Yoria is a desert town far from the Empire, remote but somewhat isolated.

The lonely and burning sunset dyed the sea of sand and the sky crimson, and when the last of the crimson colors took away the residual heat of the world, the desert ushered in a rising crescent moon.

As the lonely twilight fell, the stars had already leapt into the inky blue night sky, like black velvet inlaid with diamonds.

The dry desert breeze swept through the day, and it was only at night that the rapid pace stopped and turned into a refreshing breeze.

People who are rarely seen in the daytime, under the shroud of twilight, have stepped out of their dwellings to enjoy the short and rare cool moments of each day.

A group of shirtless children are playing in the streets. They chased through the modest streets, until at the corner of the street, the frolicking children immediately quieted down and stopped beside a bard who did not know where they came from.

Perhaps it was the scarcity of outsiders in this frontier town, or perhaps the bard's silver seven-stringed harp and dusty nobility attracted them.

In short, the bard, who exudes a sense of mystery and freshness everywhere, is surrounded by them.

He sat on the ground, still hot from the day, and leaned against the blue stone wall of the street corner with his eyes closed.

Probably after resting, he took out the seven-stringed harp in his arms, and his white fingers kept beating on the harp, and the clear notes floated out leisurely.

"The twisted feast of the dark night is repeated here.

Behind the mysterious statement, the monster snickered.

Original sin in the blood is constantly calling and crying,

The crisis of extinction has never stopped.

No one knows when this journey began and when it ended!

......

When the bell rings again, humanity will be redeemed!

That's the voice of the light,

Let us sing for the light that is coming.

The sacred battle roared again,

It was the voice of the rebirth of fate, the Lord of Light descending on the land forsaken by the gods.

......

My king is here,

leading his Holy Spirit Knights to battle,

Defend the light that has long since dimmed.

May the Lord bless our King,

A bright day is coming, let us worship your triumphant victory!"

The neutral voice is rich in seductive magnetism, and the beautiful melody of the seven-stringed harp has infinite magic, which gradually quiets the otherwise bustling and lively street, and the whole street can only hear the sound of piano and singing.

When the chanting ended, the bard was surrounded by a crowd of people of all ages, in addition to a group of children.

Although the "Oath of Light" has been sung by many bards, there has never been a person who can compare to the person in front of him!

Moreover, the people of the town were generally not highly educated, and those who could read and write were considered very knowledgeable literati in the eyes of the townspeople, so they could not find any ornate rhetoric in their barren heads to embellish this fascinating voice, and could only clapped and applaud with their own hands.

Unlike the bards who had passed through the town in the past, this dazzling man did not ask for money from the crowd of onlookers, because it did not suit his identity and temperament.

The bard who used to haunt the town could only be regarded as a dirt dog in front of him!

After singing the oath of light, the handsome bard looked at the clean starry sky with great attention, and after a while stood up from the ground, his elegant white robe not stained with a trace of dust.

Looking at the crowd around him, his clear eyes carried a bit of expectation, and at the same time a bit of gain and loss.

He stood there and hesitated for a moment, probably gathering his thoughts, and after taking a deep breath, he asked the townspeople, "Excuse me, is there a place called Noval on the other side of the desert or in the desert?"

Noval?

The town's native inhabitants struggled to recall this, but all shook their heads.

What is Noval? It's the first time they've heard of that name......

On the other side of the desert there is only the Dawn Mountains, and there is no place called Norval at all. As for the desert, they haven't been there, because most of the people who have been there have disappeared into the yellow sand.

"It may be a great abyss, or it may be an abandoned ruin, can you think about it?" said the bard, who seemed to be unrelenting, telling the town what he knew, hoping that someone would know.

Everyone still shook their heads, if it was really a huge abyss, it would have been discovered a long time ago. If it's ruins, I don't know how many ruins there are in the desert, but who knows what they used to be called. Unless the dry bones lying in it themselves sit up from the yellow sand and tell them.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, the confused eyes and curious looks on the mouths of the locals seemed to ask him what was Noval, and was there any treasure there? The bard sighed slightly, but still could not find any clue to that place.

The bard's eyes, which had been full of hope a moment a moment, suddenly dimmed. In the past ten years, he has traveled to the entire Mu continent, like a needle in the sea. Until a month ago, he was in a mountain village, and from a blind old man who was in his old age, he learned a little bit of news about Noval, which sounded like a clue to legend. After receiving this almost legendary news, he did not hesitate to leave for this place at once, and did not stop there until an hour of waiting.

But now, this seeming last thing has been cut off, and the troubadour's hope has once again faded.

