad to me, I was almost killed by him. If it wasn't the old Sphinx He saved me, I can’t stand in front of you now, telling you these words.
When Mutter talked about this, there was some kind of blind sly in his eyes, like a in fear:
So, No matter how many rewards the old lady gave me, I don't want it. I just need to maintain the pocket money for basic life, and this money can be earned as long as I work at the Cairo Hotel."
The tiger frowned and always felt that something was wrong.
"So, Sphinx dad used money to buy you back from the last slave owner. You are no longer a slave, but still work for the Sphinxs almost free of charge, intend to die?" Need me to remind you? How much difference does your current identity have with slaves?"
"The difference is big," Mutt said, screaming at the tiger: "I like it. I don't have a whip to force me to do anything I don't want to do. I am free." You know? Hey and the chain can't bind me. The only thing that binds me is my respect for the Sphinx. I can do anything for him."
Albert was silent for a while. This question he wanted to ask a long time ago, but because Mutter is a sphinx, the tiger has been afraid to ask: "So if Sphinx wants you to kill and set fire, do some illegal activities, you Will you do it without hesitation?"
The cat and the boy were silent for a while, then he swallowed and nodded: "Yes."
The tiger frowned.
Mutter was busy explaining: "But the old man never let me do this kind of thing. He knows that I am not suitable. My value is only reflected in the football field."
"What about the other players in the team?" The tiger asked: "They will help the Sphinx murderer to set fire to the fire?"
"Listen," Mutt looked at Albert with a look of dissatisfaction: "You all say that Sphinx is the boss of the underworld, a bad guy who has no evil, but I know that he is actually a good person. Those who really What hurts the world – such as drug trafficking – he never gets a finger. Although he is always misunderstood, he is just a good old man who runs the casino quietly, nothing more.

auzw.com Albert is still frowning. He knows that Mutter has been poisoned too deeply and cannot be discouraged: "If you think this is the truth, believe that what you want to believe is good." But I still advise you. If you continue to follow Sphinx's words, one day, you will lose your life."
It seems that Albert has already expected this. Mutter’s face is neither angry nor fearful. It only shows a trace of sadness: "I know. This is my fate."
The cat-and-boys packed some clean clothes from the closet and prepared to take them away, stuffing his sports bag into a bulging. Because the sports bag couldn't be stuffed, a dilapidated teddy bear puppet that was finally taken out of the closet, Mutter could only hold it with his hand.
"Oh." Albert saw Mutt holding a bear and couldn't help but make a sneer.
"I want to laugh and laugh." The cat boy touched the forehead of the puppet: "I said that I won't accept the reward of the Sphinx, but this is an exception. In that year we won the Super Bowl, the old I sent this teddy bear to me. You will think it is stupid and naive, but this is my treasure.
Albert is still laughing.
"To be honest, I am a little envious of you." Mutt looked at the tiger faintly: "The Sphinx Daddy never gets close to people, even if Mr. Philaeus, who has the closest relationship with him, is always Will keep a distance with him. However, the Sphinx, who is never close to people, will smile at you, will comfort you, and anxiously call the best therapist when you are in a coma. It’s incredible, it’s grotesque enough to make the sun rise from the west.

The smile on Albert's face disappeared.
"So, I really want to know, who are you old?" The cat-woman is staring at the tiger youth: "Are you really his relatives?"
This problem alone, let Albert be speechless and unable to answer. The same doubt, Albert did not ask himself.
In order to sneak up the jewel queen Rosetta, Sphinx lied that Paramitis and his son were Alberta. Now that he has achieved his goal and talked with Rosetta about the business, then this lie has no meaning yet.
Unless, Sphinx is really a father of Paramitis, or even a blood relative of Albert?
However, this is theoretically impossible. After all, Sphinx’s age and Albert, and even Paramitis are too far apart. And Albert clearly has only one father, the patriarch of the murderous (Tiger). It is obvious that Robert could not have a lion to be his father (in fact, the Sphinx or the lion head), and everything is not right.
So the spokes of Sphinx’s kind of care for Albert is really outfitted? What is it for? Albert has clearly no value for Sphinx?
Oh no, Albert's use value is there, is to go to the Sphinx running back. However, this still can't be said. After all, Sphinx dad only needs to hire Albert as a player. Everything is good, and there is no need to play extra emotional cards.
So what the is Sphinx? I really can't guess.
"Hey!" Mutt pulled Albert's cloak and pulled the tiger back to reality from his meditation: "Are you finished?" When we are finished, we will go back to the hotel."
"Of course." The tiger whispered a whisper and tried not to touch the pain of the cat's boy. "You will remember to take another bath after you go back. Your cough, [taste] has not been removed."
"I know," Mutter was ashamed and annoyed, with a blush on his face, and whispered and said, "I am a dirty kitten with diaper pants. You can humiliate me. But I am still your private. Assistant, from now on, work, exercise, nutrition intake plan you have to strictly follow my arrangements!"
"When did I become your slave?" Albert could not help but sarcastically.
"You want to be stronger, faster, and become a better player, you have to listen to me." Mutter said with no emotion, take a bottle of strange things from the refrigerator: "Now bring this bottle Drinking protein drinks. After each strenuous exercise, you need to add a lot of protein, and the torn muscles will regenerate more powerfully."
"Great, I am just thirsty." The tiger drank the bottle of mystery drink without thinking about it, but he began to regret the drink just in his throat. He wanted to spit out the strange thing, but the cat boy pressed the bottom of the bottle with one hand, and let Albert drink the whole bottle.
"Oh!" The tiger began to complain after a slow breath: "What a ghost thing! Like a broken milk, it's hard to drink!"
However, he could not understand the Egyptian language written on the bottle.
"You think too much, protein powder has always been this strange taste." Mut's mouth instantly crossed a strange smile, but cleverly prevented the other side from perceiving: "That is my last bottle In stock, there is nothing to take away here, let’s go back to the hotel."
Albert just wanted to answer, but at this time there was something shining red that flew in from the window.