Of course Glori recognized what was in front of him. He knew that the glowing green glow was spirits. Then he thought of the story that Mr. Carlos had not finished.

"My child, you know what? We're not just dryads, we're not just the little ones, they're the nasty little ones. They're moving too fast, and we can't go too far. This place didn't belong to us from the beginning. Now, when we build houses on their lands, we should live in harmony with everything here. God of Light, wants us to respect life. ”

"So, we used sticks in our hands to deal with them and knocked them out. That's the worst-case scenario, though. Then we hid and fled as hard as we could, to keep a distance from the fight. Mr. Carlos used to say that.

But, for Glori. He didn't have much stamina to deal with, and his magic was weak. When a person is in danger, tiredness pushes a person into danger. Glori had come at such a risk, and he knew he had to. Missing his hometown, he has to bear this feeling alone. Then, he had to work his own way here.

"Home, is there anything warmer than this?"

Glori certainly understands the truth in this sentence. So, he just did it. Now he was saddened, and what he had seen just now of Mr. Carlos and the Hunter was nothing but an illusion. Now, he just wanted to exorcise the spirits that had come here as soon as possible, and then go find the answers he wanted.

"You'd better leave!"

Glori warned. He drew his sword and retracted all evidence of weakness. However, he didn't know that he had lost his cool. So much so, he was affected by the curse on his right abdomen.

The pain in his right abdomen was like a hand grappling with Glori. For a moment, he took a deep breath of cold air because he was distracted. Then the imps came after him.

"What is the right thing to do?" Glori asked himself. He knew he couldn't catch the little ghost, let alone use magic. Just a little magic is enough to make the spirits grow. If these spirits have acquired enough mana, then it is not as simple as growing - if they are dryads, they will become larger, withered dryads, and if they are small ghosts, they will not know, or they will become as strong as giants, or they will become faster.

Calm down, Glori admonished himself. He tried to steady his breath when he remembered what Mr. Carlos had said.

"Look, you have to be patient. Otherwise, you won't be able to catch your prey. ”

Mr. Carlos pressed Little Glori down. They were in the bushes, looking at the trap in front of them—a hedge made of branches, with crumbs of bread underneath.

Looking at the trap, little Glori was starting to lose his patience. He didn't like to wait like a nerd because he didn't know if waiting would be rewarded.

"But we've been waiting for a long time. "Little Glori was a little anxious.

Just as little Glori was hoping to catch his prey quickly, he saw a squirrel slip into the trap. But the squirrel was quick—the little fellow, eating the crumbs, left the fence. And then, the branches were still there! This amused Mr. Carlos and little Glori.

"Well, and then our bread crumbs were taken away......" Little Glori looked at Mr. Carlos with an expectant look. He hoped that the next prey would not be so clever and dexterous.

"Now, it's getting dark again. We have to leave. Mr. Carlos said reluctantly. He didn't want little Glori to get hurt, as night was the time the spirits loved to haunt. He returned home with little Glori.

It was also that night that Mr. Carlos went out again. Because, Mr. Carlos has to participate in the meeting chaired by the village chief. They're planning to fight the spirits of the forest.

"We've got to get rid of the spirits here. Otherwise, our children will not be safe. Those spirits, all the time, are increasing in number. Someday, we'll have to settle with them. If it's not now, then we'll have to regret it. For the sake of the children, for the sake of our homeland......" said one hunter.

Mr. Carlos was against it, but he could only agree. He taught little Glori to respect life, but he could only defend his home and everything he cherished by fighting because of the cruelty of reality. Then, he also participated in the prayer service. However, he was not happy to be faithful to prayer, because he had already made a decision in his heart to defend his homeland, no matter what the cost. Moreover, he was not going to blame everything on the gods. "After worshipping the gods, we still have to carry everything on our shoulders. He told his hunter friends.

However, no one took Mr. Carlos's words seriously, just humor. Although they didn't use their shoulders to resist anything, they stepped into the forest with all the weapons they could use. Little Glori heard about what happened that night from the other friends, because he had already fallen asleep peacefully. Later, he learned that Mr. Carlos and the hunters had gone to the forest several more times, and that they had all been after dark.

After a flurry of memories, Glori rolled over. He remembered what Mr. Carlos had taught him to be merciful to all living beings and to respect all life. However, there are always two sides to the story. Therefore, in this respect, it is also a weakness of his.

