When are you free? Don't you look like a prisoner here?

The art taught by nature is far less than the spiritual pursuit inspired by the goddess of love and beauty.

When can I escape from this place where I have nothing to ask for and from the rule of this rude giant?

Destroy the savage land of fantasy?

When can I talk to the elf monster again?

Let's start with Thucydides, Cicero and Petrarch.

Tell me about Homer, Ye Zhi and Burns.

I hope so, I hope so, and I hope that the "Son of Jesus" will guide me.

Just like our prophet Ji Bolun.

Please tell us the secret of death by the Lebanese river.

When, when, we can gather in the wooden house of the forest god.

I ate the shepherd's bread and drank the spring water burst by Pegasus.

Let's talk about the inspiration, dreams and mountains flashing in the human lighthouse.

Countless hardworking and brave smart eggs are raising human beings like their own children.

Alas! Earthly shackles can lock the body of giant Kagandoya.

But I can't lock his fiery and free heart.

Fate whispers to people: shh, shut your nonsense mouth.

Waiting for the darkness of the bleak night to suffocate.

Don't expect the bright sunshine in the morning

Put aside the extraordinary life.

Forget eternity and discard wisdom.

Don't talk about the JiXun River.

Or tell the story of the four-pillar flame of bison.

Turn delusion into nothing

Dreams leave dust behind.

Come on, you're a slave to an unfair fate.

Just be a swineherd.

Aragon!

Angus. God of youth, beauty and love!

You turned Irish copywriting into an old crane.

So that he can escape the persecution of the king of an ignorant country.

Look! Stupid animals hold torches.

Many old books were burned in one hand.

We will also slaughter wizards, water monsters and elves.

They hammered away all night.

Fight all night

Wait until the bell rings at noon.

In a room full of dust and blood

Looking for wizards who have long since vanished into thin air.

This is my response to fate.