"Long time no see," walked to the coffin and Don Quixote stood in front of Arthur Pandri. The woman looked a little haggard and her eyes were also a little scarlet.
"Long time no see," Arthur Pandri said for a while, his voice sounded a little hoarse, giving people the feeling of crying secretly behind his back for a long time.
"How did she die?" Without too much communication, Don Quixote turned around and placed his hand on the crystal coffin. The feeling of getting it was cold. Obviously, it was a spell that maintained a constant temperature, and inside
Lea still looked like she was just asleep, although she might never feel the world.
"I died of illness. Uncle Merlin and the priest of the Temple of Life have checked her body. There seemed to be many bumps growing in her body. Some of them can only be sensed with spiritual energy. The larger ones can even be discovered with the naked eye. The priest said
This disease has been cured in recent years and has a very high mortality rate. Even with a semi-elves' constitution, it cannot withstand the swallowing of these strange bumps."
"Have you left any last words?"
Arthur Pandri nodded and took out a piece of parchment from her arms, "She has been traveling abroad in recent years. A few days ago, she felt that she was not good enough, so she first commissioned a mercenary group to send herself back.
Unfortunately, when the mercenary group passed, she was already dead."
Don Quixote took the parchment. To be honest, he had never seen Lia's handwriting, so he couldn't tell whether it was written by Lia. "I feel uncomfortable in my body. I hired a mercenary group, sister,
Uncle Merlin. If I can’t go back alive, don’t be sad-Arthur Leah.”
He breathed lightly. Don Quixote returned the parchment to Pandeli, "Is there anything else?"
Arthur Pandli took out a thick and worn note from the space ring, "This space ring is also hers, I found it inside."
"Diary?" Don Quixote took the note and flipped it out casually. Naturally, the last diary written on the night of February 1st also came into view. The blood on it had become under the influence of time.
She was a little black, and you can imagine that when she was writing this diary, her body had reached its limit.
"A woman's revenge..." Seeing this, Don Quixote couldn't help but smile. Of course, this was helplessness, and it was also ridiculing himself. Obviously, he always regarded Leah as a little girl, thinking that she was about him.
The so-called first love is nothing but something optional.
Don Quixote used the earth's thinking and believed that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl would not know what it means to be **. Even if she was a direct rejection, it would be just a person who would be buried by time in a short time.
I will sooner or later forget the wound. But he ignored it. This is no longer the earth, but the world of Feren, the elves, and half-elves will not fall in love with someone easily, but once they fall in love with it, they will be famous for their whole life.
The world of Feren, that is not a casual talk. Now, this diary and the corpse lying there have taught Don Quixote a heavy lesson.
"You don't have to be too sad. Life and death are fate. Some things are beyond human reach," Don Quixote put his letter gently on the crystal coffin, turned around and looked at Arthur Pandri, and said as he said
He stretched out his hand and gently scratched Arthur Pandri's face with the outside of his fingers.
Arthur Pandri seemed to have no intention of dodging for this intimate action. Seeing this, Don Quixote smiled slightly, and his hand slid down her cheeks, all the way to her neck, just in time.
He held her neck and half of her face with his hands, but his little finger did not seem to be closed tightly, but slightly separated downwards, just touching the end of her neck, which is near her collarbone.
Of course, Arthur Pandli, who lowered his head slightly and blushed, did not seem to have any reaction to this, but Don Quixote did not touch the imagined things, such as the necklace. Of course, this is also normal, as smart as her
, It is impossible to leave such a big flaw. Thinking of this Don Quixote sighed and said quietly, "Do you know?"
The man's voice sounded in the quiet mourning hall. Although it was calm, it was filled with a hint of hatred, "Don't say that I gave you five years, even if I gave you fifty years, you can only learn to resemble the shape. The soul is the best in this world.
A magical thing, you can destroy it, but you can't become it, because every person and every soul are unique."
"Oh," Arthur Pandri's breath changed when he heard Don Quixote's words. The sadness on his face had long disappeared, and even the one that was originally a little red due to congestion
His eyes also became extremely clear. Obviously, everything before was pretended, "not entirely."
"Oh?" Don Quixote also put his other hand on Arthur Pandri's shoulder, to be precise, and grabbed her shoulder blades tightly. This was a kind of heartfelt anger, and even
Want to eat the person in front of you, with the flesh, "Do you have a way?"
"Of course, everyone has their own secrets, right?" Arthur Pandeli chuckled a few times, not caring about his tightly locked shoulders, and even making a creaking and creaking friction sound.
"It's a pity that I couldn't get her soul, otherwise I would have to wait less than five years. As for Liya, I never planned to kill her. You are too sensitive. If this little girl died of a murderous death, I'm afraid it would be me
It’s useless to pretend like it.”
"I didn't expect it to be a bit of a fight with you for so many years."
“What?”
"You turned out to be a woman."
"Haha," Arthur Pandli chuckled a few times, and glanced around. Whether it was Merlin, the Elf Queen, or even Rommel, they had already appeared in the mourning hall, vaguely wrapped herself in
After that, "That's not necessarily true, maybe... I'm really a man?"
"That would make me feel a little disgusted," Don Quixote frowned, "but it doesn't matter, you're destined to die here today."
"Can I ask, how did you find out? I ask myself that I have been learning everything about her wholeheartedly for the past five years."
