"'The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear', I think some people just can't figure out where they are. ”

The poet stared at Glori and smiled, then became domineering. It's as if the poet is waiting for Luna to say "the authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear" and apply it to the present.

For a moment, looking into the poet's eyes, Glori almost wanted to dodge. From the poet's eyes, Glori received a message that he was forced to do something.

But what can a poet who has only met twice force himself to do?

The more he thought about it, the more strange it became.

During his journey through Noah's jungle, he met the leather-clad poet in front of him twice. Moreover, Noah's Jungle alone takes almost three days to ride a horse from east to west. As for the forest trails, they are endless.

It's so difficult to meet someone in Noah's Jungle, let alone the Flute Prairie, which is far larger than Noah's Jungle. In spring, the vegetation grows vigorously, and with some magical influences, grass grows half a meter tall in some places. From Feitian Town to Noah's Jungle, even traveling merchants are rare, and the road is naturally unclear, so in order to easily spot danger, people will choose to stay away from the grass, or pass through places where the grass is not strong.

In other words, it is difficult to meet familiar people as you wind your way through the vast grasslands. Unless, people have agreed on where they met in a place with obvious geographical characteristics. For example, a lone cypress tree, a towering hill, a huge rock.

Putting away his thoughts, Glori blinked evasively and looked back at the poet, "Perhaps, you're right. ”

"Right for what? Now, I'm sure you're a good guy. However, I want to say how sad it is that people like you can't see the situation clearly. On the way, I heard a lot of rumors. There is a lot of talk about how a civilian can be compared to a decent person. ”

The poet maintains an unforgiving posture, even more than ever. Get up and tell Glori in angry words that this is what the poet is doing.

Watching the poet clench his fists and step forward, Glori was silent for a moment. However, Glori already knew who the psalmist was talking about among the commoners, and who the decent people were.

In addition to worrying that the poet would be emotional, Glori was more worried about the poet's opinion. Although he doesn't care about reputation, Glori cares if someone understands his thoughts—loneliness is something that another person will find some comfort in some point.

"So, did you talk to them?" asked Glori cautiously.

"Of course, there is something to talk about. ”

The poet straightened his back, and behaved so pompously that he was left to beat his chest. Despite the clenched fists, the poet let the domineering momentum shine through—his eyes widening and a hint of contempt flashing through Glori's eyes.

The poet's every move is hardly like a normal conversation with a person. Now, in addition to the sense of oppression, there is also a palpable pride in it, and Glori has experienced it.

This time, Glori wasn't just cautious about talking, he was worried that something strange would come out in a startling way. To make sure he was right about the danger approaching, Glori looked around. However, apart from the fallen spirits and one-eyed demons, all that remained were the shadows of the revered trees and the grass vines that were stirred by the wind. Looking back, Glori realized that the wind that made him feel strange came from the poet in front of him.

Continuing to remain calm, Glori asked, "Well, Mr. Good Samaritan, you must have a unique opinion. ”

"I mean, I mean...... Matters of the court!"

As he spoke, the poet raised his eyebrows and his eyes shone. Moreover, the poet is as if under a spell, frivolous and eerie. The shadows of the trees became a dark curtain that dangled before the poet's eyes, and if the poet was an evil magician, the curtain must have been a prop to hide the sinister look. As for the crow that croaks twice on the pines and cypresses, it is simply for the poet to come specially for the sake of the poet, and by the way a gloom is sent to Glory's heart as a gift.

"Look, some crows are disturbing our rest. ”

Waving goodbye to the crow's call, Glori re-examined the poet in front of him. That's when Glori realized how terrible the poet's gaze was. It seems that everything in the hands of the powerful is in the poet's desire. If the poet had a skill that was higher than that of mortals, he would definitely make the Alex kingdom before the fall overturn the rivers and seas, and even make the current Demon Dragon Empire become a castle that collapses when touched by a finger on the sand table.

Immediately afterwards, the poet said in a sharp tone: "Power, you have to fight for it." From a knight, to a baron, to a baron...... and even counts and dukes. Otherwise, you don't want to save Alex's kingdom as a civilian. Moreover, those who covet the power of the gods have reached out their hands to you from the abyss. ”

"However, even as a knight, I don't want to touch the so-called power that belongs to knights. ”

Glori was calm. In order to make the poet understand, Glori shook his head. Then Glori smiled along. Glori felt that even if he didn't have to shake his head, the poet should be able to hear his determination.

