After walking on the steep mountain road for two days, even the superman in physique would inevitably feel tired. Several people entered the car one after another. Except for Clossi, who teased the girl from time to time, they all said nothing, quietly leaning on the slightly bumpy wall of the car, closing their eyes to rest.

While chatting with the girl, Clossi knew that the girl's name was Emma, ​​and lived with her grandfather, the old man who drove outside, in the nearby mountains and forests, and made a living by hunting and collecting mountain goods. Recently, the monsters in the nearby mountains were very terrifying. The old man, who was afraid of accidents, decided to hide in the nearby village for a while and wait for the mountains to settle down before going back. Not long after they came out of their homes, they met their own group.

As he was talking, he saw Clossi sucking from time to time and suddenly remembered something, stood up and walked around the back of the carriage full of miscellaneous items. Then, a sound of rummaging through the place. After a while, Emma, ​​a girl in a slit skirt, walked back to Clossi, holding a bulging sheepskin bag.

"That..." The girl holding the bulging sheepskin on her chest, and even her neck was dyed with rose-colored glowing glow, was afraid to look at Clossi's bright eyes. Her pink face turned to the side shyly, and said with nervous expectation: "If you don't mind, please try the ale brewed by my own house to warm up your body."

Sitting in someone else's car, the girl kindly invited herself to drink and warm herself. Clossi was not willing to refuse. She took the sheepskin pocket from the shy girl and drank a small sip. The wine was mellow and long. Although the taste was not as good as the "Erguotou" produced by her home, it was already very good for farm home brewing.

He smiled at the expectant girl, Clossi nodded in approval, and handed the wine bag to Helen, who bowed her head to rest. Because of his faith, the female knight who had rarely been drunk since childhood shook her head and stretched out her slender and fair plain hand to stop him.

Because of his special constitution, he is more susceptible to alcohol, and Cloxi rarely touches alcohol. The spread of alcohol in his body will reduce the sensitivity of his surroundings and his response to crises. It is already very embarrassing to be able to drink a small sip in person.

Maiya, who is not afraid of wine, sex, and wealth, doesn't care so much about it. Although the Moonlight Knights are far more physical than ordinary people, they do not have the ability to adjust their body temperature by themselves like the Great Sword. In some tide and cold weather in the mountains, it took almost two days, and some wine can warm up.

The bald guard, who was a little upset with beautiful women, twitched his face while encouraging the two riders to revolt with him, and pounded the bottom of the car hard and protested: "Clossi, you eat alone again! We want it, we want it too!"

The 'bang's skin full of wine shook Maiya, who was knocking loudly on the car board. Clossi rubbed his forehead and glanced at him, and said angrily: "What are you guys! It's not a class struggle, why exclude me!" After that, he stopped looking at Maiya who was drinking hard at the sheepskin pocket, and closed his eyes quietly on the wall of the car.

A fluttering numbness soaked the body. Closi, who was easily drunk, gently rubbed his temples, thinking that the mountain wine the little lady took out was quite strong.

"Speaking of it..." She sat back opposite Clossi with her hands in her dress. The girl looked at the huge object flat on the car board in confusion, and asked, "Is that huge thing a sword?"

Perhaps because of the bad road conditions, the canvas wrapped around the sword body had already spread out, revealing a wide sword body that exuded a faint cold feeling as if countless souls were flowing and crying. It would be difficult for such a large guy to not notice it.

He gently bounced the sword twice, making a crisp sound. The big and bright blue eyes were extremely flexible, and when looking at people, they had a magical power, which added a few seductive colors to Clossi. He held his cheeks and tilted his head to look at the girl who was easily blushing and said, "It's good to use it for good flavor. If I open a store, the business will definitely be good, because there must be many female customers."

"Huhhhh..." Before the change of sound was over, Maiya, who had crawled on the car board like a dead pig after drinking, made a huge snoring sound like a protest. He kicked him dissatisfiedly, but the snoring sound became a little louder. Clossi looked at the girl apologetically and showed a helpless smile.

Otherwise, I would smile like a flower. The same smile appeared on Maiyan's face, which would probably make people feel urged to kneel down and beg for mercy on their own. This exquisite and beautiful face of Closi smiled, but it could make the dim light-lit carriage bright, just like a flower blooming, giving people the feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

Feeling that those bright and deep eyes were about to suck half of the person in, the girl shyly lowered her head, rubbed the corners of her skirt with her little hands, and asked the sound of a mosquito: "You are like a noble and brave soldier, are you?"