"She won't," Don Quixote said word by word. "When there is a third person except us, let me touch her."
"What a pity. If I could completely invade her soul, I might have discovered this. In her memory, I still like being touched by you."
"Total invasion?" When Arthur Pandri mentioned this word for the second time, Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, holding Arthur Pandri's collar in both hands lifted her whole body up.
, "She is not dead? Where did you hide Pandeli? And is Liya's soul also in your hands?"
"You should be gentler to me. If you kill me, you will never wonder where she is."
"After you die, I can still learn from your soul!" Don Quixote's voice seemed to be a signal. Almost among colleagues, two true gods appeared in this mourning hall, one of them was naturally
Don Quixote's daughter looked tall and looked at Apollo, the sun god who looked like a child, and the other was Hera, the goddess of nature. "But you should also be honored, I think you have been from ancient times to the present.
The first person to be killed by two great true gods." As he said that, Don Quixote let go of Arthur Pandri and seemed not afraid that she would run away again.
"I've seen two great true gods," Don Quixote did not say that he had seen the sun god, the goddess of nature, or on the other hand, after all, the true gods are still very sensitive to the order of their rankings,
Don Quixote's caution naturally cannot make such a low-level mistake.
Of course, both the Sun God and the Goddess of Nature just glanced at Don Quixote and didn't reply. After all, not every true god has such a good temper, or is so approachable, "It's you, I want to
Overthrow the true god?” The goddess of nature, who looks a little similar to the goddess of time, but is obviously more deserted, spoke first, with infinite contempt in her words.
"Why do you need to talk nonsense?" Apollo Ding was even more irritable. With a gentle wave, the entire space was covered by a layer of faint gold. "Last time I let you run away by chance, this time you don't have that chance."
Now!"
A light that was as straight as a laser but more dazzling than the sun's light shot through Arthur Pandri, who seemed to have given up his resistance, but Don Quixo who was standing there, who seemed to have given up his resistance, was blocking Chara Qin and Kyle.
But virtue felt something was wrong, because all this seemed too simple, that is, the Buddha did not appear.
Sure enough, Arthur Pandli, who should have been transformed back into the most basic element by this light, was still standing there, with a trace of golden light flashing around her body, "To be honest, before I could completely disguise myself as that woman, I
There is still something to doubt about my acting skills, so I used a secret technique. I think you must have an impression of the alchemy that can turn monsters into humans. So this body is hers, not hers.
, And I am just a fragment of the soul, and this fragment of the soul will burn completely immediately."
"So," Arthur Pandeli lowered her head and looked at the void on her chest, "It made the two real gods go for nothing, I feel ashamed..." Before Pandeli finished speaking, her entire soul belt
The body turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace...
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"Goddess," Yulia, as a voter of Hera, walked up to her and knelt down, "please ask Goddess to help your voter find my daughter Pandeli."
Obviously, that "fake" Arthur Pandli was prepared, and directly ignited his soul through the power of the Buddha. He had no way to read the memory, so he could not find where Arthur Pandli was, after all, the world of Faren is like this
Big, hide a person in one place, you can't find it even if you find death.
"A mere bug," Hera's tone still had a hint of contempt. He did not agree to her because her voters knelt down, nor did he even look down at her voters. "If you die, you will die."
He was about to leave, obviously he was fooled by this person, and Hera was also full of anger, so he would not be willing to stay here again.
"Drink~~p!" A mouthful of thick phlegm flew towards Hera, the goddess of nature, and by chance it fell on her somewhat generous dress. She had never thought that anyone here would dare to treat her like this.
, and he actually used the most disgusting thick phlegm in the world!
The whole scene was quiet. Whether it was the two true gods who had seen each other in his lifetime, the wizard of being shocked, or Yulia who was kneeling there, of course, those who had almost appeared since the true gods appeared.
The noble ministers in a confused state, even the sun god Apollo Ding, were a little stunned, and couldn't help but look up at the guy standing there without a trace of fear. There was a hint of playfulness and curiosity in his eyes. Obviously,
From ancient times to the present, perhaps this is the first guy who dares to spit on the true god.
Of course, the calmest person in the entire mourning hall is Don Quixote's family. Obviously, whether it is Kyle or Charia Qin, they all know that their husband is a voter of the god of death and has such a strong backing. Naturally,
There is nothing scary, but these two women still feel a little cold about Don Quixote's behavior. After all, this is not like the character of the husband they know. Because of one sentence, they offended a true god. Obviously, Pan Deli is
Don Quixote has a high status in his heart, and even Chara Qin couldn't help but have the idea of whether he would do this for himself.
"You are looking for death!" A trace of anger flashed across Hera's indifferent face. He raised his hand and wanted to kill Don Quixote. The initiator of the spitting. Although the true god cannot attack humans at will, the premise is that humans should not seek death by themselves.
Like Don Quixote, even if Hera was raped and killed, the World Tree would not say anything. As soon as he finished speaking, a green light rushed straight towards Don Quixote.
"The humble voter," a sound that was even colder, even said to be a little dead silent throughout the mourning hall, and even spread farther away. Britain, which was already very cold, seemed to have lowered several degrees, and then held a sickle,
Osilis, wearing the familiar black cloak, appeared in front of Don Quixote, and dispersed the green light, "What's the matter to call me?" (To be continued...)
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