November 21, late at night.

Glori couldn't figure out why she was dreaming all the time. He dreamed that night he was hunting a one-horned wolf and met a female knight whose voice was very similar to that of Rose. At that time, she also had a companion, and the girl in the fur coat resembled Ruth's figure. He didn't know why he thought that, but it seemed reasonable to put yesterday's Ruth and Rose into what was happening. They must be dizzy, how could they be them?, he thought.

"It's the last few days of autumn, and you're sleeping so deeply. Huh, you're awake?" Luna said playfully. She had a bowl of water in her hand, but no one knew where it came from, at least it shouldn't be in a place where no one was supposed to be there.

"Where did you get this bowl of water?" asked Glori. He's like the characters in the story, he wakes up and asks questions that are no longer normal. But for him, it was just a way to forget about his shoulder injury.

"Water, of course, by the river. Did you break your head? Luna smiled. Her smile looks much friendlier now. This look is not like looking at a friend, but more like looking at a child. She looked at him with the warmth she had at Starr and Bryson.

Luna's look made him feel a little unnatural. "I mean the bowl in your hand. He had to correct it, and what he said sounded normal. At the very least, it makes more sense for him to ask where the bowl came from, after all, it's what people call a "ghost place."

"There are miraculous families in this neighborhood, you can't think of it. Luna smiled again. She looked really in a good mood. Glori was surprised, but relieved. He wanted to say thank you, but he couldn't. He didn't expect a witch to behave like this, and she didn't have to worry about the Golden Covenant being taken away, because she never had to, she just needed to make sure that Glori had found the power of the dragon god, and that he could reach Bryson. At this time, they are not friends, but they are not enemies even less.

"Do you still think I look like him?" said Glori. He didn't push away the hospitality of the murderous witch in front of him. He abides by his principles, but is not at a loss.

"You're not afraid at all, aren't you afraid that I'm cursing in the water?or, like Silver, a spell that weakens my magic......" Luna's tone was smooth, like a normal conversation between people.

"Of course not. Glori said with a smile. He found that he was sometimes really stupid enough to really believe in a witch and talk to her about things unscrupulously.

"Of course, I still think you're a lot like Bryson, at least that's what you think. Luna said.

"But he's not Bryson, you need to know it!" Darkfire shouted. And Luna heard it clearly.

"Oh, no matter who it is, the original goal is the same, to make this world peaceful and beautiful, so that every race can coexist amicably. Luna looks forward to the unattainable future.

When it starts to rain outside, Luna notices a man standing outside the cave, the owner of the room that lent the bowl. The owner of the house was a middle-aged hunter, and she was followed by a young boy who had not dried up. "Can't you stay here for the night, or come to my lodging?" she said, "at least there's a warm fire there, better than these cold stones." ”

"She's the owner of this bowl?" asked Glori.

"Of course, what do you think?" Luna took the bowl and handed it back to the hostess, "You've got to get up, you've had a whole bowl of Crester decoction just now." ”

"Holy Fruit?" Glori was surprised and moved his arms. He felt a lot of strength and was warm all over him. "This is really an accident, I didn't expect to be able to drink the decoction made of holy fruit in this situation. He continued.

"There are only two of them left, and one of them has been boiled into your stomach, and you are still a stranger," said the owner, "and you are lucky." ”

"I'm sorry for wasting your holy fruits, which I know are worth a lot. Glori put his sword away, then put the Golden Covenant in his arms. Moreover, he knew that this was the last batch of the holy fruit to be harvested this year.

"It's okay, the other one was eaten anyway, and the person who ate it was the beautiful woman next to you. Said the owner.

"What's that? that glittering scroll. The boy asked curiously.

"It's a magic spell, and you won't want to read it, because everyone who has seen it has fallen under a spell to snatch it. When you open it, those people's noses will smell it, and their appearance is so scary that you can't even dream, you can only look here and there with your eyes open, and even a shadow will give you creeps. Glori laughed. He patted lightly where the scroll had been placed. Then he asked, "Do you have a name?"

