In the grass, a red red fox was crawling on the ground waiting for the opportunity, ready to bite off the neck of a sparrow not far away, of course, maybe it was eaten in one bite, but before it could attack, it was interrupted by a sudden heavy rain.

The dim clouds obscured the sky, drifting everywhere with the wind, wandering in the dim space, the dashing autumn rain, carrying the cold and ethereal pour, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that it would never stop, and the trees swayed under the whip of the wind and the torrential rain, and the leaves flew.

The red fox was drenched in heavy rain, as if it had just been splashed straight down from his head by a large basin of water, and the soaked fur was close to the skin, making him subconsciously shake his whole body quickly, wanting to get out of this state, but he forgot that the pouring rain still did not stop, but it was just a matter of futility.

At this moment, it was impossible to complete the hunt, so the red fox turned around and quickly ran back to its lair.

In the lair, a female fox and three little ones were looking forward to his return, but she could only say, "I'm sorry, little ones, Daddy didn't bring back the food, and as compensation, when the rain stops, you can go out and play for a while, but watch out for the damned jungle wolves, Daddy will be back with food soon." ”

Obviously, this measure was very effective, and the little ones who were playing and howling stopped for a moment and snuggled up to their mother's arms.

And the red fox also slowly walked to his partner's side, "Do you mind me getting soaked? ”

"Oh, of course don't mind darling, but if you dare to get the kid wet, you'll have to watch out for my paws. ”

"It's harsh. ”

In this way, during the time when the cold rain poured down, the family snuggled happily together, using their body temperature to warm their dearest family.

yes, the rain hasn't stopped.

Don Quixote stood in front of the small stone monument, standing silently, letting the cold rain hit his pale body, his head bowed so that his expression could not be seen clearly.

He may or may not accept it, but he can't change the fact that the dust has settled.

If a merciful God could give him a chance, he would rather give his life, but this prayer will neither be answered nor will it come true.

Cold droplets of water ran down his arm and climbed up the silver ring, but even so, he could feel the warmth of the ring, but why had it never complained to itself about its loneliness, just lying alone on his middle finger, wasn't it, it was too late, too late, before it knew that it was the only one left.

Why did you break the covenant only for the last time in your life?

The storm swept through everything mercilessly, and they will have no mercy unless you take refuge in the warmth of your room.

Oh come on, if it had the ability to tear down the damn house for it, it would make you feel ruthless again.

You think you escaped the relentless sweep of the rainstorm because of your quick evacuation, but you don't know that it was because the house was hurting you.

Finally, Don Quixote, who had stood silently for a long time, finally moved, to declare the fact that he was still alive and not dead.

He walked slowly to the stele, gently plucked the dry branches and leaves swept up by the wind for it, and after taking a deep look, he turned away silently.

However, instead of returning to his familiar and warm home, Don Quixote went to Azzrieto's most famous tavern.

Soaking wet, he stumbled into the closed wooden door of the tavern, braced himself on his weak body.

The tavern is full of life and the atmosphere is fun, and in this damn ghost weather, it's perfect to warm up with a glass of wine and have a good chat, or just have a wild encounter.

But that was clearly not the purpose of Don Quixote, he simply wanted to drink some wine, which she had loved the most.

Wet and drenched, Don Quixote almost made the boss mistake him for the damned beggars on the side of the road and was kicked out, but fortunately, his family was still a bit famous in Azeritto, and the tavern owner recognized it in time, so that the tragedy did not happen.

After asking for a glass of rum, Don Quixote waited silently in his chair.

The strange image of Don Quixote attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the tavern, but only for a moment, he was either a drunken maniac, or a damned beggar to beg for something to eat, or a passer-by who took refuge from the rain, but after all, no one cared.

In a moment, the boss pushed the wine in the wooden cup in front of Don Quixote: "Very discerning, Marquis Don Quixote, this is the most mellow wine in Azzito, but I have never seen you here, do you like to drink too?"

"I don't like it, I just want to understand why wine is loved, but I think I will come back more often in the future. With that, he took a long sip from his glass, but the dry and spicy taste made Don Quixote cough constantly.

"Oh, it looks like you haven't drunk before, I hope you'll get used to it, but the way you drink reminds me of a guy who hasn't been here for a long time. With that, the tavernkeeper lowered his head and began to wipe the glass in his hand.

"Maybe you're a little forgetful, but a year ago, maybe a few years, I was here. Then he replied, and Don Quixote lowered his head again and took a sip, but it was still the same as before, and even the coughing posture did not change.

"I've heard of it, but at that time I was supposed to go to Horthy to buy the goods, and what you saw should be my brother, but seriously, I still have some regrets, I didn't expect that the violent guy has someone he likes, she is even more heroic than those men in the Carlos area, it's a pity that I didn't hear it with my own ears, and my damn brother can't describe it, ah, I don't know who can tame her. The tavern owner finished wiping the wine glass in his hand, but regret did not fade from his face.

After listening silently, the wine glass in Don Quixote's hand fell to the table for some reason, and a lot of white rum left in it also began to spread on the table.

Seeing this, the tavern owner quickly leaned over and quickly wiped the spilled wine on the table with the white cloth in his hand.

The tavernkeeper, who was about to ask something, heard Don Quixote muttering, "If only it had been sooner." ”

But then, Don Quixote slapped all the gold coins on the table: "All these want rum." ”

"Duke Don Quixote, this is not a normal amount that a normal person can accept, he will be poisoned by alcohol", he wanted to warn him, but Don Quixote's resolute eyes broke his thoughts.

By the time Annebel finally found Don Quixote, he was already drunk and unconscious, but he had only eliminated less than three of the first cups.

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