Francis decided not to stay in the cave, and Solomon nodded in agreement, the fog showed no sign of dissipating, and they could not hide in the cave for the rest of their lives.

Solomon casually tossed a few bottles to Francis, "Brother, you can't just take a sword. ”

The bottle contained a liquid substance like milk, and Solomon said, gesturing with a sword; "Sprinkle these on the blade, these potions are the most fucking effective against aberrant monsters. The recipe should give you a favor, three parts of Ecstasy incense, two parts of glittering gold potions, and a little bit of the remains of the old gods. ”

There are countless recipes for potions and sword oils, depending on how much the user knows and what they like to use, and what Solomon is talking about is his most proud second-order formula, the 'Alchemy Bomb'.

The most obvious effect is that when you put a hole in the distortion, it will be metalized in large parts of its body, and it will eventually explode with a bang.

After hearing this, Francis uncorked the bottle neatly, poured the potion on the sword, and glanced at the sword, and the faint Venus scattered into the air from above.

"Good sword." Francis said with satisfaction.

Solomon took a deep breath and looked outside and asked; "Are you ready?"

Francis picked up May and nodded, and the three of them extinguished the campfire and broke into the fog.

The singing in the fog never stopped, but chanted over and over again, and Francis felt the hot sensation from the key to the collarbone, and said to May; "The key let me follow the song, May."

But the man on his back did not answer, and when he looked to the side and saw that Solomon was nowhere to be found, Francis shrugged his shoulders and suddenly realized that his back was so relaxed.

Plums?

Five minutes ago, they were chatting, and now it's like they're gone in an instant.

"Francis!"

A whispered nameless cry filled with echoes pierced the silent sky, and the surrounding fog began to flow and become thicker. Francis stretched out his hand to silently put his back in silence, and sure enough, it was empty.

Illusion?

Francis resisted his doubts and offered the sword that Solomon had given him. While being wary of his surroundings, Francis notices an interesting phenomenon, where the speed of the fog flow is related to the priority of the song.

A voice came from the key again, guiding him to the source of the song.

Why the source of the song is so important, what is the purpose of this forest, Francis's inner puzzle does not get a response from the key.

Helplessness and a faint fear of the unknown made Francis finally follow the guidance of the voice, and he carried his sword with a sense of vigilance, pacing in the direction of the song.

After five falls, two falls into the sudden appearance of a trap, and the removal of two demon birds blocking the way next to a large pile of bones, Francis finally approached the source of the song with part of the remains of the demon bird in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

As far as the eye can see, a dilapidated and mossy garden appears, and the uncared for flowers spread like weeds to all corners of the place, and there is a mad beauty.

The fog didn't let go of everything outside, but it left it clean - there was no fog in the garden at all.

A woman in a long dress was sitting on a high ruin, singing, unaware of the arrival of Francis, covered in distorted green blood.

Francis looked up at the singing woman, surprised by the answer of an ordinary human woman.

An ordinary man in the heart of the Forest of Fear? It's definitely not that simple, I shouldn't let my guard down, that's what Francis thinks at the moment.

After the song was finished, Francis opened his mouth, "Very beautiful singing, ma'am, I didn't expect anyone to dare to come here to practice their voice." ”

The lady looked at Francis, who was covered in green blood and looked like a bully and bandit, and said with a scream, hiding behind the ruins and trembling; "I'm Queen Elizabeth, who are you and what are you going to do?"

"No malice, I got lost with two friends, have you seen them?"

After saying that, Francis looked at the woman with some wonder, and now everything is even stranger, a princess who disappeared here hundreds of years ago appears here and now like eternal youth and sings indulgently.

Francis was certain of one thing, and that was that no human being could live for hundreds of years, let alone show no signs of aging.

But instead of expressing it immediately, he put away his doubts, pretending not to know how to get closer to the truth beneath the surface.

The princess shook her head, but asked with a very expectant expression; "Are you Francis!?"

"It's me, you know me?"

"No, I know your friend, Pfister told me. He met me some time ago and mentioned you. ”

For a moment, these utterly illogical words almost ate Francis's sanity.

But Pfister's life is very regular, most of the time he goes to church, and he will never come here to deliver something to them on the appointed day.

When I asked them about the day they met, it happened to be after Pfister's death.

"Who the hell are you?"

Francis's face became serious, and he silently clenched his sword in his hand.

"I told you just now, I'm Queen Elizabeth, and you should have knelt down when you saw me just now."

Francis looked left and right, but still couldn't see the abnormality of this incredible woman.

"I've been here before, and then I've been stuck here, and I haven't been out for days, and I've occasionally met people who are also lost."

There's one thing Francis doesn't say, and that's hell it's been days, and you'd be dead for hundreds of years.

"You've got to get me out of here, Pfister said you can help me."

The princess blurted out such a sentence that was almost unreasonable, but the key actually echoed in Francis's mind again at this moment - "Help her to find the truth." ”

Francis sank down and said; "But I'm also a lost person, and I don't know the way out."

"I know, but I don't dare go out without help, I feel like it's dangerous outside."

"How do you know there's danger?"

"I don't know, that's how it feels."

With that, the princess happily walked out of the ruins where she had just hidden, walked to the center of a flower-growing thicket, fumbled for a while, uncovered the wooden door buried under the earth, and revealed a passage to the underground.

The princess explained that she had discovered it by accident, and that she could feel the way out of the woods, but she could only run back after a tentative walk at a time, because there was something terrible in the depths.

Francis walked to the front of the passage, stared at the darkness inside, prayed for the safety of May and Solomon, and then turned his head and said;

"Have you really seen Pfister, and where is he now?"