The bleak north wind was howling, the sun and warmth were once again shining on the devastated continent, the plague had been brought under control, and although it had not yet been completely resolved, it was no longer too much to worry about, and the priest would put the finishing touches on it properly.

With the exception of some of the White Knights who remained behind to support the priest, the rest had already returned to Azeritto.

On the way back, Don Quixote seemed to be in such a trance that he did not even respond to Narse's cries to him.

This made Nalse a little worried, and he reluctantly walked over to him: "I think you need to let the pretty prostitute of Osseni tavern soothe your wounded heart, and really, you are very much like loneliness, Don Quixote." ”

"If you'll pay for me, I'd be glad to do so. Don Quixote first joked along with Narse, and then turned to a serious statement: "I haven't seen anything good lately, and the dragon species is a disaster for Artus after all." ”

"That's right, it's been a few months, and no one can bear the 50,000 gold coins. Narse seems to sigh a little at this.

Money is a useful thing, but it will only bring you happiness if you feel content and have the ability to consume it, otherwise it will have no positive meaning except for trouble and jealousy.

This may or may not be true, but there is still some basis for it.

Compared to Don Quixote's distress, López seemed to be more troubled, and there was no way, how to place Milo was a rather tricky problem for him.

Although López was full of sympathy for Milo, and he didn't feel troubled if he could, it was obviously impossible for him, a boy who had just turned seventeen, to take another ten-year-old child.

After thinking about it for a long time, López couldn't come up with any way to solve the situation in front of him, which made him subconsciously look up at Milo not far away.

And Milo seems to have just woken up, but his stomach is "growling" unusually real.

Looking at Milo's blushing cheeks, López couldn't help but grin, and then brought the bread in the bag he was carrying to Milo: "Would you like to taste it? This is the best tasting bread in Azeritto." ”

However, at this time, Milo didn't seem to care about these things, judging from her gobbling posture, she was indeed hungry.

This reminded López of the days when he couldn't open the pot at home, when he even thought the bread sold at the bakery on the corner of Sivir Town was dry, hard and even moldy.

However, while López was thinking, Milo almost choked after swallowing it in a big gulp, but fortunately he quickly passed the water over with his hand.

After taking a sip of water, Milo continued to eat the food in front of him.

López continued to look at Milo's embarrassed appearance, still thinking about how to place Milo.

But before his thoughts could drift away, a white letter bird slowly landed on his shoulder.

He knew that Aya's letter had arrived, much to López's delight, and Aya's letter was the only antidote to his current boring life.

Then he quickly pulled out the paper scroll from the bamboo tube tied to the bird's legs, and began to read.

Dear López,

Did you know that the Forest of Life is once again ushering in summer, and when you stand on the tall tree trunk and look down, you can see the intricate and intertwined green like fate?

Although, in fact, it is just an ordinary silver firefly tree, but they meet, accompany, hug, whisper, and play, it is really beautiful, just like your embrace.

Hmm, is this analogy still apt?

Speaking of which, it's the season of fireflies lately, and at night there will be a little silvery white and smart light on the lake, floating in the grass, like a few stars sprinkled from the sky, really, really, beautifully.

It's just that I'm missing you a little.

By the way, that bird, let's call it Xiaobai, although it's a little casual, but it's very practical, isn't it?

Your Aya

Closing the scroll, López's expression suddenly became a little melancholy, and he looked down at the loess under his feet, which seemed to contain a little loneliness.

Then, he raised his head again to look at the clear blue sky, the white clouds drifted slowly, his eyes became tender and sad, he opened his mouth and whispered: "Even so, it is not for a moment, your beauty." ”

After filling his stomach, Milo seemed to have regained some energy, and his expression didn't look so sad, time may be able to wash away everything, I don't know, if hatred is also included.

At dusk, the light of the sunset sprinkled on the river is like many gold needles and silver threads, with the shaking of the water waves, the colorful glow on the horizon is always like the red sun falling on the Cangshan Mountain in the west sky and splashing.

At sunset, Milo was holding a big box in one hand and pulling Lopez in the other, not knowing where to go, but Lopez had already made up his mind in his heart.

Xiaobai was still standing on López's shoulder, because he had just picked up the pen to reply to Aya, but was dragged out of the chair by Milo, and he had to wait for his leisure time to continue to pick up the pen

After walking for a while, Milo stopped, and their destination was a small hill that looked quite alive.

"Leave it to me. With that, López drew his sword from his waist and began to dig holes.

If the old blacksmith saw it, he would definitely sharpen him, and you would use the sword I spent so much energy to build for this job?

Farewell is often silent, and sorrow will always follow, looking into the distance, gently picking up a kind of thought, faintly restricted, like the white moonlight in early autumn, sprinkled on the embankment of leisure.

Nian Sheng, Nian Extinguish, not thick, not shallow, brushing his eyes, sliding towards his ambition, not to mention a Sichuan tobacco full of wind and flocculent, not to say that the cutting is still messy, only to say that it is not coming, in or not, that blooming dandelion is still so comfortable swaying.

Family affection, love, maybe it's all like this.

The dim melancholy made López sigh and be in awe, and little by little he buried the axe, or perhaps, that is, Carmen.

Then he gently placed the wine from Narsena in front of Carmen's grave, and then raised his arm to give him a glass: "This glass, to my father." ”

Although, the taste of wine is still unbearable for him.

"Brother López, can I learn magic?" Milo, who had been bored for a long time, suddenly asked López.

"Why, do you want to have a drink? Narse wiped his heavy long knife and turned to Don Quixote.

"If you don't remind me, I won't forget to bring the gold coins. With that, Don Quixote grinned

"Oh, that's your delusion, get drunk. ”