As his thoughts drifted away, the carriage had reached its destination, and Don Quixote, having paid the fare, slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Azeritto was business as usual, and his thoughts wandered away again.

At the beginning, due to the relationship of the family, his decision-making mistakes were completely concealed, and he was still the head of Don Quixote who combined power and glory.

That's right, Captain Don Quixote, with his keen sense of smell and heroic decision-making, forced back the demon army, and he pushed back the human defense against the demons by a large margin.

He was a great hero of the kingdom and will go down in history.

But the knights who forged victory out of flesh and blood, they are the real heroes.

But no one cared about them at all, not even their names and bodies.

However, what had happened could not be changed at all, and the sorrow and tears on the faces of the knight's family were deeply engraved in his heart.

Their families are proud of them, and they are truly heroes of the kingdom.

But they didn't know that the murderer of all this was the high-profile Don Quixote.

Because of his conceit, because he had no one in his sights, he let those brave knights lose their young lives in vain.

His father, Jarvis, comforted him more than once, and he still remembers it vividly.

There will inevitably be sacrifices in war, and dying on the battlefield is the best destination for knights, as long as their death is worthwhile, they are real heroes.

So do you, my child, we of the Alletus are proud to have died in battle, and those knights are desperate to protect you from the battle, not to let you continue your life like this.

Your life is a continuation of these people.

Don Quixote is no longer just Don Quixote, this name is going to live for those hundreds of knights, understand?

But at that time, he couldn't listen at all, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as soon as he touched the hilt of the sword.

He chose to escape.

As Don Quixote froze in place, a pure white flower passed in front of his eyes and then landed gently on his hand.

He turned his head to look at the slightly sloping ramp of the street, where a figure holding a bouquet of flowers stood quietly, the sunlight from the sky gently caressing the entire street.

The sunlight was slightly harsh, which blurred Don Quixote's vision.

The wind from the street rose out of nowhere, gently blowing away the bouquet in her hand.

The petals dance with the wind, then fall and finally return to dust.

Don Quixote's eyes finally adjusted slightly to the harsh sunlight.

The scenery of long golden hair fluttering in the breeze also caught his eyes.

Under his gaze, she calmed the mischievous hem of her skirt and pinned her restless hair behind her ears.

He could also clearly see that the delicate face looked at him with a look full of doubt.

He stepped forward and walked slowly up the ramp, and the figure seemed to be waiting for his arrival, motionless to maintain this beauty.

Don Quixote raised his hand and slowly pinned the flower in his hand to Keisha's hair.

A blush crept up on Keisha's face, her eyes slightly lowered, and the atmosphere was mixed with ambiguity.

At the same time, a child who looked to be about five or six years old was chasing the white cat who had stolen the fish and fled in a panic.

However, because he was running too fast, he didn't have time to stop when he saw Don Quixote's figure, and he crashed directly into his arms.

The little boy shook his confused head, then stood up and quickly apologized, and then chased the white cat in the direction of the flight.

Don Quixote turned his head to look at the departing back of the little boy, and then grinned: "It seems that he can't catch the greedy little guy." ”

Keisha also turned her head to look at the little boy with Don Quixote's movements, and then her gaze returned to him, "Hey, why did you come to Azeritto?"

However, Don Quixote did not answer her, but gave an ambiguous answer ready to confuse the past: "There are some things that need to be dealt with. ”

"If you don't want to say it, you don't want to say it, my sister doesn't want to hear it. Keisha pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, pretending to be rather disdainful.

Don Quixote coughed helplessly, and then quickly changed the topic: "Speaking of which, it's the first time I've seen you wearing a skirt." ”

But his words seemed to make Keisha even angrier.

Then she complained: "Really, I'm almost annoyed to death, let me tell you, this damn dress is stuffy and tight, and it's hard to walk." ”

Keisha seemed to be much lighter with a tremor of her head, perhaps she was worried that no one would listen to his grievances.

"It's beautiful, but it's beautiful, how to say, it's pleasing to the eye. Don Quixote, who was listening quietly, suddenly said.

However, Keisha blushed again: "Yes, yes, hey, my sister is not wearing it for you." ”

Don Quixote smiled back: "I think so, so why are you suddenly dressed so formally?"

"There was a family party, and my father had to let me wear it like this, and I managed to escape. Keisha tugged at her hair helplessly, looking like the party was really painful for her.

"Maybe I should thank your father. Don Quixote whispered to himself.

Then, he hurriedly asked Keisha, "This flower looks pretty good." ”

This seems to be the sequelae of his work as a florist for so many years, and he always can't help but ask when he sees a new variety of flowers.

"Well, it's the Ice Cream Flower, which is a specialty of Azeritto. As she spoke, Keisha pulled Don Quixote for a stroll, as if she was bored.

"I didn't care much about that before. Saying this, the memories of the past seemed to come back to my mind again.

But Keisha didn't give him the chance, and ran to the tavern screaming.

Sure enough, no matter where she is, the only thing Keisha doesn't forget is the mellow wine.

Although his heart was full of helplessness, Don Quixote still had no intention of breaking free.

In the tavern, the beautiful Kaisha naturally attracts the attention of all men, and of course, it is inevitable that some guys who feel good about themselves will come forward to talk to them.

Although Keisha decisively refused, some people still stalked about it.

However, Don Quixote, who saw this scene, was not in a hurry.

Finally, Keisha got a little tired of it.

She pulled out the dagger tied to her leg, took the knife in her hand, cut off the annoying skirts below her knees, and then slowly walked towards the big men.

As Kaisha moved, screams rang out from the tavern.

"Phew, I'm finally able to drink well, and I'll tell you, the wine in this tavern tastes the best in all of Azeritto. Keisha smiled and raised her glass again.

However, the big men who keep running away because of fear don't think so.

"I thought you could finally be a little more ladylike. Don Quixote, leaning on the table, looked at Keisha with a smile

Keisha glared at Don Quixote, and her dissatisfaction was all on her face: "What, it turns out that you like ladies?"

"That doesn't sound good. Don Quixote smiled and shrugged.

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