Don Quixote is a guy who does not easily show his emotions whether he is on the earth or in the world of Ferron, in his native dialect, he is a stuffy gourd, especially after coming to the world of Ferron and becoming an ability, his emotions are even more restrained, and he always looks like he is smiling but not smiling, but at this moment, he has experienced one of the many emotions of human beings for the first time, that is, guilt.

Don Quixote knows very well that the death of these sisters is inseparable from herself, and Lia can reluctantly use her life to excuse herself, but this girl can't think about it for a while and ends up depressed, but Panderi's death is completely because of herself, without the slightest excuse.

At this time, he even hated himself a little, if he could have insisted a little longer and forcibly took her with him, maybe this hateful woman would not have to die, as for why he was sure that Pandrier was dead, the reason was very simple, through the information provided by Krent, he had already roughly understood "Lantes" The plan was to take Pendri's body, to imitate the woman for five years, or even longer, until he was satisfied, and then to approach himself, after all, if you want to defeat a person, staying by his side to study him thoroughly is the best choice, and with the power of the Buddha, and the carefulness of Lantes, Arthur Pendri could not have survived from any point of view.

So for Don Quixote, he thought it was just a relatively long farewell, but he didn't expect it to be a farewell, as for the soul, it is also a master of playing with the soul, whether it is Buddha or Lantes, he will not give Arthur Pendri's soul a chance to escape at all.

Inexplicably, Don Quixote had an urge to sing, for he clearly remembered that the first time he met the hateful woman was by a huge fountain, and she sat beside him in her very modest clothes, and he remembered that he had pretended to be very serious and took her hand and told the people around him that this was his wife

Thinking of this, Don Quixote, who smiled bitterly, took out the bard's instrument from the space ring, a smaller guitar, of course, it also has the name of the world of Ferren, ukulele, under Don Quixote's playing, a music that obviously does not belong to Britain, or even to any known country, resounded in this jungle.

Maybe it was because of Don Quixote's mood that he played a hint of sadness with this cheerful ukulele, but this time, he played not the song "A Chinese Ghost Story", but another song he liked very much in his previous life, "The Price of Love".

Don Quixote's voice is not as rich as the creator of this song, Li Zongsheng, and even said that the lyrics of this song are not able to fully express Don Quixote's thoughts in many places, to be precise, it is a little unsuitable for Don Quixote's mood, and the song is played in British language, and it does not rhyme as the original song, it will sound a little weird, but it doesn't matter, at this time, in this place, Don Quixote suddenly wants to hum this song quietly alone-

"Who!" The song stopped abruptly, Don Quixote raised his head violently, his eyes swept over the surrounding jungle, just now, he felt a trace of a somewhat chaotic soul fluctuation, it is obvious that there is a person hidden nearby, although he did not open the mirror of the sky at this moment, but as a soul mage, he is still very sensitive to this kind of fluctuation, and it is impossible to perceive the wrong oolong, which makes him can't help but raise a trace of vigilance, to be able to get close to himself so close for so long without being discovered by himself, it is obvious that he should be a very powerful person, he slowly stood up and even began to construct spells, obviously in the face of unknown dangers, Don Quixote will never hold it up。

After a few breaths, the man seemed to confirm that he had been exposed, and the surname Suo gave up hiding, and under the gaze of Don Quixote, a thick conifer tree near the tent, after a faint green glow, came out of it a man covered in a cloak, but from the figure, the smell wafting from the air, and the curves that appeared through the cloak, it could still be determined that it was a female surname.

"Are you?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spell in his hand was ready to be fired, and there was no trace of sadness on his face at the moment, only indifference that people couldn't see what they were thinking.

The woman with the cloak didn't seem to be hostile, even if Don Quixote was holding a powerful spell in her hand at the moment, she also walked to Don Quixote, and then took off her hat, a water of golden hair fell down with the hat being lifted, and at the same time, there was a perfect face in front of Don Quixote's eyes, but he was not in the mood to appreciate this art at the moment, the long ears, and the shape of the pupils, and even the aura exuded by itself, all told Don Quixote that this was a pure-blooded elf, and Char Donghai in the Mirror of the Sky also floated over and said This is a strong man at the level of the god of law.

"First meeting, Lord Don Quixote," the pure-blood elf nodded slightly at Don Quixote, "I am Yulia, Queen of the Elven Empire's Forest of Light Elves. ”

"Forest of Light Elves," Don Quixote had naturally heard about these things from Arthur Pendley, so he also dispersed the spell in his hand, "I don't know the Queen" Don Quixote originally wanted to say that he was peeping at what I was doing, but when he thought about it, it was a little rude to say this, so he changed his words, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

The woman, who seemed to have a smile on her face forever, sat down on the wooden pier beside Don Quixote and looked up at Don Quixote, "I want to meet you, a man who makes my two children like at the same time, what is it like, to be honest, I am curious." ”

"And what do you think?" said Don Quixote, who seemed to raise his hands as if to ease his anger a little, as if he were playfully ready for you to see.

"Hehe," Yulia chuckled a few times and glanced at Don Quixote again, "The appearance is okay, the strength is so-so, although the singing style is a little weird, but it is really good, and"

"Also," Yulia's voice fell, "you are very similar to that child's surname, you take everything to heart, don't tell others, only when you are alone, you will release your emotions, no wonder with that child's tough surname, will also like you." ”

Some people are born with shallow eye sockets and can't hold tears, so it's obviously just the first time they meet, and even Yulia, who is not very familiar with both parties, shed tears again, but compared to Irelia's overwhelmed, Don Quixote didn't make much fuss about it, the strong people in this world have never cultivated their minds, so even if they have the ability to reach the sky, many times they are still the same as ordinary people, and their surnames are greater than their surnames, and these two children like her daughters died together, as a "mother" A few tears were shed, and no one could say no.

