Hundreds of figures, frolicking, fighting, and gathering under the wooden boat in the middle.

Banks stood in the middle of the crowd, shoving his skinny companion and complaining disapprehantly, "No wonder Lecturer Weller has a bad reputation! He had to make it look like he was teaching. ”

The thrusting companion almost fell. The skinny boy, who was only about fourteen years old, shouted, "Banksy, you're bullying me again!"

The red-haired Banksy glared viciously, "Either go and complain to your aunt, or fight with me." Do you dare, coward!"

The skinny boy looked at the sturdy figures beside Banksy, turned his head and left, "You guys wait! My cousin will transfer to the Palme d'Or next year!"

"Snort," Banksy pouted disdainfully, "he's coming, I'll beat him up!"

The figure next to Banksy laughed and was about to puncture his cowhide. The old voice of the Weller scholar suddenly sounded: "Okay. Everybody come with me! We're only going to stay for half a day. Let's follow the teacher and take a good look at the ruins of the ancient Gamma Kingdom. I can remind you why the Gamma Kingdom is falling, that is a mandatory question for the next semester!"

The boisterous figure flowed slowly. Banksy walked slowly, falling further and further behind. He complained to his peers in boredom: "The teachers in the history department are sick! Gamma is only a small country, and it is not even qualified to be conquered by the Empire." What is there to study?"

The companion laughed: "Because they are not nobles! If they don't look for something to study, how can they cheat us out of our money?"

A girl said coquettishly: "Then it's better to give them the money directly." I can't pass my history exam every time!"

Another girl sneered: "Then you transfer to another school! ”

Weller scholars could not hear the arrogant words of a few students. He was at the front of the line, telling the distant history of the Gamma Kingdom. Weller saw that the line was getting thinner and thinner, and the figures behind him were getting fewer and fewer. He sighed to himself.

Weller suddenly said loudly, enveloping a radius of nearly a thousand meters: "Students, the ruins here belong to the public property of the empire. Please don't destroy it!"

Weller's reminder was taken on deaf ears by most people. Banksy led a few of his companions out of the group. They burrowed into the temples, intending to play a game of treasure hunting.

Time passed, and Weller led the students behind him, almost finishing the entire ruin. A chubby boy came running from a distance. The little fat man's movements were very fast and agile, and he shouted as he ran, "Teacher Weller, come quickly." Banks: They find a treasure trove in the royal palace. There are so many treasures of gold and silver!"

Weller's first reaction was disbelief. He subconsciously retorted: "Impossible! The scholars of the empire have already searched this place carefully countless times. There is no way to leave any treasure trove behind. ”

The little fat man kept shouting. Weller thought of Banksy as a troublemaker. He was worried that Banksy would do another thing. Weller leads the students behind him, follows the little fat man, and looks for Banks.

Everyone entered a relatively small hall in a mighty way. In the corner of the hall, more than a dozen figures were crowded. A few of Banks' close friends stood at the entrance of a pitch-black hole, blocking the students outside.

Weller shouted and instructed a few students as he walked to the entrance of the cave. The students guarding the entrance to the cave did not stop Weller, but they stopped the others.

"Mr. Weller," Banks said, standing alone in the vault, "you see, I stumbled upon a vault of secrets. I found everything, so it should all belong to me, right?"

The treasure house is small in size, and the light is fairly bright. There are a lot of gold and silver coins, gems, weapons, and works of art piled up inside. Many treasures, naturally emitting a dim brilliance.

Weller's breathing became heavy. He said absentmindedly: "It's a pity, Banks, the ruins belong to the Empire, and all the treasures you find here should belong to our Great Emperor Majesty according to the law." ”

Banksy was a little disappointed and dismissed the idea of the treasure. First, he did not dare to argue with His Majesty today, and second, Banksy was born into a wealthy nobleman, and he did not have too much desire for the treasures in front of him.

"Then I'll take a look at the head office!" Banksy walked to the stone platform in the deepest part of the vault. The stone platform resembles an altar with a delicate wooden box on it.

"Don't move!" Weller strode after him, trying to stop Banksy from messing around.

