Ever since the White Knights' recruits were reported, López has been training with them.

The days were boring and monotonous, and he trained much more intensively than the recruits.

Even though he was tired and half dead every day, he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, but felt that he lived a fulfilling life every day.

To be honest, the days of hunting were much busier than that.

He's working his reason to fight, step by step.

Speaking of which, Narse has not used huge profits to solve the problem in the past two days.

Youthful frivolity and unruliness are the best descriptions of these recruits.

Fortunately, after seeing Nalse's tough methods, they all relented.

But it still caused a lot of trouble for Nalce.

Narse himself is now planning how to ask Don Quixote for a commission, and according to his words, I am not losing a lot of money.

Of course, Don Quixote's ideas about the recruits were quite different from those of Narse.

He thinks that recruits should be arrogant, they should be debauched, this is the enthusiasm of young people, he does not want them to become instruments of war, young and not frivolous, how ridiculous is that?

However, he doesn't really pay much attention to the training of recruits, or rather, he doesn't seem to care much about everything.

For this, Narse did not pay him less for his wine.

Seriously, Narse was quite helpless about this, how could he not have noticed that Don Quixote was so slack.

Where is all the enthusiasm for the crusade against the Demon Realm?

Knowing this, when he had agreed, he would have asked Don Quixote for more gold coins.

Now this kid doesn't know where he has gone, and he really can't tell who is the general between him and Don Quixote.

Oh, this business is really, a big loss.

At this time, far away on the other side of the continent, Zelath had already rushed to the border of the Forest of Life overnight.

Just yesterday, Fadra reported to the Queen that they had discovered the power of the Dark Elves.

This made the queen feel threatened, and immediately sent him to garrison the border to strengthen the defense of the border.

Although he personally felt that the queen was making a bit of a fuss, it was really worth paying attention to in combination with the events of the year.

So he didn't shirk it too much, and just took this trip to take a look at his little grandson.

As soon as he arrived at the border military headquarters, he saw his grandson waiting for him not far away.

This made him quicken his pace slightly, and as he approached, Zelath looked at him with a smile, "Long time no see, my dear Auston." ”

"Long time no see, grandpa. With that, Auston raised his arm and gave him a hug.

Zelath was fond of this grandson, but now was not the time to catch up, he had to get down to business first.

"Auston, has there been any anomaly at the border lately?" At the mention of business, Zelath's expression instantly became much more serious.

However, Auston obviously didn't like him, twisted his neck and returned unconcernedly: "Don't worry, grandpa, if you want to sneak into the Forest of Life, you have to ask my arrow first if you agree." ”

However, Zelath sighed, Auston didn't have anything else to do with it, but he was a little too conceited to be spoiled.

"Grandpa, did you mention that to the Queen? "It seems that Auston is clearly more concerned than the border.

"Stinky boy, can I still forget about you?" said Zelath raised his hand to Auston, and then continued to speak: "Although there is no clear answer, judging from the queen's attitude, she has no objection. ”

The news overjoyed Auston, and there was irrepressible excitement in his tone: "Sooner or later she will be mine." ”

"It's a foregone conclusion, so you don't have to worry too much about it, the most important thing for you right now is the coming-of-age ceremony, you know. He glared at Auston dotingly, and Zelath instructed uneasily.

"Got it, got it. Although he said yes, Auston apparently didn't listen at all.

Zelath sighed, and he naturally saw that Auston didn't listen in the slightest.

But there's no hurry, anyway, there is still time before the coming-of-age ceremony.

The setting sun had turned Azeritto red, and it was evening.

Don Quixote dragged a sack back to the barracks.

The soldiers also finished the day's training, and they walked out in groups of threes and twos, shoulder to shoulder, which was probably the happiest moment of the day for them.

Although all the meat jokes they talked about were almost rotten, they still laughed to themselves.

A few drinks at the tavern seem to offset the fatigue of a day's training.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to meet those wild women and have a great night.

Narse looked at the backs of the departing recruits, and he couldn't help but smile, as if he saw his younger self.

López lay directly on the ground, he really didn't want to move anymore, he was challenging the limits of his body every day, and it was a miracle that he was still alive.

Of course, he didn't know it, but it was all thanks to the old blacksmith.

"This is the latest bounty mission, and if you take them all, it would be great. With that, Don Quixote threw the sack directly at Narse's feet.

"Come on, there's nothing more heartwarming than when you contribute a few extra drinks. With a laugh, Narse half-crouched and began to choose.

Just as he was complaining about why there were so many bounty tasks, a small white bird flew in the sky out of nowhere, seemingly completely unafraid of people.

It slowly landed on López's stomach and kept chirping.

"Go, go, go. López reached out to chase the bird, he just wanted to lie down.

But the bird seemed to be lying on his belly, and no matter how much he chased it, he couldn't get rid of it.

López sat up helplessly.

The bird staggered up and down to his lap.

It made him sigh.

If this bird is roasted and eaten, it may taste good.

Then, he raised his hand and gently hugged the bird, and the bird did not resist in the slightest.

Am I too relatable, he couldn't help but think.

If the beasts of Kutler were so accommodating, he wouldn't have had to work so hard.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, the bird he had never seen before, and it looked like a rare species.

It seems that I can try it today, I don't know if it will be better than the roast chicken made by the hostess.

However, the bird suddenly broke free from López's arms.

It stood not far away, spreading its wings and arranging its feathers with its beak.

Only then did he see a brown cylinder tied to the bird's leg.

Puzzled, he picked up the bird, gently opened the bamboo tube, and found that there was a paper roll inside.

He pulled out the paper roll, unfolded it, and watched silently.

And the bird was standing next to López and continuing to arrange its feathers.

The letter reads.

My favorite López:

This bird was a gift from Fadra, and she said, "If you send a letter, this bird can be delivered no matter how far away."

I have returned to the Forest of Life.

Still, I miss you so much.

Hopefully it will send my thoughts to you.

Your Aya

López held the letter tightly in his palm, and the fatigue of the day seemed to be swept away.

The birds in front of me are getting more and more cute.

I really don't know which bastard actually wants to bake it, and he is the first to refuse.

Then he hurriedly stood up and ran to Don Quixote, borrowing a pen and paper from him.

Although Don Quixote was quite puzzled, he subconsciously told López where he had placed his pen and paper.

López walked away after hearing this, completely unable to see the slightest appearance of a day of intense training.

"Looks like you've not trained him enough, Narse. Shaking his head, Don Quixote complained silently.