"Dylan, listen, there's singing outside!" said Elrith, drawing closer to the window and whispering to Dylan, "that was a surprise. ”

"But what could be more useful than that thousand-year-old treasure? Chiba's subordinates are everywhere, what happened to Glori? As time went on, I started to worry. Thankfully, Glori, like me, is no longer the ignorant apprentice he used to be with Mr. Mayne. Dylan shrugged and approached Elris.

"I think Glori must have heard this song too...... He'll be safe!" Iris whispered.

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"Listen...... It was the whisper of Mother Earth, behold...... It was a blessing from the God of Light. The song has been echoing in the Forest of Dreams. The closer you get to Glori's location, the clearer the sound becomes.

Listen to the songs of the woods. Glori looked at the trees above him, dizzy. These towering trees, which were supposed to provide better cover for Glori, seemed hideous. Aside from the Crestal fruit trees sandwiched in them, Glori couldn't really name them. And this familiar singing voice not only made Glori uneasy, but also strangely sent a trace of warmth.

The wind whistled past Glori, and the trees swayed with it. The soft singing voice remains the same in the whoosh.

When a leaf like a maple leaf falls, it seems to touch a tight string. Then, the fruit of the tomato rains down.

Glori drew his sword and swirled overhead, sending red pulp flying in all directions. "Just by looking at the magic of that spear, you can see how difficult Dolores is to deal with," he thought to himself, "but what is the matter with this song?

Just as Glori was about to catch his breath, he noticed a change in the magic around him.

"He's here!" a figure ran towards Glori from behind a tree.

"Dragonfire!" Glori immediately swung his sword back, then turned.

The Assassin who suddenly appeared looked at Glori and laughed. He then pointed to the red pulp that Glori was treading on.

"Do you know what it is? It's a wonderful thing, and the familiar can be saved by it, and the stranger will despair because of it. The Assassin said as he stroked the blade of the dagger he held in his right hand with his left hand. He hadn't planned to take Glori's life directly, he wanted to know how far Glori could go.

Glori blinked, only to realize that his dizziness had grown. The sweetness of the pulp distorted and blurred the things in front of Glori's eyes. Did he know he was poisoned - he didn't drink Kent's poison, but was caught by these chasing assassins?

As his hands and feet became numb, Glori tried to grasp a glimmer of hope. What about the singing?, he asked himself. Was the song so familiar that it had come for this moment? it was supposed to be a ballad pointing to the light, and how he wished he could be guided by it.

The Assassin watched as Glori staggered, and saw Glori pressing his right abdomen. The black mist loomed over Glori's right flank.

Glori tried to take one step, then a second step, but the sound of his heartbeat reminded him like a countdown.

"What kind of poison is this?" Glori tried to calm himself. Yes, the antidote must be in the Assassin, otherwise the enchanted red berries will poison the Assassin!

"You must want to snatch the antidote from me, but I have to share with you the secret that I took the antidote before I came here, and that the antidote is on the table!" the Assassin said triumphantly, lest Glori could not hear clearly.

Glori's search for answers from what he saw in his head was like flipping through one heavy book after another, reading it quickly and carefully. A corresponding magic might be able to undo the effect, he thought, though he knew it was a fantasy - how could these assassins who had killed each other leave a way to live? They must have thought of everything, or changed the recipe of an ordinary poison, but what was the use of thinking about it? Is there an answer at the end of this song?

"Answer? are you looking for an answer? haha!" the Assassin took a small step forward before catching up with Glori in front of him, and then smirked, "Enjoy the song, it's warm and soft, it relieves your pain." ”

On the way, Glori tried to turn around and swing his sword countless times, but one force drew him forward, and he was pulled by another force that prevented him from turning. He kept walking south, sweating, and gradually the armor became too much for him to bear.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and there are no more red berries falling. Tinnitus followed, but the singing could reach Glori's heart. He couldn't hear the whispers of the Assassin behind him, he just knew that he had to move forward. He knew that the closer he got to the song, the warmer it became, and it seemed that the numb hands and feet could be relieved.

A little further, one step further!!!

Who else but the song could stretch out his hands in the darkness?" Gloria paused, trying to see everything around him, the ghostly woods surrounded by ghosts, and the moonlight fading. Is this torture more difficult than practicing under Mr. Mayne's teachings?