Taking the tissue from Don Quixote, Yulia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What is this? ”

"I made it with alchemy, a tissue that I used to wipe my sweat and hands, and of course, I could use it when I went to the toilet. ”

"Haha," Yulia was easily amused at Don Quixote's little joke, "Although Pendeli is very similar to you in many places, she only lacks a sense of humor, and she is in her thirties, and she has never married herself." ”

Saying that, she glanced at Don Quixote again, as if she saw the shadow of Arthur Pendry on his body, and even subconsciously reached out and pinched Don Quixote's cheek, of course, this is not to **, or to say that she has any thoughts about this man, it is like a mother who sees someone who is very similar to her dead child, and she can't help but want to get close to that child and find something to comfort herself from him.

"Sadness doesn't need to be written on your face, tears don't need to flow from your eyes," Don Quixote smiled slightly, wrapped his two hands around the somewhat trembling hand, and respectfully placed it on his forehead, which is a kind of etiquette in the British Empire for juniors to show respect to their elders, "Aunt Yulia, that's what she called you, please rest assured, I will definitely avenge her revenge!"

"Goo~" Maybe it was a long journey, along the way Yulia can be said to have not eaten a drop of water, so her stomach screamed a few times, but it also dispelled the somewhat suppressed anger between the two people, some blushing Yulia squatted on the wooden pier, watching Don Quixote there with the pot left by Irelia cooking lunch, although the ingredients are very common, but in this man's hands, these ingredients seem to have magic power, exuding a real fragrance, so that this pure-blood elf who has only eaten very light elf food all his life swallows saliva from time to time, obviously, whether it is a person or an elf, no matter how sad it is, and when you're hungry, you still have to eat.

"Have you contacted her in the past five years?" asked Yulia as she ate a bowl of potato-stewed salamander meat.

"No," Don Quixote gently stirred the food in the pot with a spoon. The last time I saw her, probably before Leah left Britain, because of some things, I was going to stay in Erman for a long time, and I told her that if she wanted to, she could come with me, and let Britain join Char's system of the United Nations, so that she would not have to worry about this country anymore, so if there was any omission in what Lord Krent heard, I think Pendria must have been invaded by that person after that, and if so, she could have taken that opportunity to go with me. ”

"This miserable child," Yulia sighed for a long time, "but she was lucky to meet you, I used to think that she could only live alone in this life, by the way, how do you know that she called me Aunt Yulia?"

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, apparently he had only discovered it after reading Yulia's brainwaves, but he couldn't say that to a stranger, "Pendere told me, she said that you are just like her mother, in fact, she has always wanted to call you mother, but," Don Quixote, who was not lying, stretched out his hand and stroked, "She said that she is a half-elf, and if she said so, it would make you very embarrassed, even the elders of the elven empire would not agree." ”

Obviously, Don Quixote's words for Penderi made Yulia cry again, which made him want to suck his mouth, and it was okay to say such sensational words, and it was a burst of comfort, which made Yulia burst into tears.

"You should go back first, after coming out for a long time, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of others, and I think if there is no accident, we will soon be able to meet at Leah's funeral. ”

"All right, Aunt Yulia," Don Quixote stood up, taking Yulia's hand and helping her up, "then I'll take my leave." ”

"Hmm. ”――

"Seen the great Grim Reaper, Osiris. ”

After leaving Yulia and calming down his emotions again, Don Quixote went to the underworld again, although, basically every day, he was already familiar with the road, Osiris was either in a daze on his throne, or curled up in a ball and lay in the bedroom on the top floor to sleep, but for some reason, every time she passed, she would retract her feet into the quilt, which made Don Quixote feel a little sorry.

"Hmm," Osiris turned her head, her whole body curled up in the quilt, "it's late." ”

"Something happened," Don Quixote half-knelt in front of Osiris, although he is a person who does not like to share his emotions with others, judging from his facial expressions, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but Osiris is also a true god, and Don Quixote has a very special relationship, God and the elect, of course, the most important thing is that occasionally she seems to be able to sense the depths of her own heart, although she doesn't know how this is going on, but some natural Osiris attributes it to the reason why she is an invincible true god。

Naturally, this time, Osiris also noticed that her voters were in a very bad mood, so she stretched out her arm from the quilt and rubbed Don Quixote's head, a smooth arm like a work of art, obviously Osiris at this time did not seem to be wearing her black one-piece dress, if it was usual, Don Quixote might probably have a greedy peek, but at this moment he didn't seem to be in this mood, just opened his mind and shared some memories with Osiris.

It seemed to be a little cold, or maybe he was not used to seeing outsiders with so many naked bodies, and soon, Osiris withdrew his arm, and a huge and powerful book appeared in front of Osiris, and after the book turned a few pages without wind, Osiris shook her head, "Her name does not appear on the Codex of the underworld, and my ** should not have brought her to the underworld." ”

"Is that so?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, the mage of the Krent realm, it is impossible not to find Leah's soul, so it is very likely that Arthur Pandre will take Leah away, her soul has not left the body, at this moment, her soul is in the hands of that Arthur Pendrey (to be continued.) )