After getting rid of the green-skinned imps, Glori stood up. He wanted to be as brave as he was when he was a child chasing his dreams, wielding his sword to threaten the spirits in front of him.

"You'd better leave!"

Glori repeated the words and tried to back off. He allowed himself to slowly approach the house, trying to use it as a backing to avoid other dangers that were about to occur. But what else could happen? He wanted to hear useful information from the movement around him. Whether it was the rustle of leaves or the slight sound of footsteps, he couldn't let it go. Even, he couldn't take his eyes off the green-skinned imp. He knew he was too tired to catch up with all the movements.

Out of caution, Glori's eyes widened. In order to show his toughness, he did not get close to the walls of the house, but allowed himself to stop in front of the door. However, the green-skinned imps refused to give up.

"So, is there going to be a killing?"

Glori weighed the sword in his hand, puffed out his chest, and asked himself in his heart, "Kindness, some people like to think of this as a sign of weakness...... However, only for some people. Doesn't the world just need a little mercy? Yes, that's it. And then what? I've got a bunch of trouble here...... If I hold back, then ...... Oh, how could the spirit leave obediently?" he pondered, trying to find a reason why he could do it.

When Glori hesitated, he mistook the sound of the spirits grinding their teeth for the movement of carving knives. This movement was enough to annoy him, because he did not like the work that Mr. Carlos said at all.

"See, we can't work like this all the time, and we can't give up our work," said Mr. Carlos, as he went about his work, looking at Mrs. Carlos as she prepared lunch, "and we need to save up for the trip." Because, we don't know if the Remnant Moon Clan will fight here. If it's just a part-time job, then what about the future? During the trip, who can guarantee that we will find the right job at any time?"

"Are we going to rely on pie-in-the-sky things?" added Mr. Carlos. Instead of losing his temper with Mrs. Carlos, he complained about the unrest of life. He was tired of hearing about which village or city the Remnant Moon Clan had attacked, and he was tired of living in fear. Even, he hadn't done what he had mentioned at the village meeting with his hunter friends.

Over the next few days, the number of victims in the village increased. Mr. Carlos is also starting to get impatient. He didn't want to leave the village at all, whether it was attacked by the spirits or by the Remnant Moon Clan. So, he intends to speed up the completion of the task at hand, and Glori Jr. is a good candidate.

Luckily, little Glori is sensible. He endured what he hated and picked up the carving knife with the patience that Mr. Carlos had taught. Sometimes, he even gets compliments from Mr. Carlos. Then, the night afterward, he saw Mr. Carlos quietly out the door.

Little Glori knew that his father had planned everything – first to complete the family's artisan work, then to clear the woods of threats and ensure the peace of his home, and then to work to earn enough money to make sure he could cope with the uncertain dangers. So, little Glori also gained the merit of prudence from Mr. Carlos.

Thinking about it, the longing in Glori's heart grew stronger and stronger. He was anxious to find clues about his family. Is there any such clue at home? He didn't frown, still staring at the green-skinned imps.

After a confrontation, Glori forced himself to turn around. Unexpectedly, a tall tree spirit emerged from the darkness. At the same time, the green-skinned imp lunged at Glori.

"I don't want to repeat it anymore!"

Glori let out a roar and slammed on the wall. He used the wall to make a leap and turn, causing the imp to crash into the wall and slash at the dryleaf dryad. He gritted his teeth and let the sword slash to the end. Therefore, he found the danger that was about to appear just now, and the forbearance just now was for the preparation of this sword.

"Aren't there any barbarians? But why are the imps gone?"

Glori stepped through the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He closed the door and approached the rectangular closet that was attached to the west wall of the living room. Even, he saw the iron hoop on the right side of the wardrobe - something he played with as a child.

So, what about the contents of the wardrobe? Glory recalled, holding on to the water chestnut near the south side of the wardrobe with his left hand. It didn't matter what corner of the room it was, or even the tools tucked under the closet, he remembered. "If the things in the closet are still there, then ...... Moreover, the entire village was empty. ”

Grori noticed that his hands were shaking and took a deep breath. Is the family safe? He hoped to find the answer in the closet. He was about to open the door to the closet, but he stopped and slowly lowered his posture.

"Not a barbarian?

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