Without a carriage, Glori had to walk. In fact, it is possible to get a carriage from under the rift to the rift, and the lifting platform can do it. However, he did not do it purely so as not to disturb others.

A backpack, a pair of armor, and a tattered brown cloak, Glori was still quite satisfied. Because, too, his loyal cold companion.

From the Flute Meadow to Noah's Jungle, Glori has encountered robbers and the poet who appeared in Noah's Jungle. However, Glori still does not know the name of the poet.

In order to facilitate his conversation with Glori, the poet simply asked Glori to call himself a "good Samaritan".

Of course, Glori behaved willingly. Anyway, it was only after arriving in Noah's jungle that they parted ways. So, why not help others, and since this "good Samaritan" in front of you wants to pass through Noah's jungle, then follow him all the way. At the very least, there's a kind of guy to talk to on the road. Thinking about it, Glori accosted.

"Well, well. Mr. Good Samaritan, where are you going?"

"After passing through Noah's Jungle, of course, we are going to the City of Miracles. Because, if you find yourself, you will find real miracles!"

"Find yourself?"

Glori really didn't understand the poet's words.

Glori was a little confused because he always knew who he was. It's as if one has to go from the initial trip to find some traces. So, Glori had a headache thinking about it.

Review the things that you think are the turning point of your growth. Glori found that his views on some things were constantly changing. The only thing that hasn't changed is probably that stubbornness. From learning magic to becoming a swordsman, Glori's stubbornness is all revealed.

Even, Glori remembers what some people said.

When he stepped into the Miracle Academy, some of the teachers said, "That kid named Glori is an honest kid. The only thing that is annoying is why he likes to work against the Norton sons so much?"

After being taught by Mr. Mayne to swing his sword a thousand times a day, Mr. Mayne said, "Oh, no one should underestimate a man who is loyal to the sword. I think that one day, his efforts will have the effect of dripping water through stones. ”

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"If everybody can find themselves, then there won't be so much trouble. ”

Glori said casually. Looking at the woods and mountain passes that were getting closer and closer, in addition to the hope in his heart, he was looking forward to the future.

Grori was overjoyed to imagine that the first Divine Knight had magically stored clues about miracles on the Golden Covenant, and that he would actually meet the first Divine Knight and learn from it.

Perhaps, it was a palace, and the knight Owen was among them. Perhaps, there is also a rock throne in the palace dedicated to the sleeping of the knight Owen, and when Glori approaches, the throne glows like gold, and the knight Owen stands majestically, without words, just a gesture to tell Glori where to find the sleeping god of light.

Dreams, after all, are dreams.

After stepping into Noah's jungle, Glori still didn't get any more clues, only a vague message from the Wind of Bravery. According to the images in the magic stone, Glori is looking for the forest that has been reduced to ashes in the magic bombardment and restored to its original appearance in the rainbow light.

But how can we separate the forests?

After the end of the Age of the Gods, the woods passed another two thousand years of the Ebel Era. Even the court scholars of the Alexian Kingdom have to have a headache because of the exploration of the terrain and the age of vegetation. So, Glori also had a headache on top of a headache.

For an instant, it was as if a nerve was disturbing the thoughts. As a last resort, Glori pressed the left side of his head. It was an unbearable headache, like a choking experience. Finding a pine tree near his right, Glori leaned in.

"I think we'll have to rest for a while. Glori said uncomfortably.

"It's time to rest. After all, in dreams, it is easier for people to find themselves. The poet whispered.

The poet's words are as soft as the wind. When it blew past Glori's ears, Glori couldn't help but close his eyes. No matter which crow chirped, Glori didn't want to pay attention.

Let Luna and Dragon stay in the treetops, and let Luna and Dragonne follow...... Perhaps, the next junction, the next mountain stream, will be able to shake Luna and Dragon off.

"So, don't bother me now. ”

While chattering, thinking at the same time. As his breathing became heavier, Glori fell asleep.

Now, it's mid-April. From the Flute Meadow to Noah's Jungle, walking has pushed Glori's physical strength to the limit.

The humus all over the ground, after experiencing a baptism of light rain, became one soft blanket after another. In the occasional ticking sound, the blanket from Mother Earth comforted Glori. At this moment, whether it is a lullaby from nature or a cover from nature, it makes Glori fall deeper and deeper.

The dream ensued, but Glori didn't bother to pay attention to it. Trying to turn over, leaving the fallen leaves, dead grass, and mud half of his body wet, Glori is still in the dream.