"I'm sorry my mother won't let me speak, especially to strangers," the boy wiped his nose, "but don't you be afraid of that thing in your bosom? ”

"Of course I am not afraid, because those dark shadows also have something to fear, so whenever they appear, I illuminate them with the light of the fire, so that they have nowhere to hide. Glori said, picking up the boy.

"I'm sorry, but the name is only owned by nobles and ordinary people, and it is not for people like us. Said the owner.

Glori wondered what their home was like. But when he and Luna get to the place, there is only mercy left. It was a house made of rock, but with more dry wood and hay for the bedding, and animal skins for the walls. The house was pitifully small, barely allowing four people to lie down around the fire in the middle. On the fire was a dilapidated iron pot filled with game and wild fruits from the hunt, without any spices, and it was a delicious meal.

"It's a cosy place, much better than the aristocratic houses, because you built it yourself. Glori tried to keep smiling and let the grief be buried in his heart.

The boy rolled up his sleeves to take a sip of broth with a small spoon, but the owner reached out and grabbed his thin wrist. "That's for the guests," she said, "and you have to learn to be polite." ”

Glori saw a scar on the boy's wrist, but it was a bracelet-shaped. At first, Glori was a little incredulous, but when he saw the bare ankles of the homeowners, he was convinced that they were escaped slaves. "You must have had a hard time, but it was better than staying in the manors of the nobles, because there was no freedom at all, and now you have not only freedom, but also dignity. He said.

"You should bring him a bowl, none of us are big stomachs. Luna said with a smile. She tried to touch the boy's head as if she had once stroked Knight's head. They all bow their heads shyly, and then they don't deliberately dodge, because the touch makes people feel warm.

Glori had already come into contact with the Order more than once, and the images in front of him made him more and more convinced that the future was possible. It turns out that all races are warm, and it is not at all what the book says. Those books that record history always describe how crazy and cruel and bloodthirsty Shou Zhi is, as if the human race itself has never done such a thing. Perhaps, it is because people are afraid to write the truth, and they are afraid that it is not one who will be sent to the guillotine, but themselves. For all this, excessive self-glorification may also be a manifestation of desire.

Glori pondered until the images of the fights and the conspiracy reappeared. How to make the world a better place, Glori himself can't get the answer. In fact, he is just a knight who retains the original intention of a swordsman, a commoner who struggles and works hard in reality, but he knows that there is always hope, and if there is hope, then there will be a better future one day.

"Autumn is coming to an end soon," the owner said, "and it's hard to take care of the children on your own." In a week, my man will be back, and he will be back here with more delicious food and ready for a self-sufficient winter. ”

"Keep working hard and it will always pay off. If not, it may just be time. Glori said. He said something that he didn't answer the right question. Luna smiled, seemingly understanding what Glori was thinking.

"Autumn is coming to an end soon, and this may be the last autumn rain. Luna said.

"Yes, I liked this day the most because I knew my father was coming back. I also prepared a gift for him," said the boy, "and look. He pulled out the hand that had reached into his pocket, clutched it, and reached out in front of Glori.

Glori didn't want to blink and miss the moment the boy's palm opened. It should not be a priceless gift, because the poor cannot have it, but it must be an object made by his own hands, which he made as a child, and he made clay figurines and carved them very carefully, and although it did not look handsome, at least it was the most beautiful gift.

The moment the boy released his palm, a rough clay figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The clay figure didn't even have hair, its face was only roughly outlined, and its limbs were even more numerous. "It's beautiful," Glori said with almost surprise, "and it amazes me." Glori didn't expect the gift to be a clay figurine.

"Still, we have to hide, because in addition to the nobles there are also the legions of orderly and conscription, who will not spare any escaped slaves, simply because we are slaves. The owner said sadly.

"So, you've escaped here," Glori shook his head, expressing his sadness at all this, "but trust me, it's all gone, just as you are doing now, and you can survive the winter in peace after storing your food." We have been working hard and looking forward to the future with hope. As the words say, he and Luna fled here, but he didn't care. He cares about the safety of his friends.

"You have to listen to him, because the rain of late autumn means the harvest of the harvest, and it means that it is better to survive a cold winter and welcome spring. Luna hugged the boy and handed it to the owner.

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