At this point, unnoticed, Draenor was sitting in the living room across the wall from Jett's residence

The room seemed unusually quiet, so he could hear it clearly. From Jett and her husband's dreams all the way to her final decision, every word Dino uttered was etched into his mind.

To his surprise, he had always thought that the business card handed to him by the Divinity Scholar had just been inadvertently thrown somewhere, but he didn't expect that Jett had taken it, and even found the Mr. Hearst to discover his divinity.

No wonder the Snowymen who had turned into beasts were attracted to her blood......

"Jett lied......" he sat on the couch, watching the falling snowflakes out the window, his mind playing over and over what Jett had said in the Catacombs of Shedrandalondo.

"I didn't get hurt......"

"That's not my blood......"

If everyone knew the principle of bestiality at that time, if she could have realized the healing effect of the White Refining Fire, if she hadn't hidden the truth from herself......

Maybe Jett's life will be saved.

He reminisced about the less than two months he had spent with Jett, and suddenly felt that her most familiar smile was like a false mask. She had never smiled sincerely since Sado's death, she had lost the most precious love of her life, and she was tightly wrapped in a cashmere blanket with Sado's cold body, and buried in the snowy mountain.

He should have realized a long time ago, Jett didn't believe that there was still a cure for bestiality, but that she herself had long lost the courage to support herself to live in solitude. The "Red Knight" had been prepared for the war before it began, she knew that time was running out for herself, and she knew that this war would eventually end her life.

Therefore, she chose to seize this opportunity to smear her last value on the monument to Nagasios, even if it was to death. Now she has become a part of the biography as she wished, and she has left alone without leaving any regrets......

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to the captain?" The man sitting next to him asked.

Draenor looked up at the knight in the three-cornered hat.

"No, Amoro. He still chose to believe me, but I knew that I was no longer the knight I had been, and that I had deceived him, and suddenly it had become a mystery. If the Knights knew that I was alive and knew who I was, they wouldn't let Dino go, because he had hidden the truth for me......"

He lowered his eyelids, deliberately sifting out the excess light in front of him, hoping to maintain the mind-numbing silence.

"But in the eyes of the Knights, I've been confirmed dead, and the tombstone is on the hill, so even if they know that I've been to Snowway, even if they suspect me of being a spy or something...... Leave those questions to the dead. ”

"On the contrary, you did hold the walls and fought off the wolves with Dino, and Nagseus called you a hero." Amoro corrected.

"I'm not that great, it's all just to fulfill a wish, a wish that was once out of reach, and it has now been fulfilled." Draenor shook his head.

"But it's still so exciting, and as the only audience member, I can't help but applaud you. You actually crawled out of the ruins to protect the promise, and you thought of putting the armor on Deathrao's body, and you were unbelievably skillful......" Amoro clapped his hands in admiration at a slow pace.

Draenor felt a little ironic about his words, as if to imply that he had done the same thing somewhere. He was sure that Dino had left Jett's quarters, and that he was now mostly on his way to the guild, and that he himself should go.

There was nothing left in the room, and all the important items had been taken away by Jeanne and Viklico. But there were a lot of things that belonged here, and Jeanne even washed the dishes and stacked them neatly on the table before leaving, otherwise she would have been cursed by Uncle Bourbon.

And he rushed back this time because he forgot one of the most important tools, opened the cabinet, and it was indeed there.

"Are you sure you want to take this with you? Won't it get in the way? Amoro asked, pointing to the bulky iron box.

"It's a must-have, it's left to me by an old friend, to make sure nothing goes wrong with the firearm." Draenor patiently replied, tucking the box into his shoulder bag.

After two o'clock, the color had completely darkened. The street lamps didn't come on as usual, and the workers responsible for lighting them were temporarily unemployed, as the curfew had officially been set in place in Kerdon, and all shops had to close after the clock, and the knights had almost all rushed to the border to rebuild the walls, leaving only the fourth-order knights, who could barely come in handy, to stand guard on the side of the road.

Therefore, Draenor was able to walk boldly on the streets with Amoro, no one would recognize them, and Amoro still had the badge of the Order in his pocket, and the knights who were guarding could only wave their hands when they saw the totem on it

"Then again, have you really recovered?" Draenor took the opportunity to ask Amoro.

By the time he crawled out of the ruins, the knights of the Guild Hospital had arrived, and Draenor had made his preparations and found Amoro's residence with the help of the file that Dino had given him, and organized the language to wait at home before the other party returned from the battlefield.

