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It was as if we were being put in a jar and could not leave here, or we had a deep fear in the face of the forest, the thicker fog of the mountains like a wall and a door to another world. Here, the spirit of adventure means disaster, bad luck and the curse of the devil, and those who leave their homeland will be swallowed up by this thick fog. At least everywhere I walked, the old people liked to tell legends that seemed to be true and false, teaching people not to think about the outside world and to love their hometown.

Looking up at the sky, I can see a little bit of the sun that brings me light, it is said that the ancient people called him Glar, in ancient times he was radiant and could not look directly, and the world was not a terrible fog, there were magic and knights, swords and princesses, and powerful dragons and great kings, of course, this is also the old story told by the old people, where are these things, we have no kings in Glar, only quarrels about the wizarding councils that bring good to people, we know magic, love the sword is regarded as inferior, lack of wisdom. The excitement of the story can only be enjoyable, but I am not satisfied with this.

The wizards of the Garele Society are a bunch of fools, they don't know what real magic is, they also have a deep disdain for the words in the ancient books, they believe that the world is the most powerful only the magic they master, and that Glarel is the center of the world, there are three councils and four courts, there is no king, and our wizarding council will solve all problems. Foolish fellows, you are obsessed with stagnant magic, you have achieved nothing, and you have no armies against foreign enemies, and when the Shadows strike, we will all be destroyed!

"On the scorching sun, the ancient king ascends, the flying dragon has no shadow, the demon hides, the bell rings, the king is dead, the north strikes, and there are many black shadows"

___The Book of Harward

Lin Jie's Notes