Kitahara and Feng never think they are so gentle. He is not like those who are truly gentle, and he has good intentions towards this world that cannot be understood by outsiders.

His gentle attitude towards others comes more from habits, empathy and morality, and his habitual patience.

——On the lonely road of everyone, he will not try to pull the other person in the "right" direction. The only thing he can do is to hand him a small lantern silently.

Then he also tried hard to light up his own light so that the lonely traveler could see a light silently accompanying him when he was tired and when he turned around.

I will be here-so don't worry about anything, keep moving forward with this light.

This is the only thing travelers can say to their friends.

"But even if you say that, Kitahara is still a very gentle person." Anthony pulled the adult's sleeve and gave his own opinion very seriously.

Why can't this silent gaze and companionship be a kind of tenderness? Just like the stars dotted with the night, they are also very gentle.

Even if it is so far away from people, as long as people look up, they can feel that they are shining by these bright lights, as if there is a little more comforting peace of mind to comfort loneliness.

"That's because humans are easy to deceive, including you."

Kitahara and Feng smiled, then looked over from above the Rialto Bridge to the canal that spread to the end of their sight.

It was already evening now, and they walked up to the bridge while talking.

As for Mr. Cervantes: He saw a liar trying to trick the passengers into signing the order, so he rushed to catch the other party, and was taking him to the police station.

"These people must be pretending to be deceitful devils who like to cheat and deceive people. Hum, seduce people to sign unfair contracts - I'm familiar with their tricks."

When Mr. Knight caught the liar, he said proudly, just like he used to show off his household appliances with a spear.

But this time he rarely misunderstood anything. After all, these scammers are indeed playing tricks exactly like the devil.

"When will Mr. Cervantes come back? Even the sun is about to set."

Anthony lay on the railing, tilting his head to look at the river, his black eyes filled with the orange-red light reflected by the setting sun.

It was like the sunlight quietly used some magic trick to weave a burning cloud in the child's clear pupils.

"I don't know, just wait around here. The sunset in Venice is pretty anyway."

Kitahara and Feng turned their heads, grabbed Anthony's hand, smiled, and said patiently.

They stood together on this bridge named after Shakespeare, watching the crimson setting sun slowly sink into the sea spreading into the canal, and the magnificent rose-red sunset spreads in the sky.

These beautiful reds mixed with the blue of the sky itself, turning into purple mist-like smoke, smearing lightly in the corner, like a string of lilacs growing in the sun, blooming lonely and calmly.

While the sea absorbs all the brilliance of the sun, it also doubles down on this splendor and returns it, creating this moving beauty together.

Kitahara and Maple Orange's golden eyes stared at the sunset, and suddenly said thoughtfully:

"After that being said, I should find some time to teach him how to use his cell phone. And Anthony, I have said that if you get lost in Venice, remember to call..."

The little prince, who was watching the sunset, subconsciously hugged the rose in his arms, showing a bit of guilty expression.

The alleys in Venice are the best maze, and no one knows what will happen after entering: at least for the little prince who never recognizes his way.

In addition, he always doesn't bring his cell phone... and in the end, Kitahara and Feng, who always find out that he hasn't come back for supper, took him out of a strange alley with helpless look on his face.

"So how did Kitahara find me?"

Anthony blinked and asked curiously.

Kitahara and Feng smiled and looked at the corners where the sun could not shine: "Of course it was the elves who were floating around with the stars at night. You wouldn't think I was a retrieval dog, right?"

As the sun sets, the elves who belong to Venice gradually flew out from the rivers and the corners of the streets. A small glow of milky white light was shining under the last bit of sunset.

It looks shy and soft, like a small white flower hidden in the grass leaves.

"It's them!" Anthony looked at Kitahara and Feng's eyes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand to say hello to these little guys.

But these shy elves seemed to be startled by this enthusiastic attitude and hurriedly hid back.

It seems that they are accompanied by gentle waves all day long, and their personality is always as gentle and shy as water. This is also the reason why the little prince, who is very enthusiastic about them, has never seen them recently.

"babble……"

There was only one elf who didn't fly away, but just hid in his little lantern in his arms, carefully hiding into Kitahara and Feng's collar, looking at Anthony with a little curiousness.

"Do you two want to make friends?" Kitano and Feng looked at the two little guys with wide eyes looking at each other, and couldn't help laughing, "Nine times, ten times, she told me your news."

"Ye!" The elf screamed in protest, and his delicate face was covered with a blush like sunset, and then his whole face hid behind the lantern in her arms.

She didn't - she just happened to run into it a few times!

"Thank you." Anthony blinked and thanked the little elf, making her even more shy, "So can we be friends?"

