Jonah walked alone in the silent night wasteland, dark overhead, without a single star.

He looked left and right, unable to see the distance clearly. He had forgotten why he was walking, and of course he didn't know what it was, a small orange-red ball of light suspended in the night not far away, showing him the way forward.

He walked mechanically, feeling the grass, branches, stones, and thorns with the soles of his feet, the orbs of light leading the way in front of him, a faint orange glow illuminating the space within a radius of ten yards.

The sharp stone stung the center of Jonah's foot, and he bent down to stroke his left foot, and found that he was all **, without a profane garment, and strangely, did not feel cold at all. The smell in the air felt familiar to him, the warmth of his hometown, the red plains of St. Bouren, the smell of home. There was not a trace of terror in him.

He walked forward, and kept walking, I don't know how long, and he didn't get tired. The eternal darkness of night covered the plains, and he should have walked a few sunrises and moonsets, but he never saw the light.

At some point, suddenly, the orange ball of light froze, and Jonah stopped.

"Have you done your homework, young man?" someone said on the left.

Jonah turned his head to see Mr. Koshava in his ill-fitting black astrologer's robes, shaking his unkempt head at the edge of light and darkness.

"Teacher!" Jonah exclaimed in surprise, trying to run over and give the old man a hug.

"Kid, how are you doing?" the words from the right stumbled his steps.

A man and a woman came out of the night, the man with a ruddy face and a black mustache on his upper lip, slightly balding, and the woman in a cheesecloth dress, whose eyes were still large and bright.

“...... Mom, Daddy?" Jonah called out hesitantly, sticking out his left foot.

"This is not the time to catch up. You still have important things to do. Something more important than anything else. Ahead, a calm baritone voice was heard.

Jonah saw a figure in a hooded black cloak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's face hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you?"

"He's a liar. What you need to believe in is yourself. You know? It's not yourself that someone else has imposed on you, it's your self, your body within your shell, your soul suspended in the electrolyte, your little universe, your Force, your alayya, your nerves DNA. What you believe in constitutes you, and believing in yourself, is enough. Speaking of which, you have to be a little confident to live, right?" a light and nice man's voice sounded behind him.

Jonah turned, and the orange ball of light illuminated a snowy mirror.

Jonah approached the mirror, and a pale man with a full body was reflected in the mirror, but the sturdy body, dark eyebrows, and mocking eyes did not belong to him.

"Y-Who are you? What do you mean by that?" asked Jonah staggering back a few steps, full of horror.

"I'm you, stupid. The man in the mirror raised his eyebrows and said.

"How could you be me?" Jonah asked......, snapping into his senses. "You're the demon that occupies my body!"

"Please, the word demon has been outdated for a long time, and I don't mind you treating me like a villain, but don't worry, I'll cherish our bodies. The man in the mirror grinned wickedly.

Jonah clenched his fists and trembled. He leaned down and picked up a piece of rubble, and threw it at the mirror with all his strength, and the stone hit the mirror, causing a ripple of water, making the smile of the person in the mirror even more distorted and terrifying.

"Calm down. The ball of light spoke.

Jonah hung his head, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

"What is the first creed of an astrologer?" asked the ball of light.

"Be curious and always be in awe. "Jonah squeezed out of his teeth the first first sentence of the Seven Articles of Faith of Astrology that every astrologer and astrologer's apprentice must remember.

"And?" asked the ball of light.

"Truth lives forever in the stars. If you are ignorant, sad, or confused, you just have to look up. Jonah didn't need to remember, but his mouth naturally recited the proverbs of the first astrology teacher, Gilberto Gilburnaon.

"Good. What to do now?" the ball of light induced.

"Look up at the night sky. Jonah's eyes cleared, and he straightened up, raised his head, and looked at the sky with all his eyes and spirit.

The darkness overhead shattered like glass, turning into a stream of water in the sky, and the wilderness was covered by the endless starry sky. The stars dotted the zenith, turning the earth silvery white, and the figure at the edge of darkness disappeared silently into the starlight, Jonah let out a soft breath and straightened his arm, letting the wind of the red earth plains blow through his fingertips.