"Although I don't like it very much, I occasionally need to fight with weapons." Clossi lifted the cloth window on the car wall and quietly looked at the night sky full of stars, with a faint helpless expression. "It can be considered that kind of thing."

Clossi, whose laziness occupies a large proportion of his nature, is not the kind of person who advocates force and likes to fight and kill. He is the life he wants to eat, drink, play, run, and run a horse and run a dog like a second-generation ancestor who doesn't know what sorrow is. Unfortunately, this is a chaotic and dangerous world of big swords that is not as good as a dog. The life of iron and blood is combined forces him to choose to pick up the long sword and fight hard to protect himself and the people he cherishes.

"My only brother left his hometown with the dream of becoming famous and becoming a millionaire. He died in a battle a few years ago, and was an unknown person." The girl said about her late brother, but she looked more proud and respected. "His dream was probably to become a heroic warrior like you."

Clossi frowned slightly. It was hard to understand the common outlook on life in this great sword world where people who could not be afraid of death or even take pride in it for some simple reasons.

The girl did not notice the subtle changes in Clossi's expression, and still spoke about her brother in admiration and pride. "If he had reborn, he should have already started a family and started a career and lived a happy life, but he did something that looked stupid." A faint sadness passed through her pretty face. The girl sighed slightly, and looked at Clossi with two godly eyes: "But I am proud of him. Although I did not succeed, he had worked hard to become a warrior like you."

"He died when he did what he wanted to do. Your brother is a happy person, but..." The cool air blew into the carriage, and Clossi tightly pulled down the cloth window and teased her. Adjusting his posture makes him lean on the wall of the carriage more comfortable, and then he continued lightly: "If you die, you will end there. There will be no future. It is more meaningful to those who care about you when you work hard."

There are also many people around Clossi who can sacrifice their lives for their dreams, honors, etc. Although they think that those people are cool, amazing, and amazing, Clossi does not want his friends and family to have such an idea of ​​not taking death seriously.

Although he was born under the red flag in his previous life and was educated to be asked to make selfless dedication and be ready to sacrifice for xx's great cause, in his opinion, there is only one precious life that should not be sacrificed for others at will, nor should he have vain honors and dreams of selfless dedication to achieve a spirit of sacrifice. Being selfish is not something that requires shame, although he is also a caring person who often likes to do whatever he wants when encountering danger.

Uh, a contradictory guy.

Clossi's words made the girl look thoughtful, and she lowered her head and pondered for a moment. She was about to say something. Clossi, who didn't want to say these things again, waved her hand and interrupted, "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired from rushing on the road, so let me rest for a while." After that, she tightly cloaked her head and leaned against Helen.

"You are a noble and kind soldier." The girl sighed softly, bowed to Clossi and turned carefully back to the back end of the car.

As the night became deeper, the whispers of grass insects came from outside the carriage and the sound of the crunching carriage.

Maybe it was because of fatigue from the road or the effect of alcohol. Clossi was a little confused, and his head was arching Helen's soft shoulders and felt like he was about to fall asleep. At this time, a slight sound like footsteps came from his ears, and a warm, dry blanket with a faint fragrance with the girl suddenly draped over his body.

Closi opened his eyes suddenly and saw the girl from the Che family retreating shyly. He thought to himself that the wine was really hard to touch, and he actually stuck it so close to someone before he could react.

Seeing Clossi look over, the girl in the slit skirt turned to the side with her face blushed, and her hands shyly twisted her skirt. "You have been wet with rain, and if you don't pay attention, you will get typhoid."

"Oh! That's right." After a gentle response, Clossi stood up and gently pushed Helen, who was sleepy beside him, and gently helped her take off her cloak that was still a little damp. Every movement was extremely gentle and filled with endless love.

Regardless of the girl with a slutty skirt who obviously had a good impression of her, Clossi gently hugged Helen's slender and flexible waist, and put her body intimately together, wrapping the dry and warm blanket around her.

At first glance, when he saw Helen's noble and dignified face, the girl with a slit was slightly stunned. If a beautiful girl was very proud of her appearance, she would most likely feel inferior when she saw a girl who was more beautiful than her. The key point was that Helen's delicate expression naturally exuded nobility and charming temperament, and the girl with a slit was immediately ashamed of herself.

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