After entering Noah's Jungle, Glori let Wooder go. He knew that from now on, when he met Wuver again, he would only be able to swing his sword. Perhaps, it was him who fell, perhaps, it was Wofher.

Then, without looking back, Wofher ran to the City of Miracles. And Glori and the others stopped at the mountain pass on the east side.

"We have to rest here for the night, it's not wise to cross Noah's jungle when it's dark, and it's not just Lord Xavier and Evan who have been injured. ”

"Now, I have to get away for a while. However, I will not delay tomorrow morning. See you later, friends. In order not to disturb the crowd, Glori did not tell them what he was going to do.

Glori felt tired. But when it comes to homesickness, everything doesn't feel like an ordeal anymore. He never forgot to go to the woods to the southwest. If you go down the slope, you will be able to return to your hometown where you have been separated for many years. He misses his family.

As evening came, Glori headed southwest. He had just reminded the Knights of Merit and his friends, but he had to walk alone in the night. He knew he had to do it, and it was as if there was a force in his heart that inspired him – he wanted to know everything about what was happening in his hometown, and he wanted to see his family.

After the City of Miracles was attacked by Order, he never had a chance to return home. Now, he was given such an opportunity, just as he blamed himself for Lord Bard's death. For Glori, it never calmed his heart. He couldn't be happy about it, but he couldn't let go of his anticipation.

Along the slope, Glori doesn't look back. He was very cautious, and even kept paying attention to the movements around him, in order to calm the turmoil in his heart. He remembered what Mr. Carlos had told him.

"My child, do you know why I didn't let you into the forest when it was dark?" said Mr. Carlos, looking at little Glory before the fireplace. He looked at little Glori and shook his head. Then Monsieur Carlos told little Glori: "I want to tell you only one thing, and you must remember it, at least until you grow up." ”

Mr. Carlos's words, of course, Glori remembered. Moreover, he remembered the story that Mr. Carlos kept repeating. Whenever night came, Mr. Carlos would scare little Glori with what he had experienced.

"Once, I went hunting with the hunters in the village. Then, we met the spirits of the forest. That's a scary guy...... At first, we were not afraid. The spirit had green eyes and squeaked when it walked. If the wind blows, it is accompanied by the rustle of leaves. Do you know why we were scared?", said Mr. Carlos, who was deliberately suspicious and glared at the time.

And what about little Glori? He continued to shake his head. He was eager to go to the forest and see what child wasn't interested in the tales of ghosts, but he was obedient and kept to heart what Mr. Carlos had to say. If there is an accident in the forest at night, not only Mr. Carlos will be sad, but Mrs. Carlos and Glory's sister will have to suffer with it.

Later, little Glori dissipated his hope of going to the forest. But that doesn't mean he's scared. He just looked at Mr. Carlos, waiting for the telling.

"Later, my hunter friends and I used torches to see the spirits emerging from the darkness. It's a headless fellow, and it has a huge black mouth like an abyss. Mr. Carlos smiled and touched little Glori's head. He enjoyed the story.

"So, that's a dryad. The answer is obvious. Father, I've already been to the forest, just after I went to the Academy of Miracles. And I'm going on an adventure in the woods with Mr. Mayne and his friends!" Glori muttered to himself. He remembered Noah's spirits in the jungle vividly.

"But there are others, not just dryads. Yes, I've seen those little guys, too. ”

The little guy in Glori's mouth is the green-skinned imp who follows the dryads. Of course, they're spirits, too. They prefer to live in groups and like to hunt together. However, they also like to hang out with large spirits such as Dryads. Once, some people called these green-skinned imps little clever ghosts, because they were so flexible that Mr. Carlos and the hunters in the village suffered a lot.

But it's not the spirits that are the most terrifying. In the woods, there is another thing that the people of Glory's hometown are afraid of, and that is the barbarians. They resemble the Cyclops, but are short. Then, they have green skin, green eyes, and even green blood.

Barbarians, often haunted by spirits. They will use magical artifacts with residual magical power to feed the spirits. That's what they do, and they can control spirits. In a hunt, they occupy a leading position because of their outstanding intelligence. And those spirits who were born under magic like the Wanyue Clan cannot use magic tools.

Spirits don't have the intelligence of higher beings, and they can't read spells on magical devices. Since they need to be nourished by magic to grow, they are interdependent with the barbarians...... It's better than looking around for magical ashes.