When a white light shone in his eyes, Glori sat up. He knew that it was in a dream, so he didn't dwell on the question of where the poet had gone. It's also happy, because there is no one-horned crow that follows all the way in the dream. Daxia Chinese Network

Searching for the dried blades of grass everywhere, Glori found the source of the white light—a man standing not far to the west, shining on Glori with the starlight magic in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

"So, who are you?" asked Glori, too.

To see well enough, Glori stood up. The muddy outfit had been cleaned up with Glori's uprightness, and the tattered cloak had been filled in the hole.

"Look, it's much cleaner now. How did you do that, I mean you made yourself covered in mud. ”

Glori looked at his outfit and was puzzled. He was not confused by the fact that everything had become neat, but because of the words of the other party. The voice that reached his ears was familiar to Glori—it was the gentle voice of a girl. I wanted to see it more clearly, but the girl's silhouette gradually blurred, and finally the girl's figure was still the same as what Glori had seen before she stood up.

I can't see my face clearly, but I can still see the corners of my skirt. But, for some reason, the corners of the skirt seemed to be a unique existence, magnified and clearly revealed in Glori's eyes.

"That's white...... However, her voice is not ......" Glori smiled helplessly.

"So, girl, who are you?" added Glori.

"I am ......"

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Glori saw that she hastily threw away the starlight she was holding in her right hand.

Then Glori heard a commotion.

"That's a civilian! What about you? You're a man of high standing. You, how can you let a civilian look up in front of you?"

In the white curtain of light in a trance, Glori still followed the shouts and found the figure of the person who spoke. It was a woman in red lacquer armor with a blood-dripping silver sword insignia on her chest. Listening to the sound, Glori felt more and more familiar.

In addition to the shouts of accusation, there was also the sound of stomping on the floor. It was as if there was a push that brought Glori's idea infinitely closer to the town of Hunting Swamp, where Ruth had met.

At that time, Glori was at Ruth's house when he heard footsteps upstairs. There was always a feeling that the shouts Glouri thought were heard in his dreams from the person who made the noise upstairs in Ruth's house.

But so what?

Ruth is the princess of Alex's kingdom, isn't it normal for someone to protect him? I'm afraid, what appears in the dream is to make himself remember that he is a commoner...... Glori smiled again, only with a little more indifference.

So, who else could be the one who was protecting His Highness Ruth's safety? Of course, there was only the Silver Sword Warband. Therefore, since the shout was a female voice, it could only be Miss Rose, and the person holding the starlight was undoubtedly His Highness Ruth.

The question that Glori cared about was where that Miss Rose got the courage to dictate to His Highness Ruth. Immediately afterwards, Glori saw something happen in the light curtain - Miss Ross had taken the contents of His Royal Highness Ruth's skirt and threw them into the fireplace.

Out of fear, Glori had to put aside the things that had been done in his dreams to find himself. He got up and walked over to the white light, reaching out and grabbing Miss Rose's arm.

"Miss Rose, you can't do that," Glori warned.

"Who are you?" replied Miss Rose.

Miss Ross didn't even know herself, Glori couldn't believe it. After a pause, Glori remembered that he was in a dream. In the dream, it would not be surprising if Miss Rose in front of her did not know herself. So, Glori looked at Rose again and introduced himself.

"Heh, a civilian. How did you manage to get Her Highness the Princess to bend over for you?" asked Miss Rose again.

"The problem is not this. Miss Rose, how can you do this to Ruth, is it because of Silver?" Glory looked at Rose, trying to keep Rose away from Ruth.

Now that he knew what he was going to do, he had to do it, and Glori did. Taking a step forward, Glori found himself forever away from Ross and Ruth.

So, what is missing on that path? Glori is anxious to find out.

What, exactly, stands in the way of that path to a better future?

"In dreams, it is easier for one to find himself...... Is that so?"

Glori vaguely remembered what the poet had said. In his mind, he repeated it over and over again, until everything in front of him was far away, and Glori understood the mystery a little.

From the past to the present, Glori has been working hard, in addition to being down-to-earth, he is full of stubbornness. However, he gradually neglected to recognize the cruelty of reality - not all efforts will lead to successful results.

"Oh, poet, is this what you want me to see? Do you want me to retreat from the difficulty? Then, you must be looking at the wrong person! Moreover, I remember my original intention, which was to protect others!"

"Yes, I want to protect people...... And not to be a big hero. Glori was in a dream, admonishing herself.