Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

After saying that, Theresia turned and left.

It really is……

Loya didn't know what to say.

A boss who doesn’t put on airs will give you full support and trust when you are still young.

Maybe Theresa has not conquered W, but she has conquered Loya.

Putting aside the gift he received in a fit of laughter and tears, Loya could finally sit paralyzed in his chair and fish with pay.

In three days, the facilities of the Ministry of Culture have been completely renovated, but there is still a shortage of people. There are still only two people, W and Loya.

It would be nice if someone came to join me directly...

Luo Ya thought beautifully.

The relationship with Theresia has become much closer in the past few days. When Theresia released "Childhood", she also included some private goods.

For example, it was announced that the Ministry of Culture of Babel was established, and the director was the author Loya, which attracted many people to Theresia.

Putting away his thoughts, Loya began to write the end of the new book.

"Don Quixote is dead and has left this land forever."

"The visionary Sid Hamed wrote: 'The backward and stubborn knights will gradually decline and eventually die out.'"

Bring out the theme and end.

Loya sent the book and started writing fairy tales for Amiya.

I finished writing before leaving get off work, and took one last look at my mailbox. There was a letter from a special reader, and the content was very brief:

"Dear Mr. Loya, I have an unreasonable request."

"Can you please write a fairy tale and send it to me."

I happened to have an article in hand, so Luo Ya sent it to me.

It's getting late, and after putting Amiya to sleep, I have to go back to put W to sleep.

Loya walked deep into the Tower of Babel and entered a room after passing through layers of security checks.

The little rabbit was lying on the bed obediently, and Theresa was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Loya nodded towards her, walked up to Amiya and touched her head.

"Look what I brought to Amiya?"

Loya smiled and shook the paper in his hand.

Under Amiya's surprised laughter, Loya began to tell this fairy tale.

"Once upon a time, there was a very powerful warrior. He heard that there was a very evil dragon on the other side of the mountain, so he decided to fight against it..."

Amiya fell asleep quickly due to the wonderful stories and gentle tone of voice.

Loya didn't say any more and left quietly with Theresia.

But the story ends like this:

"In the end, the warrior defeated the evil mage and rescued Longlong from the dark dungeon. They became friends and lived a happy life of laughter and laughter every day."

Helmer finished telling the story, and Ifrit was already asleep.

He gently stroked her cheek and saw the smile on her lips.

It seems Ifrit is satisfied with the story.

The warrior rescued the innocent dragon from the dungeon, and the ending was happy.

So, am I the evil mage?

Feeling more and more guilty, Hemo didn't dare to stay any longer, closed the door and left.

The two children were asleep, but someone was still up late at night.

Bonfires were lit in the wilds of Kazdaele.

"Do you want to go with me?"

Shining was still looking through her book.

"I don't know, maybe, I'm not interested in the Tower of Babel."

Margaret then replied, stood up and looked around.

"I'll go wander around."

"Yeah." Shining responded without raising his head.

At this time, Margaret would always find a place with no people to do something.

Maybe she was waving her sword, maybe she was staring at the moon in a daze.

Tonight, Margaret began to practice her unfamiliar swordsmanship.

Under the moon, she waved the sword in her hand.

The sword blade tore through the air with a sharp sound, and it was so fast that it left an afterimage, and sword flowers appeared one after another.

After a long time, Margaret sheathed her sword, let out a long breath, and walked in the direction she came from.

Looking at the road under my feet as I walked, the ground was covered with eroded soil, gravel, and...

a book?

Margaret stopped, took it in her hands and weighed it, it was very heavy.

The cover of the book is made of white metal, with a delicate sword engraved in the middle and the title of the book - "Don Quixote" engraved on the top.

It was actually in Casimir... Margaret opened it and saw the preface written at the front.

"Dear knight, hello..."

The enthusiasm revealed between the lines made Margaret feel that he had recognized the wrong person.

"Your comrade, 'L'."

Do we know each other well?Margaret was puzzled.

He did not consider whether what was written above was true or false, nor did he care whether he was being monitored.

A lonely knight has nothing to lose or even value to use.

Then take a look at this guy who calls himself "L" and says he wants to help him.

Not thinking that a book could help her, Margaret sat on the floor and opened the book:

"There is a village in Casimir. I don't know the name. Not long ago, a trainee knight lived in. There is an ancient shield hidden in the house, and there is also a spear, which is inserted into the gun stand..."

"Margaret!"

Until a cry woke her up, and Margaret jumped up subconsciously.

In the distance, a black figure ran toward her with a torch held high.

Shining ran to Margaret and saw that she was fine, so he explained:

"You only leave for an hour at a time, and now it's been two hours. I'm worried that something will happen to you."

Then he looked confused and said:

"You were sitting there just now..."

"It's nothing."

Margaret smiled slightly and secretly hid the book in her hand behind her back in the darkness.

"I was just looking at the moon."

Chapter 14 Don Quixote, we are all madmen

Before the smoke cleared, Margaret and Shining stepped in here.

"After passing through the war zone, we will arrive at the jurisdiction of Her Highness Theresia."

The two of them shuttled around the battlefield where the battle had just ended.

Margaret suddenly stretched out her hand to stop Shining.

"There is movement."

Pulling out her sword, Margaret quietly walked around a ruined building.

"Margaret, what's going on?"

Shining shouted not far away.

"..."

With struggle showing on her face, Margaret hesitated for a moment and then answered behind her: "No, it's nothing."

Then he put away his sword and walked towards Shining.

"Are there occasionally civilians in the war zone?" she asked seriously.

"No, if there is, it proves that the war has expanded again."

Shining replied sadly, and then stretched out his hand towards Margaret:

"Can I use your sword?"

Margaret froze and made no move.

Shining did not take back her hand, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

"no need."

Margaret walked back, drew her sword, swung it and sheathed it in one go.

The rocks pressing on the civilians of Sakaz fell down with the sound.

A small incident, the two did not mention it again and continued to walk side by side.

The Shining suddenly spoke:

"You are not that kind of person, Miss Margaret Linguang."

"Maybe, maybe I'm just so mean."

Margaret laughed to herself.

Shining shook his head and looked away.

"I used to be... no, not long ago, I was just like you."

"Now that I've stepped out, I hope you will too."

"Margaret, don't let the temporary confusion diminish your brilliance."

Hearing this, Margaret wanted to say something more, but somehow a figure appeared in her mind, which was the clip she saw the day before yesterday:

"Don Quixote also said many things, and it was obvious that it was impossible to change his mind."

"The man in green tried to stop him, but his bare hands were no match for his weapons."

As a negative teaching material, Don Quixote is very successful.

His mind was filled with fantasies about killing the lion no matter what, convinced that the lion was a ruse used by others to harm him.

Blind and stupid.

"I'd like to lend you some good advice," she said.

Shining smiled slightly and then praised:

"You are different from what I imagined as Knight Casimir. You have a sense of stability about you."

Yes, maybe.

Margaret didn't answer again.

A year later, she has learned to be restrained.

But growth comes with a price.