"Yuwu?" the elf said something in a low voice. His beautiful silver eyes met the child's serious black eyes, and then carefully flapped his transparent wings and flew over and stopped in front of the other side.

Do you want to be friends with me?

"Yeah!" Anthony, who understood the other party's language without barriers, showed a bright smile and his eyes were bright, "Let's be friends! If you become friends, even if you part in the future, we will have wonderful memories."

The elf looked at the little prince hesitantly, then looked at Kitahara and Feng - obviously, she also regarded this traveler with a good temper as a parent.

"Look at what I'm doing, just go if you want to." Kitano and Feng pointed the elf's head a little funny, watched her be poked upside down, and then ran to Anthony with grievance.

"Yiyi!" for friends!

The elf flapped his wings and carefully stayed at the tip of Anthony's outstretched fingers, and handed over his little lantern reluctantly.

Then he suddenly drilled under the petals of the rose and pretended that he did not exist at all.

"Well? I always feel like something strange just now came over..."

Miss Rose, who was dozing off, was suddenly awakened by the other party's actions, muttered in a daze, and then the next second he saw the elf hiding under his petals.

"Yiyiyiyiyiyiyi--!"

The little guy who was startled quickly flew up, and water vapor quickly gathered in his silver eyes, looking foggy, and seemed to be about to cry on the spot the next second.

Miss Rose: "..." It turns out that it is such an elf. She thought it was a summer mosquito.

In the end, Rose was generous and did not care about this matter, and let the little guy huddle in her petals.

"At least she has a good eye - after all, I am the most beautiful rose in the world."

Rose raised her head and saw Anthony's slightly surprised and curious eyes, and said with some reserved and proudness.

"Indeed, you are the most beautiful flower in the world and the most unique rose."

Kitahara and Feng smiled beside each other, leaned on the wall of the stone bridge, and looked up at the lights of the houses that were gradually lit up.

These brilliances are not as bright as the sunset, but they have more human feelings and a worldly atmosphere, and they carry a warmth from the bottom of their bones.

Who knows whether the brightness of Venice and her moving tenderness come from the sincerity?

But there is at least one thing that no one can deny:

No one who loves and art can refuse the moving scenery deep in the soul of Venice. She pulled her sensitive and deep souls into her deepest dreams, with a bright and gentle smile in her eyebrows.

"Keihara!"

It was on the night in Venice, when the lights were on, Cervantes, who had arrived late, finally hurriedly ran back, looking very happy.

"I kept wondering if something would happen to you if I wasn't there, so I was a little anxious."

Mr. Knight looked a little embarrassed, but he still spoke his thoughts very sincerely, and then shared excitedly as if he had discovered something new: "I have discovered a new method to punish those bad Italian devils!"

Kitahara and Feng said "hmm" and looked at the knight who could be basically ignorant of the current era: "So what?"

"Order them a pizza, put pineapple on it in front of him, and force him to eat it!"

"..." Kitanohara and Feng were silent for a while.

It’s just like letting Italians eat pineapple pizza kill people and kill their hearts, Mr. Knight.

However, it seems that it is not impossible to deal with these scammers who have deceived many tourists who do not understand Italian?

The traveler silently gave up thinking and just asked the knights to come and take a look at the night market and unique scenery of Venice by the Rialto Bridge.

Gondora sailing in the canal slowly shored one by one, and there seemed to be more people going out to shop, and the roofs of many small stalls were also supported.

Various glass lamps were used as display items and hung outside the door as if they were showing off by merchants, emitting various strange lights in a row.

Cervantes looked at these beautiful lamps hanging from both sides of the river without blinking, and was amazed by these beautiful glass lamps.

In their era, these things were something that only the nobles of the palace could have, and were not accessible to him, a self-proclaimed knight.

Even he has seen night scenes in Venice many times, but it was the first time he saw them so seriously, so he was naturally extremely surprised.

"Kehara, do you know?"

The knight looked at the residents who were laughing and coming and going, and the tourists who were happily taking photos with their cameras. He looked at the peaceful and lively scene seriously and said softly.

In the Middle Ages, there was never such a lively and beautiful night, nor so many lights filled the streets. Even the most densely populated imperial city has never had such a prosperous atmosphere that is unique to modern times.

No dead and numb and stiff expressions were seen on everyone's face. On the contrary, their appearance was vivid, with the unique vitality in this prosperous world after the war.

"When I first came to this world, I thought I had finally come to hell and was about to start to wipe out the demons."

Cervantes lay on the bridge, holding a spear in one hand, looking at the lights below and in the distance, listening to the noisy voices.

"But later, when I heard that humans had successfully tamed the demons, I felt that this was heaven. But when I saw that church, I suddenly began to doubt my opinion again."

"But what do you think now?"
To be continued...