Glori was silent, looking at the sand beneath his feet as he walked, and it was getting bigger and bigger and more invisible, but it wasn't that he cared about. What caught his attention was that the closer he got to the entrance to the Death Desert, the softer the sand became. He had to think about the quicksand he was about to face, and the scene of being swallowed by the quicksand.

So, what happens when you fall into quicksand? Glori is not afraid of this, but of things that swallow his will like quicksand.

Gradually, Glori thought about the days when he struggled in the sand. When his feet landed on the soft black sand, he felt as if he had stepped back in time. He felt his body gradually change back to his childhood, and found himself lying in the sand—little Glori was surrounded by aristocratic children in circles and kicks.

And the heaviest child is the Norton family's son, Wooder. He was half a head taller than little Glori, with fair skin, and he ate strongly, and he could make little Glori fall with a gentle push. But not only did he want to see little Glori covered in sand, but he also had to verbally humiliate him.

"Look, there's another civilian, and he's not even qualified to copy magic spells for us! he'll shine our shoes at most!" Woffer stomped little Glory's left hand hard, and then flaunted. Then he stepped on little Glori's right hand and spat on him.

"Heh, he can be a dirt man now!" added Wooder, pinching his waist.

Little Glori struggled, like any other child, not wanting to be embarrassed in the school yard. So, he tried to grab Wolfer's foot and push it hard, but it didn't work.

So little Glori tried to withdraw his right hand again. What he didn't expect was that this made Wooder step on the ground harder. Then little Glori heard a sneer.

"Look, Wolfer is showing the majesty of the Norton family. That guy is going to be the next shoe-shiner! Maybe he's going to starve!"

At this he heard this, little Glori struggled even harder, even kicking his feet, but it did not work, and the noble children pressed his legs like a rabbit trying to escape. In a hurry, little Glori had no choice but to flutter hard, raising a puff of sand.

Running out of strength, little Glori wanted to ask for help, so he looked into the distance. There were a few children looking out to the south in the shade of the trees, so little Glori put his hope in these children, who, like him, were of civilian origin, and wore coarse linen clothes.

"You need to help me!" roared little Glori.

"No, we can't help you!" one of the children cried, "you have to listen to Lord Wooder like we do!

The screaming child, clenched into fists, but his words were trying to persuade little Glori to obey Wolfer. He had no choice but to do this, because he knew that he was a commoner - how could a commoner stand up to a nobleman? King Veron did not realize his desire for equality for all because many royal nobles tried to resist it. What can you do without power?

"You've got to help me!"

Despite Little Glori's pleadings, the civilian children watched from afar, and not only did they not come to help, but turned and hid behind a tree—the children were so afraid of Wolfer that they did even polish Wooder's shoes.

So, little Glori had to endure this humiliating scene. I've come here to study magic—little Glori told himself not to fight back, and he simply hugged his head the moment Wuver's fist fell.

But being embarrassed is not the worst-case scenario, if the instructor finds out, he will have to stand in the corner of the wall, and he will have to face the ants carrying bread crumbs in the corner in agony. And then he had to try to memorize the magic spells he had already learned, missing out on the new content written on the blackboard.

Losing a chance to learn magic lessons would have troubled little Glori for a long time. I want to learn more and keep more magic spells in mind, he said to himself.

"If I can't learn something, then what am I doing here? I can't let them continue to bully me!" little Glori plucked up the courage to tell himself.

For the next few days, Little Glori tries to hide from Wolfer like a game of hide and seek with his friends.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, little Glori hid behind the school building, the shade tree and the blooming flower pond became his companions, and the butterflies and ants became the objects of his confiding.

In this way, little Glorimer memorized the magic spells from the book. When he was tired, he sniffed the flowers, took a good nap, and if he was upset, he talked to butterflies and ants.

"Look, Wolfer can't find me, and I can remember the magic spell in peace. Little Glory said to butterflies or ants.

There would always be butterflies that landed peacefully on the petals, sometimes flying in front of little Glori. And what about the ants? they're always carrying things, as if they're telling little Glori one thing—that if you work hard, you will get more and more food.

As time passed, little Glori became more and more patient. He knows that if he wants to become a butterfly, he needs to go through a moment of breaking out of the cocoon, and he knows that if he wants to change, he has to persevere.