"It's strange that the crows are chirping. "I didn't panic, but I looked curious. The poet took a few steps back until he was able to cling to the rock behind him.

Then, Glori was also alert. 020 reading

If you hear crows chirping in the middle of the night......

Glori lifted his sword and walked back and forth. I wondered if something strange had happened in the forest. Perhaps, something attracted the crows.

For now, not only can Glori not be able to light a fire, but he can't use Starlight Dust to illuminate the depths of the forest. So, Glori decided to take a closer look.

Along the edge of the hilltop, close to the edge of the deep woods, for it was still dark, and Glori had to listen first. In an instant, Glori saw several other crows flying deep into the forest.

"Don't make a sound!"

Glori's voice was already small, and he had to turn around because of a whirring sound. Waving his hand, Glori told the poet to keep his posture low, to use the rocks as cover, and not to move.

"I hear you!"

The poet was surprisingly surprised to answer Glory with a high-pitched shout.

Glori was shocked to find the trampled gravel rolling down the cliff with the sound of crows. Looking back at the woods, a pair of red eyes burst out of a fire. As a last resort, Glori had no choice but to run into the woods.

"Stay well! Don't go anywhere, cover yourself!"

In order to let the poet know the seriousness of the matter, Glori exhorted aloud. With a single step, he crossed the flaming barrier in front of him, and Glori ran into the forest.

Glori knew that before dawn, he would have to lure the puppet-turned Knight of Light to another place alone. Finding a trap and repeating it is something that Glori can do without much effort, and it is also the wisest and most efficient option for Glori.

Treading through the woodland after the rain, Glori tasted a hint of bitterness. The rubble on the ground, like an enemy, made Glori's feet slip often. Strangely, the ground was warm, as if it had really been roasted by flames. Glori couldn't be sure if he had stepped into a magical trap, but he was sure he couldn't turn back.

Once he turns back, Glori may lose confidence by retreating. After the darkness comes, showing faith is one of the things that a knight must do. There is no doubt that Glori's faith is at work. Single-mindedly trying to keep the people around him safe, that's what Glori wants to do without hesitation.

After running forward for a while, Glori stopped in what was a fairly open spot. With no shadows to worship and no rocky obstacles to obscure view, Glori is at home. Swing the sword freely, and sweep is to surprise the grass leaves. Nearly enough, Glori was going to turn his longsword for a greatsword.

This can't be blamed on Glori, the number of puppets surrounding him is simply surprising to Glori. If Glori hadn't rested, it would have been a fight to the death.

Concentrate and remind himself again and again, Glori actually heard the word "power" popping out of the puppet's mouth.

"Power, you need it. You have to go from a knight to a baron, and then to a baron. Then you have to become a viscount...... In the future, you will have to embark on the Count's Road, and even the Duke's Road. Otherwise, you can only be a commoner, a real bystander, watching the kingdom fall!"

Glori could tell that what the puppets were talking about was what the poet was saying. So, Glori completely felt that something was wrong with the poet. But how did a man who was told by Glori to have weak magic drive the knight puppet in the forest?

Trying to find the answer, Glori recalls his encounter with the poet again. Near Noah's jungle, Glori once tried to test the poet's magic with Starlight Dust.

A little bit of wind attribute mana, a little bit of ignition attribute mana...... So much so that Glori discovers that the poet's magic is only chaos beyond weakness.

Is the fellow bard a true poet?

Glori swung his sword forward from the top of his head. After a burst of blue flames erupted, Glori jumped over the temporarily knocked down golems in his way.

However, no matter how much Glori ran, the voices from the puppet's mouth followed. It was like a murmur that lingered in Glori's ears for a long time.

While looking for traps, think at the same time. Glori remembered what he had talked about with the poet—from finding himself, to what his original intention was, to retaining warmth in his heart, and finally to finding someone in the fire of power.

"In the road ahead, there are indeed coveted things, but doesn't everything depend on whether you are firm or not?"

Glori wasn't going to bother with things that stood in the way.

Firming his heart, Glori exhaled a little to relax his inner breath. As a result, he saw the sea of flames in the forest dissipate, and he saw the golems fall to the ground in pieces. After a closer look, Glori realized that what appeared in front of him was actually the forest he saw in the Wind of the Brave!