The afternoon sun is like a thick quilt, giving people a warm feeling, especially today, the wind is beautiful, and the sky is cloudless, so even on the airship floating in the sky, the temperature on the deck is mild, but at this moment, Don Quixote, who has half a cigarette in his mouth and leans against the railing at the end of the deck, is motionless, should not dare to move standing there.

Forty-five degrees above his gaze, there floated a strange person, covered in a black cloak, under which it was pitch black, and his face could not be seen at all, and in one hand hidden under the cloak was a huge scythe that shone with a cold light.

"Whew~" A warm wind blew, and the ash on the cigarette butt in Don Quixote's mouth was blown away, "May I ask who Your Excellency is?" Although he knew in his heart that this was a nonsense, it was obvious that Char Donghai, a person who the old fritter didn't want to see, and it was also this kind of punctual shape, except for the terrifying Grim Reaper in the world of Faeron, where he appeared, where he had to die, would there be anyone else?

There was no answer, there was still silence, except for the cold and dead power that did exist to tell Don Quixote, you are not dazzled, there is no movement, at this time, Don Quixote can not have any other way but to continue to wait, it is obvious that he must have done something to attract the attention of the god of death, "Is it the identity of the lich?"

Because of the lack of information, Don Quixote has begun to think wildly, Don Quixote himself knows that the lich is a transliteration word, there is no such word in Faeron itself, and the true meaning of the lich, Arthas told him that he is the one who deceives the gods, so thinking of this, Don Quixote swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and lit a cigarette with some trembling, at this moment all the previous memories really flashed in his soul, regretting that he failed to make Kyle pregnant, and he also failed to eat Char Jean, of course, he still felt a little sigh in his heart, and he couldn't do anything with Arthur Pendrey

"Whew~~ Sure enough," Don Quixote coughed softly a few times and took a hard puff of his cigarette, "Am I really a pervert?

What Don Quixote didn't know was that when he was looking at the Grim Reaper in mid-air, in fact, the Grim Reaper was also looking at him, of course, it wouldn't be because of the identity of the lich, first of all, the true god couldn't shoot at mortals for no reason, otherwise, the last time they met, his soul was probably taken back to the underworld and thrown into the cold and biting Styx, and in fact, the reason why the Grim Reaper really found him was because of the topic she had talked to with the goddess of time Phila before, the Char Empire was lifeless, for the Grim Reaper, although she didn't like to kill very much, but she cared about death very much, and the dead soul was the foundation for her to keep her still strong。

However, in the afternoon, the information fed back by her doppelganger surprised her a little, that is, Char's death gas that permeated Char seemed to be constantly decreasing, and in order to prove that he was not mistaken, the doppelganger also deliberately used the Eye of Death to preserve a visual memory, and then returned to the underworld.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of Osiris, the god of death, death is a rule of the world of Feren, if you use a more understandable language, it is equivalent to the preview of the show, predicting that people in a place are going to die, and in other words, the incidence of this kind of notice is almost 100%, maybe a single individual will escape because of luck, but such a large-scale disappearance of death gas, for Osiris there is only one explanation, that is, the future, which has been modified.

So she cut a small piece of divine soul, condensed a clone with all her abilities in the true sense, and let it come to the world of Faerun, through her own talent, the magical eyes of death that she was born with, and pursued the cause of things, so, in the eyes of death, the death gas that permeated the Char Empire was constantly revolving around this person's body, but there was no way to get close to him, this situation gave people the impression that Don Quixote was like an air purifier, filtering out all the fumes, dust and other harmful gases that filled a room。

And the owner of Osiris looked at Don Quixote a little blankly, because, in the tens of thousands of years since she was born, she had never encountered such a thing, and changing the future was a difficult thing for a true god to accomplish, because it did not involve the problem of stopping the war.

In fact, when the supreme existence of the world of Faeron determines the direction of a thing, no matter how the people below change, things will always turn back to the original line, but the existence of Don Quixote broke this rule, it can also be said that he helped the Char Empire, which had run out of luck, to come back to life, which is like a person in the flood of the year who saved Yin Shang who wanted to destroy Nuwa Niangniang, which is not something that can be done by helping King Shang pacify a few cholera, it is against the whole sky――

The USS Liberty is on standby at this time, that is to say, although there is no fighting, the crew does not rest, it is still a shift system, and it is necessary to ensure that there are talents in every position, and the more difficult is Helen Mandela, as an adjutant, she is almost every day, of course, because it is now non-wartime, so in fact, it is not so busy, drinking coffee, sitting on a chair in the driver's hall and reading the newspaper, the only regret is that the luxurious aristocratic girl life has left her.

"Pa~Pap~" Helen Mandela, who was cross-legged, tapped the button of the console a few times, so the monitor was aimed at Don Quixote who was smoking one after another on the deck, but there was only Don Quixote, and if the Grim Reaper didn't want to be seen by others, even the monitor couldn't capture it.

