"It's really not changed at all," Don Quixote, who was pulling a group of people, returned to the door of his teacher's house in Yaraschi in Britain. The familiar rusty iron door was dry without anyone taking care of it.
The dead flower beds and the blue brick road covered in dust made Don Quixote feel moved that the couple are lazy.
Obviously, I said I was going to attend the funeral, but what might happen at that time. Taking Shirley and Angela with two oil bottles would only get in the way, so Don Quixote decided to let them stay at the teacher's house.
, stay for a few days, with Feila's protection, these two people should not have any problems.
"Bang! Bang!" After opening the iron door outside the manor, Shirley, who was walking in the front, smashed the door of the Alsace villa. For her, she didn't know much, whether it was Liya or Pandeli.
Naturally, there is nothing to be sad about. I am a little excited about being able to see her grandmother Feila again. After all, the two of them have lived together for so long and they have a relationship.
"Squeak~" Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, Phila, who had not seen for a long time, appeared in Don Quixote's sight, still in that outfit. Don Quixote even doubted whether this woman had left this house in recent years.
.
"grandmother!"
"Hmm?" Fei stretched out his hand and pulled Shirley's tentacles, "What? I didn't hear it clearly!"
"Sister, I miss you so much!"
"Cough~" Alsace, who was standing behind Feila, wanted to greet his students, but unfortunately he saw that there was actually Ji Shen among the people who came with him. Rommel could only grab the back of his head awkwardly. Yes,
He gestured a few times in the air. "Come in first and talk about it."
"The inside is renovated. Why don't you clean it up outside?" Don Quixote, who walked in, looked around. Obviously, the inside of the villa was very clean and new.
"Your master's wife did it with magic," Alsace pointed at Feila who was holding Shirley, "she said she was too lazy to go out."
“….”
"You little bastard, you have been leaving for five years. If you don't say you can't come back, you really won't come back!"
Looking at the aggressive Phila, Don Quixote smiled and waved his hand, "It's not for Rommel's business. You have to blame it even if you want it..."
"Cough~" Kyle suddenly coughed. Obviously, Kyle was afraid that her husband would say something he shouldn't say. After all, she knew that thing. If she raised it on such an occasion, it would only embarrass everyone.
"Hmph! These are all excuses," Fei stretched out a hand and pulled Don Quixote's ear. "Next time I dare not come back for so long, you're waiting!"
"Yes. Yes," in order to avoid Fella's attack, Don Quixote took a few steps back without a trace. Obviously, he knew that his master's wife never counted.
Some people say that when a group of people get together, if you don’t deliberately divide the group, then the people who are closest are the best relationship, and those who deliberately avoid it are the deepest bonds and some unbearable past.
Yes, but at this moment, Alsace found that the woman who made him feel guilty for more than a thousand years was not too far away from him.
This made him very happy, thinking that she had finally forgiven herself or untied her heart. Unfortunately, when he looked again, he realized that this woman would take her baby student as the core and unconsciously
He changed his position, and even his eyes never looked at him again. It was not his contempt, but his current ignorance, just like he was a stranger...
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In Alsace's study, the old and the young sat opposite each other. In order to avoid the so-called embarrassment, the women, including Rommel, arranged a room for each of them under the leadership of Fella, and finally the church was still there.
Quixote spoke first and briefly told Alsace about his purpose and what happened.
"You don't have to be sad. As a lich, you are still very young. In the future, you will know that all kinds of friends will gradually grow old, or have various accidents, and eventually leave you."
The mature Alsace did not comfort his students. After all, if death is not the relatives around you, then you will not feel the pain of losing. Simply comforting with words is
It’s very pale and powerless. Instead of comforting me, it’s better to just change the topic.
As he said that, Alsace handed Don Quixote a cigarette, "This is my new development. The dream dust thing doesn't taste very good. If you suck too much, your head hurts. Don't say it, I'm really endless.
I found a kind of big leaf clover similar to what you said in the jungle. After drying it, it made it into this cigarette. It tasted much better than dream dust."
"Hiss~" Don Quixote took a deep breath of this true cigarette, and a familiar and spicy feeling spread in his body. It was really comfortable, "Teacher, you have something to say."
Looking at Arthas's reluctant to speak, Don Quixote played the ashes, "When did you become such a mother-in-law?"
"That..." Alsace also lit a cigarette, but what surprised Don Quixote was that his teacher actually made a huge cigarette without a teacher, which looked very much like a cigar.
Similar, "Haha, the little one is sucking boring, that... Is Rommel okay now?"
"Not bad," Don Quixote scraped his forehead with his thumb. "As long as you don't mention that scar, it's normal, why do you think?"
"No, no..." Arthas waved his hand, "Not to mention your master's wife, that kind of thing happened just, and she and I can't go back. I just don't want that thing to bother her all the time.
If... if she could be better with you, I wouldn't mind."
"Cough~ Cough~" Don Quixote's mouth fell directly on the robe, and he bounced from the chair. Obviously, his teacher thought he had dug his corner, "I said why are you stinging hesitantly vomiting
Yes, my dear teacher, don’t worry, I have no special relationship with Lord Rommel!”
