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Whether on Earth or in the world of Faerun, Don Quixote is a guy who does not easily express his emotions. In his native dialect, he is a dull gourd, especially when he comes to the world of Faerun and becomes a After becoming a capable person, his emotions became more restrained, and he always looked like a half-smile, but at this moment, for the first time, he experienced one of the many emotions of human beings, that is, guilt .

Don Quixote knew very well that the death of the pair of sisters was inseparable from him. Liya could forcefully use that fate as an excuse, but the girl herself couldn't think about it for a while and died in depression, but Pan Deli's death was completely It's all because of myself, there is no excuse at all.

At this moment, he even hated himself a little. If he had been able to persist a little longer and forcibly bring her by his side, maybe this hateful woman would not have to die. As for why he was sure that Pan Deli was dead, the reason was also very simple. According to the information provided by Lent, he has roughly understood the plan of "Lantes", which is to take Pandeli's body, and painstakingly imitate that woman for five years or even longer, until he reaches the level he is satisfied with. Then get close to yourself. After all, if you want to defeat a person, the best choice is to stay by his side and study him thoroughly. With Buddha's ability and Lantes' carefulness, from any point of view, Arthur Pendry It is impossible to survive.

So for Don Quixote, he thought it was just a relatively long farewell, but he didn't expect it to be a permanent farewell. As for the soul, he is also a master at playing with the soul.Buddha is also good.Or Lantes worth mentioning.Arthur Pendry's soul would never be given a chance to escape.

Inexplicably, Don Quixote had an urge to sing, because he clearly remembered that the first time he met that hateful woman was next to a huge fountain. She was sitting in that very plain dress. Beside him, he still remembered that he once pretended to be serious and took her hand and told the people around him that this was his wife...

Think about it.Don Quixote, who smiled wryly a few times, took out the bard's musical instrument from the space ring, a guitar one size smaller. Of course, it also had the name of the Faerun world, ukulele. Under Huode's playing, a piece of music that obviously does not belong to Britain, or even to any known country's style of music, rang in this jungle.

Maybe it's because of Don Quixote's mood that he just played a tinge of sadness with this cheerful ukulele, only this time.What he played was not that "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 magnetic as Li Zongsheng, the creator of this song. He even said that the lyrics of this song cannot fully express Don Quixote's thoughts in many places. It doesn't fit Don Quixote's mood, and the song in the British language doesn't rhyme as well as the original song. It sounds a little weird, but it doesn't matter. This time, this place, Don Quixote Quixote suddenly wanted to be alone humming this song...

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"Who!" The singing stopped abruptly, Don Quixote raised his head abruptly, his eyes swept across the surrounding jungle, just now, he felt a little chaotic soul fluctuation, obviously there was a person hidden nearby, although At this moment, he did not open the mirror of the sky, but as a soul mage, he is still very sensitive to this kind of fluctuation, and it is impossible for him to perceive wrong oolongs, which made him a little vigilant. He hadn't been discovered by himself for a long time, obviously he should be a very powerful person. He stood up slowly and even started to construct spells. Obviously, in the face of unknown dangers, Don Quixote would never hold back.

After a few breaths, the man seemed to have confirmed that he had been exposed, so he simply gave up hiding. Under Don Quixote's gaze, a thick conifer tree near the tent flashed a faint green light, A person wearing a cloak came out from inside, but from the figure, the smell wafting from the air, and the vague curves displayed by the cloak, one could still identify this as a woman.

"You are?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spell in his hand was ready to be released. At this moment, there was no trace of sadness on his face, and what was left was only what people were thinking indifference.

The woman buttoning the cloak didn't seem to be hostile. Even though Don Quixote was holding a powerful spell in his hand at the moment, she walked up to Don Quixote, took off her hat, and took a shower. The golden hair fell down as the hat was lifted, and at the same time, there was a perfect face in front of Don Quixote, but he was not in the mood to appreciate this art at the moment, the long ears , as well as the shape of the pupils, and even the aura emanating from itself, all tell Don Quixote that this is a pure-blooded elf, and Char in the mirror of the sky. strong.

"Nice to meet, Your Excellency Don Quixote," the pure-blooded elf nodded slightly to Don Quixote, "I am Yulia, Queen of the Forest of Light Elves in the Elven Empire."

"Forest of Light Elves," Don Quixote naturally heard about these things from Arthur Pendry, so he dispelled the spell in his hand, "I don't know, Your Lady Queen..." Don Quixote originally wanted to say Peeping at what I was doing, but when I thought it would be impolite to say this, I changed my mind and said, "What can I do for you?"

This woman who seemed to have a smile on her face forever sat down on the wooden pier beside Don Quixote, looked up at Don Quixote, "I want to see you, one who let my two children To be honest, I'm curious about what kind of man I like."

"Then what do you think?" As he said that, Don Quixote seemed to ease his anger, and raised his hands playfully, as if for you to check.

"Hehe," Yulia chuckled a few times, and looked at Don Quixote again. "The appearance is not bad. The strength is so-so. Singing... Although the style of the song is a bit weird, it really sounds good, and..."

"Also," Yulia's voice also dropped when she said this, "You are very similar to that child in character, you keep everything in your heart, don't tell others, and only release it when you are alone." Your own emotions. No wonder that child likes you with his tough character. "

Some people are born with shallow eye sockets and can't hold tears, so it was only the first time they met, and Yulia, who was not familiar with both parties, shed tears again, but compared to Irelia's bewilderment, Don Quixote didn't make too much fuss about this. The strong in this world have never cultivated their minds, so even if they are capable, they are often the same as ordinary people.Sensibility is greater than reason, the two children who are like her daughter died together.As a "mother" shed a few tears, no one was able to say no.