So, when my father and the hunters went to the forest, they also met the little green-skinned ghost. Before he knew it, Glori had arrived in the village. He walked through a gap in a crumbling rock fence and recalled what Mr. Carlos had said.

Glori was about to set off the waves in his heart, so he restrained himself. He looked at the wooden house in front of him in a daze. The wooden houses in front of you are made of pine. Even, he remembers that he embalmed the house with Mr. Carlos. He focused on the house, trying to divert what had just been in his mind, and looked around.

It wasn't long before Glori saw the candlelight lit. Surprised, he paused. He was about to cry out excitedly.

"But what am I supposed to do with my father?" asked Glori. He's tried, but he's still letting the grief come well. "How do I explain everything?"

Glori wanted to see his family as soon as possible, because the house was lit up! He was very happy, but he was also very sad. He is very conflicted, should he let his family see such a disappointing self - the iron-blooded poet Bud, the hero of Alex's kingdom, who actually paid with his life to save himself. "What should the family think about this?"

Will they be disappointed?, Glori asked himself. The door that could be knocked on in front of him became a wall in front of his thoughts—Glori, silently listening to the sounds in the house.

"Hey, friend. I said, thank you for helping me. So, what about the case of the clock?" asked the man standing in front of Mr. Carlos.

"It's over there. ”

Mr. Carlos is busy with the work in hand. He holds the pendulum of a wooden pendulum in one hand and the base of the pendulum in the other. He then pointed to the round table where the wooden glyph box was placed. And the shell of that pendulum is in the gap between the box and the wall.

Suddenly, Mr. Carlos shouted. "Wait, don't break the gift I gave Xavier. He stared at the wooden glyph box, afraid it would be squeezed out.

"You did this for little Glori?" the man asked Mr. Carlos, "how is he doing at the Academy of Miracles?"

"Hmm...... Still, I remember what the guy looked like when he left home. He didn't say anything and acted like a man. Mr. Carlos said proudly. Then, he fell silent.

As for Glori, who was outside the door, it was quieter.

Glori knows how sad she was when she left her hometown. On that day, the only people who came to see him off were Mr. Carlos, Mrs. Carlos, and Glori's sister. Still, Glori Jr. thought that was enough. He endured it, and in order not to let his family see the tears, he jumped into the carriage without even looking back.

After arriving at the Miracle Academy, little Glori went to his lodging under the guidance of his mentor. There was not only himself in that place, but also other children. He didn't want to be seen as a joke, so he neatly packed up the bed and buried his head in the pillow. On the night of the first day, when he had just arrived at the academy, he could not suppress his nostalgia for his family, so much so that he cried very sadly.

After all the hardships and tribulations, Glori has returned. Although it was only a visit, Glori also wanted to reassure his family. He was expecting it, wanting to knock on the door.

"Father, I'm out of this door right now!" Glori wanted to shout. However, he swallowed. Then he heard Mr. Carlos talking.

"Look, little Glori got what he wanted. We've all stopped at one time and hoped he would become a craftsman...... Or, there is a job that gives us all peace of mind. However, he has his own dreams. Dreams are invaluable to those who have them. So, we're all conflicted. Because, we all want to see our children achieve their dreams. Mr. Carlos said with a smile. He got up, walked to the living room, and took the wooden glyph box in his hand.

It was a beautiful box. On all sides of the box, dragon gods are carved. Mr. Carlos looked at it carefully, then opened the box and showed it to his hunter friend: "Look, this is the finest wheat, carefully selected. ”

Later, Mr. Carlos added. "That day, I knew little Glori was in tears. He's my child, how could I not know? But I trust him to stick to what he has to do. He looked to the door.

"Father!"

Glori shouted through the vertical bars of the window. Then, his heart fell into the abyss. Because, he saw that the candlelight in the room was gone! and the candlelight slipped out of the room into a dark corner.

Suddenly, Glori turned. He looked down at the village, and there was not a single candlelight. The candlelight slipped either behind the trees or into the slits. At this moment, all the expectations in his heart turned into sadness and disappointment.

Only now did Glori remember the wooden glyph box. The box full of the best wheat was a gift for Xavier. Moreover, it happened shortly after Glori entered the Miracle Academy.

"What are you hiding?"

Glori hissed. He noticed that the green light appeared from all directions, some at the mouth of the well, some by the trees, and some in the cracks of the houses......

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