It was so quiet that no sound could be heard at all, as if the world in front of me was covered in a glass cup, and only movement could be seen, but no sound could be heard.

Orange firelight jumped and flickered on the window, giving off an eerie color in this gray world.

Sovereign clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, as if only in a dream, and he leaned over with a vigilant stance.

The path made of stone slabs leads to the wooden house, and the dark wood, with a slight grain of grain, is clearly an old wooden house, old but not dilapidated. The ring holes in the doors, the shape of the windows, and the details of the decoration show that a lot of work must have gone into the construction of this wooden house.

Not only that, but the rounded lines mixed with the roughness make it easy to tell at a glance that this is not the architectural style of the Orem Kingdom, or that it is not the art of human craftsmen.

Sovereign walked smoothly to the door of the hut, and the imaginary sudden danger did not happen. He looked at the window on the front of the cabin to find something. But apart from the still-dancing firelight, and the reflection of some unknown artifacts on the window, everything was calm and nothing special.

Sovereign pressed the tip of his sword against the wooden door, and after a little force, the wooden door opened silently, and a string of swirling ornaments hanging from the doorknob shook slightly as the wooden door was castrated.

In front of me was a small space, with a carpet of unknown material on the wooden floor, thick stacks of books and waxed candlesticks on the wooden table by the window, a rectangular fireplace in the corner of the wall, and perhaps the most striking thing about the whole room was the bookshelves that covered the four walls.

In fact, it is a bit inaccurate to say that it is a bookcase, because the owner here only fills half of the space with books, and the rest of the space is occupied by all kinds of furnishings.

Quaint scimitars, exquisite jewelry, bones of unknown creatures, gems of various shapes, scrolls with completely unrecognizable handwriting, and even many bottles and cans soaked in various strange creatures, etc. These are just some of the many items on display that can be easily identified by their appearance, and there are many more that you don't know what they are.

Sovereign stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at a clear bottle with a black gas that kept bumping around trying to break free. "What the hell is this, for the sake of the Lord God?" he muttered quietly.

"Trust me, you won't want to know. An old voice rang out abruptly behind him.

The cold feeling instantly soaked his whole body, like a frightened cat, and the pores on Soveland's body suddenly opened. He jerked around and faced the place where the voice had come from, and on the chair beside his desk, a thin figure was sitting in a pitch-black hooded cloak.

Sovereign felt his heart beat so fast that it was about to pop out of his chest. He was sure that since he had entered, he had been alone in the room, and that there was absolutely no one else. And just in the moment that passed, a stranger appeared in front of him, silently, without warning, as if born out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Sovereign asked in a low voice, the feeling of being watched again, and more intensely than before, as if the other party had two cold glances sweeping over his skin even though he hadn't looked at him.

"It doesn't matter who I am," the voice was low and hoarse, sounding like an old woman, "in a way, you can understand someone who can help you." ”

Sovereign took a few deep breaths and adjusted his body to the best condition, so that if there was a fight, at least he would not suffer in the first move. "Help me, with all due respect, I'm afraid I don't have anything I need your help with. ”

"Young man, always with an almost fearless self-confidence," said the other with contempt in his tone, "or rather stubborn stupidity." ”

"Do you want to help me pass the trial of order?" said Sovereign with a smile, but his eyes did not take off the black figure for a moment, "If that's the case, I'll sincerely thank you." ”

"What if that's true?"

"The Lord God is above," said Soveland, "and I even doubt that this is still a trial of order!"

"What if this is the trial?"

The black figure by the window seemed to be happily asking, but Sovereign fell silent. It is undeniable that no one can predict what will happen in the Forest of Songs, and even the content of the Order Trial varies from person to person, and each trialist has a completely different experience in their mouths, who can be sure that everything in front of them is not a part of the trial?

A silent silence permeated the small cabin, and Sovereign did not want to continue answering the seemingly unanswered questions, the joy of entering the forest had been replaced by the tension that had gradually grown.

"Come here, sit down across from me. The figure broke the silence first.

Sovereign was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to say this, but quickly walked over fearlessly. In his mind, the worst outcome of the trial of order is nothing more than defeat, and if he is stopped by the fear of the unknown, this is the most frustrating thing.

Gently pulling back the chair by the window, Sovereign sat across the wooden table across the black figure. With a wide hood covering the other man's face in a dark shadow, and a few strands of gray hair hanging from his hat, Sovereign gave up any attempt to try further. "And then?" he asked.

"Patience, young man, patience. The other party replied.

The old and wizened palm reached out from the cloak, pushing aside the books on the wooden table, clearing a wide open space on the table. When the dry palm that looked like it was wrapped in tree bark waved across the table again, a shallow dish of water appeared there.

From the time he entered the forest to the present, a series of unbelievable things had made Essaoweran a little numb, and it seemed that here, there was nothing that could not happen.

"Look in, you'll be interested. Said the figure on the other side.

"In the water?" asked Soveland.

