As the campfire burned brightly in the cave, Francis broke the silence and asked Solomon with a smile why he was afraid of the goats.

This quote evokes memories of Solomon, a native of Wales, whose father died in a steam accident at the factory, leaving him in a furnace with nothing left.

Her mother dragged Solomon, who was still an infant, to survive in Wales' notorious slums. Whenever her mother was on her way home from odd jobs and saw the churchgoers who were glorious, honored, and praised by the citizens who passed by, her mother thought about how good it would be if her children would become like this in the future.

Stay away from the harmful dust of the factory, and die of bad lungs in your thirties, so my mother used to say to Francis; "Grow taller, kid, go to church to get away from this hell."

So no matter how difficult the days were, Solomon's mother tried every means to squeeze out the meager money so that Solomon could eat some decent food and grow a qualified physique. When he was a child, Solomon looked at the food on his plate and wondered what his mother was eating, but his mother always smiled kindly and refused to give it to him.

Heaven gave them a rare gift, and Solomon was a perfect fit for the Grey Guard, and he received a ticket to the church on the day he became an adult.

"It sounds like you've made it through, why did you go to the fraternity?"

Francis asked, but Solomon did not answer, but smiled bitterly and shook his head, which did not belong to his style.

Now, in Solomon's view, it was just a little sweetness from heaven and then he completely pushed the family into the abyss without mercy.

During the church's audit, Solomon had to accompany some official hunters or priests out on official business, and it was a day no different from the past, and the church revealed a message to his accompanying hunters.

The secret warehouse of the Church was beneath the slum where Solomon and his mother lived, and when several bottles of high-purity base potions were blended, an accident occurred, and the storehouse blender and others were all contaminated with the failed potion and turned into monsters. The church has stated that they don't care what to do with the monsters, and that they need to be escorted back with other potions already stored there.

Solomon, an eighteen-year-old boy at the time, thought that he and the hunter beside him could save the street like a hero, and let his mother see that his son was also being cheered and praised by the people who saved him.

But as Francis said, there is always a way in this world to turn the things you cherish into the most unforgettable nightmare of your life, and then easily destroy the best part of your life, like those dark fairy tales that are not told.

The hunter ignored the monsters that had crawled into the cramped streets, but let the disaster happen, and without the slightest warmth, ordered Solomon to go down to the warehouse to get the potion—"Get the potion, rice bucket."

Then, when Solomon brought back the potion and his neck was just out of the ground, the hunter took out the steel sword from his waist and pressed it coldly against Solomon's neck.

"The church says don't let you, the local, who has seen too much, come back, what happened on this street is called accidental disappearance."

Later, Solomon had forgotten how to snatch the potion and kill the hunter, perhaps because of the loss of control and extraordinary power of the mutation. Thanks to Solomon's high compatibility with the Grey Guard derivative, he was able to mutate successfully.

I only remember that when I came to my senses, there was a deformed mutant with goat horns that had been smashed by Solomon on the wall next to me, and I was holding my mother who had been injured by a monster and was dying in a pool of blood.

The mother's hand ran over Solomon's cheek and murmured;

You're tall enough kid, run fast, run to a place where there is no pain...

Later, Solomon learned that the food on his mother's plate was different from his own, and most people called it garbage.

Solomon finished looking at the bleating goat stuck in the depths of the cave, staring at the goat's horn for a moment, then turning his head to look out, and letting out his trademark laugh again to hide his fragile emotions.

Solomon's inner life, like a hill, was an eighteen-year-old boy holding his vanished mother and weeping bitterly.

After listening to this, Francis silently rubbed the stones he had picked up, and said; "I also have a friend, Pfister, very nice guy..."

Solomon caught a glimpse of the words Fester engraved on the butt of the musket that Francis was carrying behind his back, and he already knew that most of the world's misfortunes were similar, but happiness was different. Solomon took out a sword from nowhere, and gave it to Francis, saying; "This is the hunter, you can quench some potion or sword oil, and send you to defend yourself, after all, you can't be sure to shoot monsters."

Francis took the sword and looked at it with both hands, "You don't want it?" This stuff means a lot to you. ”

Solomon shook his head, "No need. ”

Solomon didn't want to recall the heart-wrenching events at the sight of a sword or a goat, but he preferred to remember his mother's smile that was so warm when she smiled.

Perhaps in order to stop talking about these sad things, Solomon turned his eyes to May, raised his eyebrows and asked Francis; "Your wife? This is enough for you. ”

May was pretending to be asleep, and she woke up when she heard about Solomon, and she now sympathized with the stupid big man. But Solomon changed his mind and asked about a topic that seemed sensitive. May curled up, silently waiting for Francis's attitude.

Although Solomon's frivolous attitude still made May very unhappy.

Francis looked up and smiled, jokingly; "It's hard to say, ask me in five years."

The two didn't sleep all night to prevent anything from happening, and they chatted for a couple of sentences waiting for the day to come.

But unexpectedly, the fog still showed signs of dissipation after dawn, and the sunlight was absorbed by the thick fog, which could only illuminate the woods.

At the same time, Francis and Solomon hear the beautiful singing of a woman coming from the depths of the fog. If the old fellow who had lived long enough heard this song, he would have understood that it was the voice of the missing princess long ago.

The two looked at each other, and they agreed on one thing, and that was that the Forest of Fear was clearly not going to let them go easily.

The key that Francis hung on the necklace around his neck gradually became red-hot, and Francis pinched the key and became puzzled as another voice vibrated in his head;

Tracing the song from the depths of the mist, you will reap the blueprint, and you will meet life.

Protecting your beloved daughter or others, you have come to the beginning of the road.

Go, Francis from Moonhouse, go!