"Listen, boys. The old man used the silver-white wooden cane in his hand to gently draw a circle in the air, and said mysteriously, "Witness the miracle happening......

Then, he suddenly took a sharp breath and made a gesture of luck, and the frightened spectators around him also gasped.

"Hey......" He frowned, his thick white beard was about to shrink into a ball, and he was still trembling slightly, "Hey, hey...... Yikes......"

Just when everyone was puzzled, the transparent white crystal ball under his staff suddenly glowed with purple light and slowly rose into the air. It floated higher and higher, higher and higher, until it surpassed the head of the tallest person among the spectators, and it did not stop.

"Mami, Mami...... Children of the Moonlight...... Show up!Asades Leknivialand!" As soon as the old man drank, his hands were raised high, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen the return of the Three Saints and the miracle appearing, and he was astonished, and said, "Young men, something is wrong!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" everyone hurriedly asked, raising their hearts to their throats.

"Moonlight Child...... He...... He ......"

I saw that the purple crystal ball shone even more dazzlingly, replacing the starlight and lights in the dark night, completely illuminating the whole of the King's Bridge. The light cast everyone's shadows on the surface of the Blue Mist River, steaming out a faint mist. Shrouded in a purple halo, everyone became a witness. What's even more shocking is that the crystal ball faintly appears as a man in a cloak. Just as everyone looked at each other, the man suddenly turned around and grinned at the nearest spectator.

"Hell!" the man sat down on the ground in fright, rolling and crawling out of the crowd. But the cry of one man did not affect everyone's interest, and the rest of the people, although afraid, still approached one by one to watch the miracle appear.

"This power...... It's the Child of the Moon! He's coming!" Janod gripped the scepter tightly, fine beads of sweat forming from his forehead.

"What?Moonlight Child?" Although none of you here had ever heard of this name, you still couldn't help but show an expression of amazement, as if you felt admiration for this so-called "Moonlight Child" from the bottom of your heart.

Janold struggled to hold back his smile and make a horrified expression.

"No!

"Why?" asked one in the crowd.

"When he appears, he will make the night come forever, and the moonlight will endure, and the sun will not be seen again for all generations. At that point, the whole world will be at stake...... All will freeze to death, all plants will wither, all animals will die violently, and even the terrifying ghosts and skeletons will be completely destroyed...... The minotaurs will fall in their dungeons, the last orc will die in the depths of the fortress, the zombies will not be able to move their rotting bodies, and the goblins will not be able to function their cunning brains...... Even the mountains and seas will be smoothed and sucked dry by the long night......"

"Won't the Three Sages save us?" asked a middle-aged woman in a blue coat.

"The world will be destroyed, and no one can stop ......"

"Oh! Three saints bless you......" The woman bowed her head, trembling and praying.

"Is there no way?" said a big man with stubble on his face.

"There is ......" Giarnold gritted his teeth, trying to get himself out of the way.

"What is it?" for a moment, it seemed that hope sprung up on everyone's faces.

"That's ......," Giarnold said, gasping for breath.

"What is it?" the crowd looked at him, anxious like ants on a hot pan.

"That's it!" he shouted, "Throw a few bucks each! I'll use the light power of gold to settle this god of shadows and nights!"

"Okay, I'll vote!" everyone on the lookers shuddered and pulled the gold coins out of their pockets and threw them at Giarnold's feet. Listening to the sound of gold coins, he glanced at them with his eyes, roughly counted the amount of money he had made this time, and then used the power of magic to float all these gold coins into the air.

"With the power of light!" he began to chant again, "Die! son of the moon, Salama Handia Kovystandrick!"

"Boom!"

This time, the crystal ball emitted a more dazzling light than the previous one, and then quickly dimmed and fell. The crowd exclaimed in surprise and retreated in unison. Janod also held the scepter and "collapsed" to the ground.

"Old man, are you alright?" a bold man slowly moved his steps, stepped forward and patted the purple-robed old man on the shoulder, and asked with concern.

"It's okay......" The old man sighed and shook his head, "Child of the Moon, I destroyed ......"

Everyone gathered around the crystal ball and breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw that the figure in the crystal ball had disappeared.