The other man nodded, and then slowly paddled his fingers in the water. Gradually, the clear water in the dish swirled, and a trace of gray smoke drifted out from his fingertips. "Empty your mind and look in. ”

Sovereign stared at the swirling water, and his body involuntarily leaned over, the smoke boiling and tumbling in the water, as if something had caught his eye. Just as the water in the dish was all dyed gray, countless miasma of smoke floating out of the water stuck to Soveland's face and pulled him into the water.

After a brief moment of panic, Solweran found his gaze slowly sinking, and the whole world was filled with gray smoke, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Gradually, the sense of fall disappeared, and Essaoweran felt as if he was floating in the air, surrounded by a white expanse. The dark gray smoke seems to be given life, and they condense together to create a black and white picture.

It was a noisy and panicked scene, and on the large wooden bed lay a woman who was tormented by incomparable pain, the sweat that had dried and soon overflowed on her forehead, her lips bitten bloodless with snow-white teeth, heavy breathing, and hoarse cries one after another.

Her hand was held by a handsome man, who knelt on one knee in front of the bed, and with the other hand kept wiping the woman's sweat, his brow tightly locked, and his trembling lips kept kissing the back of the woman's hand.

"I'm here, Avere, I'm right next to you......" The man's palm was punctured by the woman's nails, and he didn't even care if blood was bleeding, "You can do it, Avere, hold on a little longer, soon, soon it will be better......"

Her breath was muffled, and she kept inhaling, then suddenly straightened up and let out a cry of the most pain, and at the sound she fell to bed in exhaustion. The next moment, all voices stopped, and no one in the room spoke. Suddenly, in the solemn silence, a loud cry rang out, the first cry of the baby into the world.

"It's a boy, my lady!" said the maid as she carried the newborn to the woman's side.

The woman smiled with tears on her face, teasing the baby's wrinkled face with her fingers. "My son, this is my son....... Her voice was weak, but it revealed the firmness and pride of her mother's love, "From now on, you will be called Sauvera...... My kids ......"

Sovereign stood there steadily, watching everything as if he were a spectator, his lips opening and closing silently, but not uttering a syllable, tears streaming down his eyes, and he tried to reach out and touch them, only to find that the picture dissipated into gray smoke.

The smoke gathered again, this time the picture was familiar to him, but it had been buried in his heart and unknown.

Lying on the bed, the last bit of life force had been drained of the old man's life force by years of illness, he turned his head with difficulty to look at the boy lying in front of the bed and sobbing quietly.

The old man laughed, and he trembled and stretched out his palm, gently rubbing it on the boy's head. "Veran, my little Veran, be strong. ”

The little boy wiped his eyes vigorously, "Grandfather, are you going to leave Veran alone like your mother?"

"No, my child......" the old man wiped the corners of the little boy's eyes, his voice was full of warm power, "we will not leave little Veran alone, we will watch you in a beautiful paradise, and watch over you forever, understand?"

The little boy nodded and kissed the old man on the forehead.

The image dissipated again, and the smoke continued on and on, and Sovereign saw the crowd of people shouting and tsunami, and saw the blood sprayed, and the lonely figure in the desert, and the warships that appeared and disappeared in the rough sea.

The blurry picture was like a fleeting streamer, faster and brighter, and just as the world in front of me was about to be filled with blinding light, all the smoke swirled together in the white space, depicting a huge swirling vortex. Sovereign stood in front of this black and white totem, as small as an ant under a mountain peak.

At this moment, a gap of light was cut in the center of the whirlpool, and an eye opened there, and a substantial gaze was directed at Sovelan, and for a moment, Soveran seemed to feel his soul tremble.

With a throbbing gasp, Sawylan jerked up from his chair and leaned backwards into the corner. His face turned pale, and strands of water-soaked hair stuck to his forehead. "What the hell are you showing me for?!" he asked, snarling, pointing his sword at the figure in front of him.

"Fate. There was a cold depth in the other party's voice.

"What does that mean exactly?"

"What do you mean?" the black figure smiled, "Instead ......of caring about what that means, think about what you can pay?"

"The price?"

"Everyone on the battlefield has to pay the price," the voice paused, "what price are you willing to pay?"

"You ......" Sovereign was faced with a completely clueless question.

The black figure quickly interrupted him. "Think about it, and hopefully you'll give me your answer when we see you again. The voice continued, "If, of course, you're still alive by then. ”

Before Sovereign could continue to ask, the whole wooden house suddenly became farther and farther away in front of him, the wooden door closed again in a rapid tug, and the flickering orange fire became unreal like an illusion in the depths of his mind.

A bright halo flashed, and Sovereign found himself in a clearing in the middle of a forest, the world of color returned, and the cheerful chirping of insects and birds flooded back into his ears.

There are no old wooden houses, no old women, and no clear water to see "fate", everything that has just happened is like last night's nightmare, and when you wake up, there are only intermittent fragments left.

Sovereign stood there a little dazed, the torment of the unknown creeping up like a shadow of uneasiness, creeping and growing in his heart, and countless questions filled his mind, but there was no trace of an explanation for the answers. Soon, Soveland's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden exclamation in the jungle, which, to be honest, calmed him down a lot, for he was fed up with the strange feeling of not being seen or touched.