Don Quixote is still sitting in the bar of the world of Ferron, of course, he is referring to the kind of bar with a girl, because there are no cigarettes in the world of Ferron, so in fact, there is no imaginary miasma here, at most it is noisy, all kinds of people gather here to drink, of course, there are some of the more bold ones that are shaking there with the girl in their arms, and drinking with a wide cup on the other side, all in all, it is still full of chaos.

Don Quixote is a man who likes to be quiet by nature, if he doesn't want to see if those people will leak anything, he won't dress up himself, and cover his face with a cloak to come here, of course, although Kyle said that no matter if he looks for a woman outside, he will never be allowed to touch such a woman, it is estimated that if he touches it, I am afraid that he will not let himself go to bed for a year

In addition to drinking and betraying ** in the bar, there are also bards playing musical instruments, of course, no one wants to listen to you tell stories in this kind of place, in fact, no one can hear what you say, but Don Quixote drinks cheap drinks, and it feels quite good, but this instrument is the small guitar he is most familiar with, called a ukulele in Britain, and he doesn't know what Char is called.

"Is there anyone here?"

Don Quixote is in a small foothill, and the light here is relatively dim, so most adventures who come to have fun don't like it, but it seems that he is more maverick sitting here alone, but it attracts the attention of some people, such as this good-looking woman with a wine glass.

"Oh?" Don Quixote looked up, he did have some impressions of this person, the woman who betrayed his wife back then, there has been no news for so many years, it turned out that she ran here, of course, Don Quixote also knew that she was just a pawn, from her appearance here, she should have betrayed the Temple of the Sun and the Temple of Life one after another, just an insignificant pawn.

So neither of the two temples sent anyone to hunt down her, provided that she had to squat honestly in a corner, so he didn't plan to worry about anything with this pitiful-looking woman, after all, the second half of her life in the East Hiding Province was already the biggest punishment for her, thinking of this Don Quixote shook his head, "No."

Don Quixote had only seen this woman once, that time when they collectively ran towards Zemas, it was also considered that Don Quixote had a good memory, and after so much time, I am afraid that there was no way to recognize who this person was, especially since Esther had been in the wasteland for so long, and the whole person was tanned a lot.

This woman is here to have fun, when she knows that she can no longer attract Huey Hale, she doesn't need to defend anyone, after all, women also have physical needs, especially with a double traitor, and always carrying out Huey Hale's orders makes it impossible for her to find the so-called true love, so going out to the tavern to drink and have a one-night stand is the best way for her to vent her stress, after all, the world of Faeron is AIDS-free.

Of course, having said that, she won't just find someone to sleep with him, she has her own criteria for choosing a mate, For example, she doesn't like those particularly strong muscular men, and then for example, those adventurers who don't pay attention to hygiene with a peculiar smell on their bodies, which will make her frown, you can hardly imagine that he is panting and his mouth is full of rotten smell, and he can provoke any surname desire, as if he was hunting, she found Don Quixote sitting on the sofa in a corner, although he was wearing a cloak, but the silhouette of this man, the figure, was very in line with his own aesthetics, especially after getting close to him, clean and tidy clothes, and a faint fragrance on his body, which made her very satisfied。

"What do you do?" said Esther, who sat down beside Don Quixote, and took a sip as she gently slammed his glass with the one in her hand.

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, "Adventurer, what about you?"

"Merchant," Esther, who had strictly followed Huey's orders, had almost completely assumed the role, and replied without hesitation, "the beast tide is about to start, so I'll stay here for the time being, and plan to make a lot of money when the time comes."

"Merchant" Don Quixote also picked up his cup, took a shallow sip of wine, glanced at the ring on her finger, it seemed that she had been quite nourished in the past few years, of course, Don Quixote meant materially, "What kind of business?"

As soon as Esther leaned back on the sofa behind her, one leg was lifted up and placed on the other, of course, because she was wearing the kind of skirt that reached the knees, so that almost the entire thigh leaked out, although it was not white, but the wheat-colored skin and rich elastic muscles gave her an alternative temptation.

"Warcraft meat, magic crystals, fur, as long as the goods are good, they are all wanted."

"Really, where are they sold?"

"Ha," Esther shook her fingers, and then stretched her waist, faintly revealing her nickname, "Secret, no comment, what about you, do you plan to take advantage of the beast tide to get a piece of the pie?"

"Almost," said Don Quixote, grabbing a few fried wheat from his plate and putting them in his mouth, crunching and chewing, his eyes passing over Watt's men from time to time, eavesdropping on what they were saying.

"That's right," Esther was very satisfied with the man, so she moved herself slightly in the direction of Don Quixote, "The endless wasteland is very dangerous, no one dares to say that they will definitely come back alive, do you?"

Esther grabbed Don Quixote's hand and placed it on her lap, "Looking for a place to have fun?"

Don Quixote pinched it with his hand, the authentic knight has good thighs, plays the surname, is smooth, and is very beautiful, not like some female surnames who play bodybuilding, a scary tendon meat.

"Yes," Don Quixote nodded.

Hearing Don Quixote agree, Esther showed a hint of joy, seemed to be a little excited, for no other reason, in the words of the earth, this is the first time she has come out on a date, she has wandered around various bars a few times before, either a little nervous and afraid to speak, or she met the type she doesn't like or even a little disgusting, naturally they all returned, and this time, in Esther's opinion, Don Quixote's location is very punctual, hidden, people are also very punctual, clean, comfortable, and the voice is also very good, So I accidentally exposed that I was actually a novice hole card.