When he handed the trident badge to Amoro, the knight, who looked a little paralyzed, had a surprised expression, and from that moment on, just as Lopud had expected, Amoro regained his former memory.

"'Lopud', I remember the name, needless to say, although the details are still a little vague, it is impossible for me to forget him. He was my partner, and we had fought countless battles together, from the forests of Northern Canaan to the Horned Desert of Vlaktu...... It's all too clear, we're all exorcists......"

Amoro covered his head and sneered, "It's so ironic, I couldn't remember anything like a newborn before, and even ran to Abel's waters to be a mercenary......"

Draenor didn't say a word, he didn't care about Amoro's past, he hadn't thought about why the Knights would approve his resignation, and he hadn't even expected him to make the decision to go with him. But this is Lopud's commission, and in addition to returning his personal favor, he can at least gain rare combat power.

"I ask you for ......"

"It's done, it's a total of four thousand one hundred and fifty deli, all of which will be donated to the guild, and they will distribute the money to the residents of Narcissus Street within three days." Amoro replied before he was done.

"That's good......" Draenor felt that the knot in his heart was finally untied, he could not continue to stay here to protect the innocent residents, and it was the best choice to give the last deposit to the guild, believing that the Knights would bring comfort to the people of the slums for themselves.

"Where are you going? I've tied my horse to the west, and let me go before the knights have returned. Amoro continued to take a few steps forward, and suddenly realized that Draenor had not followed him to the west side, but was walking down the street alone.

"Go first, I'll be there soon...... I want to see my old friends one last time. ”

Without looking back, Draenor crossed the intersection and walked towards the empty hill until he disappeared from sight

"Tsk, stubborn guy......"

Amoro slung the wooden box he was carrying on his shoulder, raised his hand to look at the number he was targeting, and walked reluctantly to the west.

……

The cold wind swept through the streets and gathered in the guild's graveyard from all directions, blowing away the snow that covered the withered plants.

Draenor pushed open the iron gate and followed the trails left on the snow not long ago to the hillside. A cold wind blew, and as he shivered, he seemed to notice something on the tombstone being blown to the rain.

Curious, he reached into the icy puddle of snow and fumbled for a while, picking up a brown strip.

"Cigars? Dino this guy ......."

After a few seconds, he smiled wryly and put the cigar in his pocket, the captain must not have expected that he actually received this last gift, but unfortunately, he was not interested in tobacco at all, so he could only use it as a souvenir.

He looked at the empty picture frame on the tombstone and felt relieved, fortunately he didn't leave any photos, otherwise, what a strange thing it would be to see the exact same image as himself on the tombstone here......

Draenor shifted his gaze to the tombstone on the other side, whispering the words engraved on it like a whisper.

"Eternal Light Chaser, the Red Knight who awakens the scorching sun, Jet. Lei Lilin"

I don't know if it was deliberate, Jett's tombstone is facing the sculpture at the top of the guild tower, where the goddess of victory holds high the banner and looks up at the stars, as if to shout to them:

"There will be no more darkness in Nagasus, for the stars will always shine on us!"

He turned his head and met the female knight in the photo, his vision blurring.

"Jet, Nagasios has won, maybe I'm not the first to tell you the news......"

Half-kneeling, Draenor took out a delicate wooden box from his shoulder bag and placed it in front of the grave.

Suddenly, he remembered the complaints he had made to Jett every time he returned home, that she had come to eat, and that he could see her anywhere......

But now, if he could, he would go back to that troublesome time, and talk to her a little more about the troubles he had encountered in the snowy fields together.

"Remember it? This is the first meal you've had since you arrived in Nagseus, and Jeanne deliberately stayed to find an opportunity to give it back to you as a souvenir...... Now it is back to its rightful owner. ”

Draenor wiped the frost from the corners of his eyes and stood up to look in the direction of the sunset.

"Please forgive me for saying goodbye in a hurry and not preparing you more...... I'm leaving, the war here is completely over, and the war that belongs to me has just begun......"

He pushed open the iron gate and walked west down the dark street, the warm glow of the fire shining through the windows on both sides, but none of them illuminated his figure.

Listening to the chatter of the houses and the beautiful melody of the lyre, Draenor left his familiar town in the dark.

At the moment when he was about to enter the forest, he couldn't help but look back at the street in front of him and the guild tower in the distance. It seems that he wants to engrave everything about Nagseus in his mind like this