After receiving the tissue from Don Quixote, Yulia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What is this? It smells delicious."

"I refined it using alchemy. It is a paper towel specially used for wiping sweat and hands. Of course, it can also be used when going to the toilet."

"Haha," Yulia was easily amused by Don Quixote's little joke, "Although Pandeli resembles you in many ways, she lacks a sense of humor. She is in her thirties. , I have never married myself out."

As she spoke, she took another look at Don Quixote, and seemed to see the shadow of Arthur Pendry on him, and even subconsciously stretched out her hand to pinch Don Quixote's cheek. Of course, this was not to take advantage, Or what do you think about this man? It's like a mother who sees someone who is very similar to her dead child, and can't help but want to get close to that child, looking for what can be found in him. Comfort yourself with something.

"Sorrow doesn't need to be written on the face, and tears don't need to flow from the eyes," Don Quixote smiled slightly, wrapping his two hands around the trembling hand, respectfully letting go. It was on his forehead. This is a kind of etiquette in the British Empire, where juniors show respect to their elders. "Aunt Yulia, that's what she called you. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge her!"

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"Gu~" Maybe it was a long journey, and Yulia didn't drink a drop of water along the way, so she groaned a few times, but she also dispelled the somewhat suppressed anger between the two of them. Erjing, a blushing Yulia squatted on the wooden pier, watching Don Quixote cook lunch with the pot left by Irelia. Although the ingredients are very common, but in this man In his hands, these ingredients seem to have magical powers, exuding a real fragrance, which makes this pure-blood elf who has only eaten very light elf food all his life swallow his saliva from time to time. Obviously, people are good, elves Well, no matter how sad you are, you still have to eat when you are hungry.

"Have you contacted her in the past five years?" Yulia asked while eating a bowl of stewed salamander meat with potatoes.

"No," Don Quixote gently stirred the food in the pot with a spoon, "the last time I saw her was probably before Leah left Britain. Because of some things, I will stay in Germany for a long time. She said that if she wants, she can come with me and let Britain join the Charian United Nations system, so that she doesn't have to worry about this country anymore, so if there is nothing missing in what Mr. Krent heard If so, I think Pan Deli should have been invaded by that person after that, if it was before then, she could have taken that opportunity to go with me."

"This poor child," Yulia sighed after a long time, "However, she is lucky to meet you. I used to think that she could only live alone in this life. By the way, how do you know? She calls me Aunt Yulia?"

"Eh..." Don Quixote shrugged, apparently he only discovered this after reading Yulia's brain waves, but he couldn't say that to a stranger, "Pandley told me , she said that you are like her mother, in fact she always wanted to call you mother, but," Don Quixote, who is not a bad lie, stretched out his brush, "she said she was a half-elf, if so , will make you very embarrassed, even the elders of the Elven Empire will not agree."

Obviously, the words that Don Quixote made up for Pan Deli made Yulia cry again, which made him want to slap his own mouth, saying such provocative words was another burst of comfort, which made Yulia cry again. Leah laughed through tears.

"You go back first. You've been out for a long time, and it's inevitable that others will be suspicious. I think if there are no accidents, we will be able to meet at Liya's funeral soon."

"Okay, Aunt Yulia," Don Quixote stood up, and at the same time took Julia's hand and helped her up, "Then I will take my leave first."

"Ah."

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"Meet the great Grim Reaper, Osiris."

After leaving Julia and calming down his emotions, Don Quixote went to the underworld together again. Although he was already familiar with the routine of going there basically every day, Osiris was either in a daze on her throne or curled up Lying in a ball in the bedroom on the top floor to sleep, but for some reason, every time she passed by, she would retract her feet under the quilt, which made Don Quixote feel a little sorry.

"Hmm..." Osiris, whose whole body was huddled under the quilt, turned her head, "I'm late."

"Something happened," Don Quixote half-kneeled in front of Osiris, although he is a person who doesn't like to share his emotions with others, judging from his facial expression, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Sure, but Osiris is also a true god anyway, 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 perceive the depths of the soul of the elect, although She didn't know how this happened, but Osiris, who was a little naturally dumbfounded, attributed it to the fact that she was 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 under the quilt, rubbed Don Quixote's head, the smooth arm like a work of art, Apparently Osiris didn't seem to be wearing her black one-piece dress at this time. If it was normal, Don Quixote would probably sneak a few greedy glances, but at this moment he didn't seem to be in the mood, just open She changed her mind and shared some memories with Osiris.

It seemed that it was a little cold, or that she was not used to seeing outsiders with so many naked bodies. Soon, Osiris withdrew her arm, and a huge book with a powerful aura appeared on Osiris. In front of her, after Wufeng automatically turned a few pages, Osiris shook her head, "Her name doesn't appear on the Underworld Handbook, so my avatar probably didn't bring her to the Underworld."

"Is that so?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly. It is impossible for a mage in Krent's majestic domain not to discover Liya's soul, so it is very likely that when Arthur Pendry takes Liya away, her The soul has not left the body. At this moment, her soul is most likely in the hands of Arthur Pendry... (to be continued...)

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