Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 396 Don Quixote

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Oak Mansion.

On Sunday, he stood alone in front of the bookshelf. Although his face was expressionless, you could feel the low pressure around him.

Just then, a robin came up behind him.

On Sunday, he noticed footsteps, but only glanced back for a moment before continuing to focus on the book in his hands.

A robin came up behind him and said, "Brother, I'm back."

Without even glancing at her on Sunday, he said, "Welcome back. How are the performance preparations going?"

"It's alright, don't worry," the robin said sweetly, her actions and tone completely flawless.

Sunday slowly turned her head and uttered two words: "Fine?"

"Are you really sure you're okay?" Sunday asked again.

The robin remained unfazed, maintaining his smile, and said, "Yes, the rehearsals went very smoothly."

"His performance was also very good."

"Brother, I finally got a break, can we stop talking about these things?" Robin skillfully tugged at Sunday's arm and acted coquettishly.

“That’s not good… You are the pride of the family, don’t let those unnecessary emotions affect your perfect rhythm.” Sunday shook off the robin’s hand without any mercy.

The robin looked pitiful and said, "I...I know."

On Sunday, I closed the book and sat down at the table.

The robin immediately followed, “Brother, you look a little down... What happened? Is it the guests who received the invitation from the ‘Watchmaker’?”

On Sunday, he looked up at her, seemingly deep in thought, and slowly said, "Yes, I received reports... 'Death' took some of them, perhaps at someone's behest."

“However, this shouldn’t concern you, right?” Sunday countered.

"I'm just concerned about the Star of the Event," the robin said with a smile.

Sunday sighed, "I don't know when it started, but a nightmare called 'death' has descended upon Pinocchio. It attacks people indiscriminately, bringing the death of the spirit to everyone equally..."

"But in the beautiful dream constructed by the family, no misfortune should occur. It severely disrupts the order and peace of the dream... How hateful."

The robin looked surprised, putting his hand to his beak. "Something like this has happened... has someone else been murdered?"

"Yes, there are two in total. One is an illegal immigrant, and..."

On Sunday, he looked up and quietly gazed at the robin, slowly uttering a single word, "You."

"Oh? It seems you already knew. I thought I could take advantage of the time difference." 'Robin's' lips curled up.

“That’s enough. I know you’re not her. Fool, your actions chill me to the bone.” Sunday looked at her coldly.

At this moment, the robin transforms into the shape of fireworks.

"You're quite perceptive, Chicken Wing Boy."

On Sunday, he sarcastically remarked, "The Harmony Ode truly does not deceive us—'The words of a fool begin with folly and end with wicked arrogance'..."

"Please leave; you are not welcome in His dream."

Hanabi waved her hand, "Hey, don't be so serious~ Why are you quoting so many classics like that?"

"I just want to ask—now that things have come to this, isn't the family planning to take action? Your poor sister has already sacrificed herself, you know?"

"Don't you... want to avenge her?"

Fireworks are like alluring demons, lurking in the heart on Sundays.

He certainly knew that the robin had been killed, but he hadn't just found out.

But when she fell into Xingxiao's hands, Sunday knew that his sister would never come back.

It's only a matter of time.

Destruction leaves no room for trust.

As the destroyer of harmony, Xingxiao knows best how to gradually dismantle the enemy's heart. Whether it's a group or a family, she will use the most harmonious methods to destroy that harmonious group.

Sunday shook his head, clearing his mind. "It's not the right time yet. When the appointed day comes, I will execute judgment in accordance with justice."

He was a man of many worries and indecisiveness, but at this moment, only by remaining still could he achieve his goal.

Since the robin is not coming back, he is prepared to perish along with Star Howl.

However, the time is not yet ripe.

Hanabi gave a subtle look. "Impressive, you can tolerate all this~ What a cold-blooded guy. Hey, we might get along really well, you know?"

"How about this, I can represent your sister at various events—you certainly don't want people to know... the Harmonious Music Festival can no longer be held, right?"

Sunday scoffed, "The family has its own arrangements. Don't use your cunning tongue to tarnish my dear sister, you fool."

Hanabi helplessly spread her hands. "Okay, okay~ I just wanted to say... if you need me, I can help you anytime, okay? Who can refuse a boy who puts studs on chicken wings?"

"Do you know this book?" Sunday suddenly held up the book in his hand.

"A book?" Hanabi leaned closer.

"Don Quixote? Hahahaha, this book is really timely."

"Chicken Wing Boy, do you also want to be like him and fight windmills for three hundred rounds?"

"Stop joking, or are you living in a fantasy world?" Hanabi's words were merciless, going straight for the full force of her attack.

“A fool is just a fool.” Sunday did not directly refute Hanabi.

“You only see a delusional madman, but I see a great knight.”

“You guys only do things behind people’s backs, you’re so cowardly, aren’t you?” Sunday asked.

"Oh? And what about you? Are you going to overestimate yourself and go grab a stick and fight the windmill?"

“Let me tell you, whether it’s a windmill or a giant, you can’t beat either of them,” Hanabi said.

"So, rather than be a clear-headed coward, I'd rather be a foolish brute."

“Because recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice,” Sunday replied casually.

"Really? So the great Chicken Wing Boy is going to continue his adventure?"

"I hope you can actually defeat the giants, instead of falling into the mud."

After saying that, she vanished in a flash.

On Sunday, he sat quietly in his study, holding the book in his hands: "The murderer has already shown his true colors under His light. Before long, he will fall to the ground because of his own schemes."

“If he does not turn back, his sword will be sharpened and his bow will be strung, so that the evil that the wicked have inflicted will befall him.”

"At that time, those pagans who do not love God will realize that they are but mortals, that destruction will ultimately destroy them, and that they will all fall into Hades..."

"And I will become His vanguard, whether I am the fool who challenges the windmill or the knight who vanquishes the demon king, I will personally bring you good news and send you off to your funeral—'The Clockmaker'."

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