It's ridiculous. Yes, that's ridiculous! Isn't everything he has done for his own beliefs and goals? How can he use such a word? Glori tried to clench the sword that supported his body.

Suddenly, there was a crow chirping. Glori snapped back to his senses, struggling, pouring out his magic and power in the blink of an eye, and in an instant, he was able to turn.

"Bang", the blades collide.

"Aha! I almost thought I could see where you wanted to go, but I was disappointed that you wanted to be sent to the land of flowers right away. The assassin smirked, his eyes narrowing into a line.

"What do you have left?" the Assassin added, laughing sharper with joy.

"What do I have left? You should ask yourself, not me. Do you want to be like the aristocracy who bullied the poor? They made oppression a habit, and their lives as a step below the powerful. Aren't you ashamed to be their puppet and do things for them?" Glorry questioned. But soon, Glori changed his tone. "yes, what am I talking about with guys like you? You just have to do what you want and get the money. He added.

"Look, you're hovering on the edge of life, but I'm alive, though I'm not very good at describing it, it's kind of like saying...... Uh, come on, you're the prey to the torture!" the assassin nudged Glori and pointed to the guide, "It's still early? Can you still get to the source of the song? Let me take a look with you to see if this is a beautiful woman." ”

Can you still accumulate more mana? It only takes one better attempt to bring down the demon behind you. Glori tried to weigh the sword in his hand, but his strength could no longer allow it.

Glori panted and looked up at the night sky. And the crows that stood on the branches fluttered with joy because of Glori's pale countenance.

Now, this dreamy forest has become Glori's nightmare. Every step was so hard that he had to listen carefully again to the song coming from the south.

"When calamity comes, whose faith dissipates, and whose persistence sublimates into a protective light feather?"

The singing was still so clear, which made Glori happy.

"I've just been reunited with my old friends, and you're going to do this to make me say goodbye to everything?" Glori let out a heavy breath, "torture, how fond of it you are, and how the brave ones you have captured are treated like this?"

The assassin shrugged numbly, "But it's better than dying at the hands of the Order." ”

"It's ridiculous, you must be crazy. The Dragon Empire is destroying the world, but you are enjoying it, and you have not forgotten to fight each other. Glori smiled helplessly.

"What else do you want to say? I see that the poison is almost over, so you better take a few more steps? At the end of the song to the south, maybe there is the answer you are looking for. The assassin urged. He wished to see Glori endure all the torture, to see Glori's hopes destroyed at the end of the song.

"It's almost dawn, and it's not sure who's at the end of it!" Glori turned to face south and took a step forward.

"Yes, over there, we have to get there before dawn. The answer you want, I want to see it too. The Assassin said.

What is there? Is that someone I know well?? He went back even further, for he knew that the ballad was originally a tribute to the merits of the first Divine Knight. People love this song, but like all things, it fades into oblivion over time. At a very young age, Glori listened to her sister sing, and then Susan. When the Guardians of the City of Miracles were defeated, the song was heard again through Yvette.

Now, what is the purpose of the people who sang this ballad? It was the first time that I had heard this song sung since I came to the Dream Forest. Glori didn't want to look back, the assassin behind him was a being who was willing to destroy hope. How can you use your will and faith to contend with him? When magic and power are all ornaments, isn't there still hope left with these?

Having spent expensive magic potions to return to my temporary shelter like the wind, without seeing Dylan and the others, I should have been looking for them out of fear, but I was struggling to find a way to be rescued because I was intercepted by the Assassins—Glori tried to lift my spirits. Anyway, to get out of this predicament, he thought.

While Glori was struggling, the Lake of the Holy Fruit was already in front of him. The Assassin sniffed uneasiness and paused.

The singing of "Flame of Hope ......" gradually stopped, and the singer's emotional words came.

"Flame of Hope!"

Silence was approaching, and Glori felt empowered. Glori forcibly broke free of the mana that restrained his body, and immediately spun his sword and turned. Like a hungry wolf, the assassin wanted to put an end to it all, raising his dagger and lunging at Glori.

"Dragonfire!" Glori shouted angrily and strode to the right. The fiery Assassin swept past and fell into the lake.

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"The singing...... Saved my life......"

Glori retracted his sword, and the toxins in his body vaporized in the blue flames.

"But...... Dylan, where the hell have you been?" Glory looked at the town of Crest.