"What is the deputy commander doing?" Looking at Don Quixote with a strange expression, Helen Mandela was a little suspicious, but that's all, in fact, a woman as smart as Helen could have long seen that Char's empire seemed to be in the hands of Char Qin, but it was actually under the control of this man, because Char Qin's obedient attitude towards this man was enough to explain everything, so she was very careful to keep a distance from this man, if it made Char Qin unhappy, it would be interesting.

"Who's that, turn off the monitor on deck!" After a few glances, Don Quixote gave Helen an order through the headset.

"My name is Helen, Honorable Deputy Commander!" After cursing a few words of Don Quixote in a low voice, Helen clicked the button a few more times and turned off the camera.

"Cough~" Because of smoking a lot of cigarettes one after another, Don Quixote's mouth was a little dry, and he couldn't help coughing a few times, "That, is there anything Your Excellency looking for me?" Seeing the Grim Reaper who was stunned for a long time and didn't speak, Don Quixote had no choice but to talk to this strange true god again.

"Whoosh!" This time, the Grim Reaper finally moved, but not with his mouth, but with his hands, the huge scythe slashed straight down from Don Quixote's heavenly spirit cover, the momentum seemed to split Don Quixote in two, although Don Quixote was a mage of the ring, but in front of the god of death, not to mention the opportunity to fight back, except for instinctively raising his hand in front of him, he couldn't do anything, the sickle brushed through Don Quixote's body, the cold feeling was like someone stuffing his hand into your quilt in winter, the biting cold.

"Huh?" After a while, Don Quixote found that he didn't seem to have changed much, and he reached out and touched his body in some disbelief, but there was no bleeding, and there was no missing piece of his soul, as if the knife had not been cut out.

"Strange fraudster," finally the Grim Reaper spoke, and although the timbre of the voice itself was great, it was emotionless, a little stiff, "strange souls, you really hate it, you can't be harvested!" Obviously, Death, who is not very good at expressing her emotions and not very good at cursing, thought for a long time, and finally found a word from her poor thesaurus to express her bad mood-

"Tea, please," Don Quixote poured a cup of tea for Osiris the Grim Reaper in one of the Liberty's parlors, and placed a plate of snacks next to him, "Don't you know what's going on with Lord Death?"

"When!" Osiris placed the glittering scythe on the table, revealing a hand as white as a white man, and then the hand as perfect as Fira, the goddess of time, grabbed the cup of tea, and put it to her cloak in both hands, "It's delicious, thank you." ”

"No, you're welcome," Don Quixote hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, "You eat this, this is a pistachio, remove the shell, the seeds inside are delicious, fragrant, refreshing, and great with tea!"

"Oh" After squeaking and eating a few pistachios, Osiris took another sip of tea, and then raised his head to look at the man in front of him, at this moment, Don Quixote finally saw the face of the god of death in front of him, unexpectedly cute, how to say it, compared with the mature queen style of the goddess of time, Osiris is more like a girl who has just reached puberty, if Don Quixote has to find someone similar to her from memory, then maybe only a heroine in a very old cartoon imported from Fuso that he has seen in his last life。

But there is still a difference, in Don Quixote's impression, Ling Boli has red eyes, light blue medium short hair, about only to the length of the neck, and the eyes of the Grim Reaper in front of him, who also has no expression on his face, are indeed pitch black, black without a trace of flaws, and the hair is also black, and from Don Quixote's point of view, it can be found that the hair of the Grim Reaper is long hair, and it is impossible to see how long it is, but it is very long.

It seems to want to say something, but because she doesn't talk much, there is no way to organize a language that satisfies her, Osiris who opened her mouth and thought for a long time finally stretched out a white finger and pointed it at Don Quixote's eyebrows, and the cold feeling was transmitted to Don Quixote's soul through the nerves, along with this cold feeling There is also a strange soul fluctuation, to be exact, the soul fluctuation, so at this moment, Don Quixote seems to be synchronized with the mind of the god of death, scientists have said that if human beings can communicate through thinking, then the accuracy rate can not only reach 100%, but the speed of communication will also increase by tens, hundreds or even thousands of timesBecause the speed of human thinking is just too fast.

So, it was almost the hand of Osiris of the god of death that touched Don Quixote's forehead, and the next moment, he understood the god's intention.

"Understood?" Osiris of Death withdrew her finger and hid the perfect hand back under the cloak, in fact it was the second male surname she had encountered in her life, the first being her father, Father God, Peter Pan Gu.

Don Quixote nodded slightly, just like Char Donghai once said, his life is peculiar and he is not bound by the rules of the big world, so in other words, everything around him will change immediately, and this change is not transferred by his own will.

"Your existence has caused me to lose a lot of my soul and faith, those are mine, and I want to take you away. (To be continued.) )