"Phantoms are not terrible, but what is terrible is the truth, because the truth is not necessarily good for us, but it is a lifelong search. The orange ball of light said to Jonah, and then slowly rose up, melting into the brilliant starlight.

"When you find Ariania, you may as well come and see me, I will always wait for you. - Anyway, what can I do without waiting for you?"

Jonah stood alone in the middle of the moor, with no direction. He looked far and wide to find the outline of an astrological tower or a redstone fort, but found nothing: it was the red clay plains he was familiar with, but there were no roads and villages he was familiar with.

He stood for a long time and decided to go in one direction until dawn. As soon as he had taken a few steps, a gust of wind blew, and the flying sand blinded his eyes, and Jonah closed his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers, feeling his eyelids terriblely heavy, as if they had been glued together and covered with half a pound of plumb. He tried hard and hard, tried again and again, and finally opened a glimmer of eyes with difficulty.

The narrow, blurred horizon was filled with Sibi's tearful green eyes.

"He's awake!he's awake!he's awake!' he is awake!" Sibiro jumped up from the bed and shouted, darting out before colliding with Toba as he broke through the door.

The head of the room bowed his head and bent down into the small stone house No. A51, pinching the broken wooden door with his left hand, and removing Sippi from his lap with his right hand, his face full of disbelief and ecstasy: "My lord has woken up? really? I'll take a look at me!"

Jonah half-opened his eyes to see the brown stone ceiling of the Cherry Ferry House. It took him half a minute to figure out his situation. He lay on the bed with a straw pillow and a thin quilt.

He was in room A51 in Cherry Crossing.

The large, distorted face that approached him belonged to the captain of the pitchfork squad, a wrestler from the mountains of Bazelar, and his friend Toba.

The green shadow who ran around with joy to vent his emotions was the elven archer, his uninvited sister who was always against him, his friend Sibby.

The slender oriental woman who walked in from outside the door, with a calm expression, but the slight tremor of the silver bell in her hair revealed her nervousness, was Long Ji, his friend Long Ji.

Standing outside the house, guarding him like a stone statue in armor, the noble unicorn knight is a member of the ancient family of banished knights, the loyal Rose Knight, and his friend Elliott.

The extremely long knife standing in the corner of the house, wrapped in a blood-red leather sheath, exuding a faint murderous aura, is the famous sword "Buddha's tooth" in the ancient southern country, the owner of the Buddha's tooth, the sword-wielding Garan who destroyed the Buddha country, suffering from encephalopathy, but trustworthy magic warrior, his friend Yakong.

He pursed his lips to say something, but found that his throat was as dry as rough limestone, and his vocal cords could not utter a complete word except for the unpleasant grinding sound.

Jonah tried to raise his right hand, and after a few attempts, only to bend his right index finger slightly. The elder of the chamber, who wrapped Jonah's palms in a pair of large hands, keenly felt the pulsation, and shouted in surprise: "Master astrologer is really awake!

"Kettles, cups, bladders, where and where......" Sibi ran frantically around the house, tearing open every sheet in search of water.

"I'll come. Ryuki walked to the window, knelt down gently, pulled out her black fur water bag, unscrewed the cork, and gently lifted Jonah's head, bringing it close to his parched lips.

The water touched the chapped lower lip and was absorbed into it, Jonah felt the life force flow into his body with the cold spring, he opened his mouth and drank greedily, every time he swallowed a mouthful of water in his throat, the strength in his body increased by one point, after drinking the whole bag of water in one go, Jonah licked his lips unsatisfied, sat up, coughed twice, looked around at everyone, and said two words with difficulty: "Thank you." ”

"Wow!" Sibby threw himself into his arms and burst into tears. Jonah looked helplessly at the grasshopper's shuffling shoulders wrapped in a green hunting suit, and looked at Long Ji pleadingly.

The Oriental woman sighed, put away the water bag and said, "You scared us to death." Do you know how long you've been in a coma?"

Five hours?Jonah said, but there was only a meaningless grunt.