"Thank you......," the old man waved his left hand, and all the gold coins flew into his wide sleeve, "and when I return to Turan, I will sing the praises of your heroic deeds." This fierce battle is not only due to me alone, but also to you...... If you put in a gold coin, you will make a great contribution to saving the world...... Thank you for ......."

People were so moved that they were about to cry, and a few people were secretly wiping their tears.

"As for the gold......," he said, "I'll take it first, and when I get back to the Wizards' Guild in Turan, I'll show it to the people, and tell them that it was these lovely Kingsbridge inhabitants who destroyed the Moonshine's horrific plan and saved the world......"

"It's okay, old man, the main credit this time is you......" Everyone quarreled, and it didn't take long for them to disperse. When these inhabitants return, they will surely boast about the "heroic deeds" they have done today. Either way, Giarnold achieved his goal. He took advantage of everyone's lack of attention, took a breath away for himself, and sneaked away.

An unknown bird slipped away from the trees, along with the thick darkness of the night. As the light rises, Varana Island has a new day. At this moment, the old man was standing at one end of the King's Bridge, and when he saw that there was no one around, he was relieved to show all the gold coins he had just recovered in front of him. He counted them one by one, and although the gold coins were thin and small, each time he counted, there would be one more star in his eyes.

"Hey...... I earned almost five or six hundred gold coins...... It's finally enough to get back to Turan...... Vasilians are stupid people with a lot of money......"

"Hey, old man, I can hear you......" A cold voice came, and the old man was frightened. He quickly withdrew his gold coins and looked alarmingly at the emaciated young man behind him. Although the young man was thin, he looked agile and powerful, but he had some sinister eyebrows, as if he was more difficult to deal with than Janod. When Janod saw it, he immediately frowned.

"Hey, boy, what do you hear?"

"Not only did I hear it, but I saw it......" Aidan raised his eyebrows, "You cheated us Vasilians out of their money, pretending to have some children of the moon, but in fact you made it up, right?"

"Hey, boy, can't you ...... anything"

"Cut, you know who you are. The name of the Son of the Moon is different twice, and you still say that I am making it up......"

"That'...... That and that...... Now that you've seen through it, what do you want?" said Giarnold, who couldn't lie.

"Quite simply, I just want one thing. Adan smiled.

"What do you want? I'm a lonely old man, and I don't have anything of value on me......

"You're a magician, aren't you?"

"What's the matter? ...... real thing," he said, stretching out his staff, his chest puffed up proudly.

"Do you have any magic potions, such as anti-poison and fire...... or something."

"A little ......"

"I'll see!" said Adahn, and ran up, grabbed the old man's body, and touched his pocket.

"Oops...... Don't do anything, I'll give it to you myself, okay...... Besides, I don't carry my things with me in my clothes, I have a specific space magic stone......" He stretched out a stone, waved his hands, and out of thin air a medicine bottle containing a red reagent appeared, handing it to the young man.

Without thinking about it, Adain took it, put it in his clothes, and said with a smile, "Old man, you are so polite. Flame protection potions, aren't they? That's worth a lot of money on the outside......"

"That's ......" Before Janod could finish speaking, Adan stepped up and hugged the old man, and if it hadn't been for Garnold's magic to push him away, Adan might have kissed and touched him on the face.

"Tell you, boy, don't tell me about it, or you're screwed!

"Hear me, old man...... Thank you, I'm leaving......" Adahn said, running away like a rabbit.

Janold looked back, stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud with his stomach in his hands, slapping his leg as he laughed, and almost fell into the river without catching his breath. When he had finished laughing, he leaned against the stone wall and muttered to himself:

"Hey, this stupid boy would never have thought that my bottle of flame protection potion was actually made by putting red ink into the bottle...... Huh?" he touched his coat.

"Huh!?" his eyes widened.

After that, all the residents of Kingsbridge can remember the roar that resounded in the sky, floating on the banks of the Blue Mist River for a long time. Even, according to this incident, someone carved a few big characters on the bridge pier: Roaring Bridge.

"Steal my Philosopher's Stone and Crystal Ball! Boy, I want you to die a bad death!"