Don Quixote smiled slightly, and did not poke it, but turned around and hugged Esther, "Don't worry, drink more wine first, relax, it will feel much better"

Saying that, Don Quixote took out a few bottles of his "specially brewed" Ferron version of the two-pot head from the space ring, and of course, his action also made Esther's eyes flash a hint of discoloration, "Will people with space rings be short of money?"

"Looks like I accidentally found a man with a secret, but what does it matter?" Esther grabbed the bottle and poured a full glass into her own cup, "It's just a one-night stand anyway"

"Ahem~"

"You're a little fast, I actually want to tell you, this wine is a bit strong"

Esther patted her chest and glared at Don Quixote with some indignation, for the tone of his voice reminded her of Huey Hale, though she still didn't know what the man's real name was.

"Drink slowly," Don Quixote lightly wiped the wine drops off the woman's face with his fingers, seeing her flashing flush, Don Quixote couldn't help but laugh in his heart, he was nearly thirty years old in his last life, but he was still a virgin, but in this life, he was actively dated, and he was still a chick, which is enough to prove one thing, appearance, is actually very important

Maybe it's nervousness, because Don Quixote has been holding her, maybe it's the first time he has no experience, so Esther really listened to Don Quixote's words, and drank the bottles of high-concentration liquor mixed with some messy things, the speed at which the female knight drank was shared by everyone, and after getting used to that spiciness, this wine, just like drinking water, poured it in, to be honest, Don Quixote was a little dumbfounded.

"Huh~" was just a middle-level knight, and almost drank all the wine by himself, Esther was already a little confused at this time, lying on Don Quixote's thigh softly, and burped, while Don Quixote leaned on the sofa, one hand gently put on the woman's hair, stroked a few times from time to time, and occasionally when he picked up the wine glass to drink, his eyes would also glance at the guys who were drinking there.

"It's warm," Esther squinted, enjoying the moment of peace, to be honest, she also felt as if she had drunk too much, and it was a little difficult to even maintain a normal mind, but she didn't mind, this was what she was looking for, at this moment, she was lying on this man's lap, and she really felt the warmth for the first time in more than two years, a feeling called Harbor, at this moment, the desire for the surname in her body seemed to be slowly fading, and she suddenly had a feeling that she wanted to lie down like this all the time

"Poor woman," Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders after glancing at Esther, and he didn't know who gave you the courage to go undercover in the temple, of course he didn't like to pity the jade, Don Quixote had always believed that since the road was chosen by himself, then he had to finish it on his knees.

"Smack!" After seeing the men staggering to their feet with a woman in their arms, Don Quixote put down the empty wine glass in his hand, and also picked up the drunken Esther and followed them to the accommodation provided by the tavern.

"Bang~" Don Quixote put Esther, who was drunk like mud and almost unconscious under the action of some medicines, on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Esther who was breathing evenly through the grease lamp, indeed, not enough beautiful, but there was more than a wild surname, but unfortunately it seemed to be covered up by the temperament of a businessman, and it was a little regrettable.

"I'll start, ha" After a while, it seemed that after reacting to the bed, Esther wanted to take off her clothes in a daze, although in fact she could only instinctively shake her arms a few times, and then put it down helplessly, "You can do it yourself"

"Jingle bell~" The crisp bell sounded, vibrating the air, transmitted to the ears, absorbed by the eardrums, and transmitted to the brain by the analysis of electrical signals, so Esther was completely unconscious, and all this was done in an almost physical way.

Of course, this is also a patent of Don Quixote, since he knew that Xiu Yi could even detect this by the magic god's detection of the soul, he was even more determined to study this spell well, and strive to reach the highest level of hypnotism in his previous life, through the human body's own body to target his soul, and even modify the memory, there will not be any spell that can find even a trace of it, because no spell has ever touched the soul at all, although he only does it because he has always been careful.

"Ahem~" Don Quixote cleared his throat, "I'm a very rich ordinary businessman, not an adventurer, I just pretended to be cool and deceived you, and then I came here with you to open a house, we each took a shower, and then we both stripped naked," Speaking of which, Don Quixote really stripped Esther of her clothes, of course, and saw the scar on her back, thinking that this woman didn't seem to have been so happy in the past two years, and then he threw his clothes everywhere, and put his fingers into a place somewhere in Esther, who was already a little wet, "Oh, it's really there"

"Then when we were about to start, we found that it was blocked by your membrane, and I felt a little ashamed, so I took my clothes and left, leaving you alone, and slept until dawn."

After doing all this, Don Quixote covered Esther with a quilt, after all, it was still very cold in winter, and then he went to the bathroom, made it wet, and washed his hands, and then turned on a series of concealment spells and left here, he didn't touch Esther not because of anything else, but because he was afraid that if his sister Kyle knew that he had slept with someone who had betrayed her, she would definitely kill herself with her temper, and he was not hungry, so why should he make his wife unhappy

The same moves, the same technique, Don Quixote attacked those few of his own targets again, because there was no particularly powerful enemy, and the mage of the ring who was with him naturally would not come to see his subordinates, so Don Quixote left the hotel very easily, waved his sleeves, and left no trace, even Xiuyi, who had a soul chain, did not know all this.

"Ah~~" The morning sun couldn't reach the basement, but Esther still woke up on time, and she slowly got up from the bed with a yawn, "Damn it last night, what happened?"

"Oh!" she patted the bed a little depressed, "Damn," Esther lifted the quilt and reached out and touched her underneath, "Damn!

"But," Esther lay back on the bed, "a strange and interesting man." ”

In this experience, although she failed to achieve her goal, Esther found that the pressure and lust in her heart seemed to have disappeared a lot, a lot, because of the appearance of that man

(To be continued)