However, it was too late. Banks strode over to the stone platform. He reached out and gently lifted the unlocked wooden box.

In the wooden box, there is only a transparent crystal ball. The ball is slightly larger than a fist and doesn't look peculiar.

"It turned out to be a glass bead. Banksy pouted in disappointment.

As soon as the words fell, the crystal ball in the wooden box suddenly shone brightly. The light grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly rose into the sky, piercing through the roof, and reaching into the air. The pillar of light became thicker and thicker, and a voice like a war drum sounded faintly: "Gangchen!"

"Gangchen!" The voice was vague and clear, like a heavy drum, beating everyone's hearts again and again.

"Gangchen!" The loud voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky, enveloping a radius of hundreds of miles.

The students outside the treasure house heard both a strange sound that made their hearts palpitate, and a bright silver-white light. The students rushed into the treasure trove.

Everyone rushed and shouted, "What's wrong?" and "Is there any treasure in the world?"

Shaken by Weller, he turned around and shouted, "Don't crowd! Don't touch anything!"

The crowd didn't listen, but rushed to Weller. The area of the treasure house is inevitably small. More and more students are taking to the air. Fortunately, everyone was still sensible, and they just surrounded the pillar of light and did not reach out to touch it.

Standing on the ground, or suspended in mid-air, hundreds of people carefully observed the glass beads in the center of the pillar of light.

"Gangchen!" a voice that seemed to roar sounded. The glass beads in the pillar of light shook slightly, slowly rising into the air.

The sharp-eyed student exclaimed, "Crack! That orb is cracked!"

Silently, there are more and more subtle cracks on the surface of the glass beads.

"Don't move!" shouted to Weller. The glass beads suspended in mid-air suddenly shattered. Fragments, large and small, carried light, shot in all directions, and disappeared.

Pillars of light and strange noises vanished. Everyone felt that the treasure house suddenly dimmed.

"Where's the orbs? What about the shards? who saw where the shards flew?" Banksy was thrilled, perhaps because he had been the first to discover the Treasury and the orb. He twisted his body, searching, and asking.

"The speed of the debris is too fast to see clearly!" replied from someone nearby.

"Those debris should be able to travel through space, like the pillar of light just now, and penetrate the roof. A teenager huddled at the outskirts of the crowd replied. He was the last to find it when he saw the pillar of light.

Weller's mind was in turmoil, knowing that the orb just now was definitely not a simple thing. He shouted, "Get out, everybody, don't touch anything." I will contact the royal court, and the royal court will investigate the matter here. ”

A few teachers and more guards arrived late. Under Weller's command, they led the students back to the wooden boat and awaited the arrival of the royal court.

All the students looked excited. Everyone gathered on the deck or in the cabin to discuss what had just happened. Banksy discussed with the others for a long time before returning to his bedroom under the pretext of exhaustion.

As soon as the wooden door was closed, Banks clasped his hands together excitedly. Banksy closed his eyes, as if feeling something. A moment later, a cloud of white light flew out of Banksys' chest and landed between his clasped hands.

Banks looked down at the round glass ball in his hand, a little curious: "It should just be a piece of shard flying into my body." Why does it look like a complete glass bead?"

Banksy closed his eyes and felt the orb, and nodded firmly: "It's really just a fragment." Although I can't feel the exact location, I can feel the presence of other fragments. ”

"This thing must be precious," Banks excited, "I'm in luck! I just don't know, what's the use?"

Banksy closed his eyes again, studying the orb in his hand. It wasn't long before a monstrous monster appeared in front of Banksy. The monster is scaly, hunchbacked, muscular, and full of fangs.

Banksy looked at the quiet monster in front of him, and became more and more excited: "This is what I made? I can actually create an iron-toothed beast that only lives in a poisonous swamp!

Banksy raised his hand in command. The Iron Tooth made all sorts of complicated movements according to Banks's thoughts.

"That's great!" Banksy trembled with emotion, "Maybe I should look for the other pieces." With them, I'm sure I'll be able to create more and more powerful beasts!"