Perhaps, there is no such place in this world, it is just a story made up by some people!

The bard looked out at the desert not far away, and the light in his eyes became firm again. Just because people here don't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The name Noval was told to her by her grandmother alone when she was seriously ill and dying. Grandma doesn't cheat on herself, not to mention that Noval has what she craves the most, and that alone can't be wrong!

Many legends are widely spread because there are too many people who have preached them. But some have been annihilated in the long river of time, such as this Noval. In the past ten years, he has traveled almost the entire continent of Mu, and he has made short stops in every place. In addition to his grandmother, the legend of Norval is known only to a blind old man in a remote mountain village. The fewer people who know, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it just means that it is hidden deeper!

Since the last clue points to this desert, then you must find it yourself!

The troubadour thanked them and left their sight with his only luggage, the lyre harp.

A crescent moon hung high in the deep blue of the night, and the stars scattered the forgotten night sky.

The gentle night breeze blows on people's cheeks, quiet and charming.

The bard looked at the vast desert before him, and the night lurked in the dead sea of sand like a preyed beast.

After settling his mind, he finally stepped into the yellow sand.

"You won't find it if you go in now!" a young child's voice sounded behind him, and the childish voice made the bard stop.

The bard walked from this town to the edge of the desert, knowing that he was followed by a man, but he did not pay any attention to the man who followed him, and only quietly thought about things. When the bard turned around, he found that the little boy who was ten meters away from him was a six or seven-year-old child, who was one of the group of children who had surrounded him. The long black hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and sticky against his head, and a pair of black eyes shone with endless vitality.

Apparently startled by the bard's movements, he took a few steps back. The person staring at the person in front of him, holding his small hands tightly and stubbornly walked to his original place. Look at the bard and not back down.

The bard walked slowly towards him, and the little boy bit his lower lip, his body trembling slightly, but he did not turn and run away. He just watched the bard silently, and until he came up to him and crouched down, he still didn't take a step back.

"Child, do you know that place called Noval?" said a smile on the bard's face as he tried to suppress his excitement and not let his expression scare away the little boy.

Staring into the bard's eyes, the little boy made sure that there was no malice in his eyes, and then he said hesitantly in a childish childish voice, "Yes! ”

"Can you tell me where it is, then? The eldest brother has spent many years searching for that place, and I beg you to tell me!" The bard could no longer conceal his joy when he heard that the little boy really knew Noval, and bowed to the little boy with a great salute.

The bard's movements startled the little boy, and he jerked away like a frightened wild cat.

"You...... What are you doing...... What...... The little boy had never seen this kind of battle, and he didn't know what to do about what happened in front of him, so he stammered.

The bard raised his head slightly, and his azure eyes contained boundless hope. "Please, you must tell me where Noval is!, okay?"

"I only know a few things, and grandpa doesn't talk much about that place. The little boy thought for a moment, and whispered to the bard.

The night was blurry, the starlight melted into the hazy mist, and there was a burst of camel bells in the distance, this was the caravan returning late. They walked in the moonlit desert with clear light, and gradually walked to the place where the lights were dim.

"Grandpa once said that the place of Noval is the place where the ruins of the last era ended, and it precipitates the darkness of the last era. And this weeping desert buries everything, and you can only enter it if you meet certain conditions......" The blue eyes signaled that he could continue, but he only knew so much. Although his grandfather occasionally told him at night, he fell asleep after hearing half of it every time.

As for what the last era was, he didn't know anything about the darkness or anything like that, but just copied what he heard and told it to the bard.

"I ...... That's all I know, I'm sorry!" the little boy blushed with anxiety and lowered his head as he looked at his blue eyes, which were as beautiful as the sky. It seems that he is ashamed of the hope floating in this pair of autumn eyes.

The bard gently patted the boy on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous.

"Can you tell me, then, where is your home? Can I visit your grandfather in person?"

The little boy lowered his head and looked at his barefoot pair. Twisting his big thumb, he kept stirring the yellow sand on the ground. "My grandfather doesn't like to see outsiders...... then he looked up at the bard again, and saw that the dreamy eyes were looking at him tenderly, and he quickly buried his head again.

The temperature dropped sharply at this moment, and the cool night breeze became cold. At the edge of the desert, two figures, one large and one small, stood silently, the little boy shivered with his bare upper body and opened his mouth to say something, and the bard wanted to ask again if he could see the little boy's grandfather, but neither of them broke the peace.

I don't know how long it took, but an old voice with a faint sigh reached the ears of the two of them.

"Don't be embarrassed about my grandson, young man, let me tell you!