Chapter 434: This hot man is very powerful

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

Nero, who had become Hogg's lackey, had learned the basic skills of flattery and running errands without any instruction, and was chopping the dead cow with a kitchen knife.

He casually sprinkled a handful of cumin, and a group of heads stared at the dog chef in front of them, their eyes full of desire for the food. Among them, the white-haired bear head was the worst, his saliva was already dripping on the deck.

"Is Hogg cooked? I think it's ready to eat!"

"Shut up, who's barbecue is half-cooked? Just stay there quietly, you won't be left out."

The cow was quite heavy. Even if Hogg and Dorn ate half of it, the remaining meat was enough for everyone present to share.

Looking at the skewers of meat in his hand that exuded a strange aroma, even though Bruce was the son of a powerful family, he had never eaten such delicious food. After all, in the farming society, cattle could not be slaughtered easily, and the seasonings were not so rich. The other guards had never eaten it before.

Perhaps the two animals in front of them did not harm them, or perhaps they were really the so-called chosen ones of the Emperor. The crew members were not frightened by the appearance of Hogg and the others, but instead concentrated on eating the skewers.

"Mr. Dog, thank you very much for saving my life. What is your name? I, Bruce Wayne, am not an ungrateful person. I will reward you handsomely when I return home."

"Hmm? Didn't I just tell you that you can call me Hogg? If you call me Sir, I can handle it."

After learning Hogg's name, Bruce carefully wrote it down, and then turned his head to look at the fat white bear beside him.

"I am Rogal Dorn."

For some reason, it was okay to hear Hogg talking, but when they heard the giant white bear in front of them say that he was Rogal Dorn, everyone always felt inexplicably silent, but they didn't seem to want him to continue speaking.

Without asking how they were rescued, the superstitious ancient Romans had already made up a lot of settings. Combined with the mythological stories handed down from ancient times, the identities of Hogg and the other two were directly confirmed to be mythical beasts. Maybe they were the pets of some famous god.

When Bruce thought about the bizarre things he encountered on this voyage, he sincerely thanked the witch who had divined for him. He thought that what she said was right. If it weren't for her prediction, he wouldn't have seen the two magical creatures. The only problem was that the divination fee was a bit expensive, as she actually charged him ten ores.

Ten gold coins are not a small amount of money. Even though Bruce has a wealthy family, he doesn't have much pocket money as he is still a minor. These ten gold coins are the last property he can use this month.

Taking advantage of the presence of the locals, Hogg, who had eaten and drunk a lot of wine, took out a Coke and asked hurriedly:
"Bruce, I heard from the guard just now that your family is powerful. Have you ever seen any big guys?"

"Big guy?" Although Bruce was unfamiliar with the term, he still understood what it meant. However, when asked this question suddenly, he couldn't remember it:

"Mr. Dog, what are the characteristics of this so-called big guy you mentioned? Whether it's a man or a woman, tall or short, fat or thin, you should have an impression of him!"

Hearing this, Hogg thought so too, but he did not have a headshot of the Emperor. He could not just take out those erotic pictures of the Emperor that he designed. If he looked for them based on that, he probably would not find them in his lifetime.

There are always more solutions than problems. As a veteran color painter, Hogg picked up a piece of wood and stretched out his dog paws to paint on the spot. Within a few minutes, he drew a realistic sketch of the emperor.

But when the portrait was finished, Dorn beside him called out:
"No, this is not our father at all. The Emperor is a strong and masculine man. What kind of shit is this? Why do you have a dead eagle hanging on his chest? He is not some hairy primitive man who drinks blood. Most importantly, why does the portrait you drew look stupid and not very smart?"

Dorn, who pushed aside the crowd and considered himself his father's proudest son, would not allow Hogg to insult the emperor like this. He also stretched out his claws, picked up a piece of wood and painted on the spot.

The emperor under Dorne's claws was much more humanized, with a compassionate look under his long black hair, and a three-dimensional face as if it was carved by a knife. He was a real handsome guy.

Comparing the two, Bruce and his companions still thought that Dorne's painting was more reliable. Apart from anything else, at least no one nowadays would wrap a piece of animal skin around their waist as clothes. This is totally not like modern people!
Hogg was naturally dissatisfied with the questioning look. In his eyes, the Emperor was like this, a psychic primitive. Even if he wore the Zhengyi armor, he couldn't change the stupidity in his eyes. How could he be that handsome?

"Don, you are a father-loving pervert. How can Old Man Huang be so handsome? That's enough. We are looking for someone. Old Man Huang can't see us. Why are you competing with Horus for favor?"

Don firmly believes that he is not wrong, while Hogg also thinks that his painting is correct. The two brothers are unwilling to give in to each other and are about to start a bear fight.

The frightened crew members hurriedly pulled the two gods apart, fearing that they would capsize the boat. They only had one life, and they didn't want to be a broad-minded person like Bruce.

Finally, the two men had to give up and put the two wooden boards in front of everyone, asking the locals to think carefully about whether they had seen Old Man Huang.

Hogg's paintings were ruled out first. Even if he was his savior, Bruce didn't believe that any idiot would dress like that.

As a master builder, Dorn's craftsmanship is naturally beyond reproach. Even if he is painting on a wooden board, he can still express the Emperor's spirit vividly. But the more he did this, the more Bruce shook his head:
"No, I really haven't seen it!"

"If the father you're talking about really looks like this, then I will definitely never forget seeing a big guy like this with an invincible look on his face. How about I ask my parents when I get home?"

"As officials of the empire, they must have more experience than me. If that doesn't work, I can recommend a witch to you. Her divination is extremely effective."

Hogg and the other man looked at each other and saw the helplessness in their brothers' eyes. They thought that divination was useless as they believed in the truth of the empire.

Let’s not talk about whether you, the witch, are genuine or not. Even if you are really a psychic, the Emperor is the most powerful psychic in human history. It is impossible to determine his exact location through divination.

The Corgi sighed and the white bear remained silent.

"Oh! Forget it, that bastard Huang can't get away. Now that things have come to this, I'd better go home with you. I don't know if your house is big or not, but I can't stand being wronged!"

"Me too!"

Seeing that he finally had a place to use his skills, Bruce, the fourth-generation heir of the Wayne family, patted his chest and promised:
"Please rest assured, gentlemen. Our Wayne family is rich, if nothing else."

At the same time, a little girl who was walking in the city-state was smiling happily because she picked up a wallet on the way home, and there were ten Orei in it.

The little girl had no intention of handing it in, because this was not a fairy tale. She happily returned home and showed off her treasure to her mother:
"Mom, we can finally have enough to eat in the future."

(End of this chapter)