Alsace then sucked a big sip of cigarettes, to be precise, a cigar, "You little brat. Who do you think your teacher is? I am a great frost lich. I have been apart from others for more than a thousand years.
I asked her but she wasn't allowed to look for other happiness? No matter whether it was you or not, I just hope she can live a better life in the future, so that I feel better."
"Teacher," after a long time, Don Quixote said leisurely, "Your heart is so broad!"
"Bang!" A foot made of air kicked Don Quixote hard on the butt. "Boy, don't be poor with me!" However, Alsace's expression was now
Extremely formal, "I want you to promise me something."
"You said," Don Quixote rubbed his butt, obviously the kick was not light. After all, I always feel so dissatisfied with the woman I once loved, although
In fact, there is almost no connection between these two people.
"Promise me and be kind to her. No matter what your identity is, even if it is a friend, your teacher, I have done such a wrong thing in my life, but I have no chance to make up for it."
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Perhaps it is because the weather is beautiful, and there have always been more foggy and fewer sunny days in the British Empire in recent days, few have been clear sky. Although the sky is still dotted with a lot of white clouds, it is already very good than the smog weather.
Not bad, on February 14th, Don Quixote took another jet boat with Kyle, Chara, and Rommel toward the Forest Palace in the Lake.
Through the round window of the airship, the familiar Nesson Lake Forest once again appeared in his sight. However, compared with the coniferous forest of the German Empire, the Nesson Lake Forest was obviously sweeping away the fallen leaves.
Most of the trees have fallen off their leaves and look bare, but they are quite in line with Don Quixote's mood at this time. The leaves fall back to their roots and the cycle of life and death. Unfortunately, whether it is Leah or Pandeli, their souls
He had never entered the underworld, so the last glimmer of hope in Don Quixote's heart had long been shattered.
"After arriving," Don Quixote slowly turned around, "Qin, pay attention to controlling his emotions."
Knowing his enemy, the man who killed his ancestors and almost destroyed the entire Xia'a Empire was below. Xia'a Qin was able to nod so calmly instead of turning into a giant dragon directly, because of Don Quixo
De was by his side, and from time to time he was giving her spiritual energy.
"I know," Xia Ya took a few deep breaths and her whole face became more and more cold. Obviously, this woman thought that since I couldn't act, she would just keep her face tight so that no one could say anything about me.
Anyway, this is a funeral, so it should have been.
"Rommeel, just hide in the airship, wait for my signal, and you are ready to summon the Sun God at any time if you need it."
"Okay," Rommel nodded. She didn't look as lively as usual at this time, but Don Quixote didn't care too much. In his opinion, she was a woman who had lived for more than a thousand years.
She still understands the situation and jokes.
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"I'm not afraid that your wife will be jealous? I don't want to be killed by the true god~"
At night, on the balcony on the top floor of the villa, Rommel held his chest with his hands in his arms, watched Arthas come over, and instinctively retreated almost, keeping a distance from him. Obviously, this unconscious action was conveying a way to Arthas.
The signal is that you and I are already strangers. What's the matter with me?
Arthas, who saw everything, did not speak, but looked at the woman a few times, and it looked nothing changed from the past. Of course, Arthas refers to appearance, but his eyes changed, although he still had hatred.
But there was no trace of indescribable entanglement.
After a long time, Alsace smiled, "Do whatever you want, do it, I have no relationship with you anymore. For the sake of the past, I will be happier, so that I will be less punished.
.”
"For some reason," Rommel couldn't help but instinctively took a few steps back, as if he wanted to avoid Alsace's concern, or because of some other reason, he was too close to him, "I would do it without saying that I would do it if I didn't need to say it.
, If there is nothing else, I'll go back first..."
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Rommel, who was lying on the sofa, also held a cigarette in his mouth. Since the cigarette was made of pure natural substances, she could also feel the spicy feeling of real smoking, just like drinking, and it would be choking.
Feeling, but not getting drunk.
"Ouch!" The cigarette butt's fire approached Rommel more and more. The hot temperature brought by the dragged her from her memory back to reality. After accurately throwing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, she could only send it out in the end.
An unknown sigh.
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Although Arthur Leah is a princess, for some reasons, the funeral only invited people from the royal family and some close relationships, such as Don Quixote, such as Yulia, the queen of the light elf, and of course Zema
The ministers and nobles of S were princesses after all, and the funeral was too shabby. The royal family was incredible. So under the leadership of Merlin, Don Quixote along the way did not see too many people, "What about Pandeli
?”
After a few years, Meilin's hair has turned gray again. I don't know if it was a worry recently. "The Queen is inside," Meilin stretched out her finger and pointed to the mourning hall. In fact, in Britain and most countries,
It is the custom of building a morgue room after death and then allowing relatives and friends to meet for the last time.
"She's okay."
"No," Merlin shook her head, "but I haven't spoken these days, and I don't know what to do."
Pushing open the door of the mourning hall, there was a crystal coffin in the middle. You could vaguely see the body of Leah lying in it protected by a higher-level spell, and Arthur Pandri was standing next to the coffin.
So after five years, these two people met each other again. (To be continued...)
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