What if the bell rang for class? Little Glori ran back to class with his book in his arms and listened attentively. Day after day, the starlight in his hand grows like this.

However, after being beaten and punished, all this happened again. Wolfer and his henchmen found where Little Glori was hiding, and they threw Little Glori's books into the freshly watered flower pond, and caught the butterflies that were flying happily.

The sad thing is that the butterfly's wings were torn off by Wuffer. Woofer tossed the butterfly's wings casually, as if he had abandoned Little Glori's dream, which made Little Glory very sad.

Watching Wolfer turn triumphantly, little Glori rose from the puddle. He shouted, "You destroyed the butterfly! You can't do that!"

Then little Glori rushed forward. This time, he wants to fight back and make Wooder suffer. But what is imagined is not always the same as what happens in reality, and little Glori is beaten again—he hesitates at the thought of the hard work that the Carlos couple have done to get him here, and he puts away his fists, stands in front of Wuver, and is pushed down again.

"That's the ...... Butterfly ......"

Little Glori said sadly. He didn't shout, and endured the punch and kick—he knew that the butterfly had been killed because of him.

After being beaten, little Glori decided to think hard. He was covered in mud and ran back to class.

Little Glori was distressed. He recalled what Wofer had said, and then asked himself, "Do I just put up with their bullying? In the village, those little friends laughed at me for their weak magic, and now, when I came here, these nobles still bullied me." Why is this so?"

Mouth closed, teeth shut—little Glori looked sadly at the hourglass on the windowsill as he silently wrote a magic spell.

The sand in the hourglass attracts little Glori. The sand just fell from the top of the glass ball and then piled up in the bottom of the glass ball. He picked up the hourglass and examined it, eventually discovering the engravings on both ends of the hourglass.

"Time never stops, every minute and every second," little Glori flipped the hourglass and read the inscriptions at both ends in turn, "You can turn the hourglass upside down, but you can't turn the time back." ”

Time can't be reversed, but I ......"

Little Glori exclaimed in his heart. He thought of a better way, but this time it wasn't just looking for a place to hide. I can focus more on swordsmanship for the time being, he thought. So, he decided to devote his energy to learning magic during the day and practicing swords in the evenings during his self-study classes.

"Yes, swordsmanship. A magic swordsman must not only possess magical powers, but also be proficient in the use of swords. If I can practice my swordsmanship first, then I will be able to deal with Wuver in this regard. Little Glori muttered to himself happily.

Soon, little Glori was in action, even allowing himself to do more than he was supposed to do. Not only did he practice his sword at night, but he also got up a few hours earlier than others for morning practice.

Since then, owls in the woods have replaced butterflies and ants. Little Glori, accompanied by him, became a regular visitor to the woods on the west side of the City of Miracles.

Raise the sword with both hands, then step and swing the sword – little Glori will practice each movement over and over again until his hands ache and until he is satisfied. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed without hesitation.

"I'm going to do my swordsmanship well!" he said.

However, he didn't forget to memorize magic spells. The sun-dried books, crumpled as they were, and he had no intention of using the money to replace them with new ones—the unclear words had been redrawn by him. He carried the books in his satchel and carried them with him. If he was tired from sword practice, he took out his books and continued to review what he had learned in class.

Later, little Glori memorized the spells he had now learned, and he was at ease to practice his swordsmanship. Gradually, the troubles about the weak growth of magic came back to his heart. However, he had no idea that there was someone who had been watching him: who that person was? that person was King Velon's left hand, the Holy Mage Xavier Noah.

While little Glori was resting, Xavier stepped out from behind the tree.

"Lo and behold, an old man tormented by the affairs of the court met a child who was troubled by magic. ”

Xavier smiled. He went up to Glorie Jr., talked to him about King Veron's deeds, and then talked about magic from court anecdotes.

"You're not good at magic and I'm not good at swordsmanship, we have similarities, and if you can stick to what you're doing, then I can help you a little bit," Xavier added, "Persistence, it's a lonely thing. ”

Xavier then tapped little Glori on the shoulder, and the sun was shining on them.

The glare of the sun made little Glori close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was in the ruins, and he slapped his elbow to find himself in shape.

"Look, we're already here. Glori exhaled. He rubbed his eyes, then reached out to block the sunlight, only to realize that the person who tapped him on the shoulder was Dylan next to him.