"But Wade's book says that Dragon Balls can control all dragons!" Hubble said.

"He looked through some kind of glasses. He called it the Truth Glasses, the glasses that don't lie. ”

"That's right. Ahsharivana said sadly. "It's true. It's too real. Your friends will regret it when they find out. “

Surrounded by an atmosphere of terror, the crowd sat silently, with only the sound of Giresenas sobbing in their ears.

The torches made the shadows of the crowd dance on the wall.

Lolana remembered the story of Shuma and the silver dragon. She thought of the last and most terrifying war—a sky full of wyverns with fangs and claws, and an entire land engulfed in flames and blood.

"Then why did you bring us here?" asked Lolana quietly. "Why don't you just let us take the Dragon Balls away?"

"Can I tell them, do I have the courage?" said Sharivana, speaking to an unseen ghost, her tone visibly unpleasant.

She sat quietly for a long time, without any expression on her face, her hands on her knees.

She closed her eyes, her head bowed, her lips squirming. Cover your face with your hands and sit still.

Eventually, she made her decision.

She stood up and walked over to the package that Lolana had placed on the ground. Then he crouched down, and slowly, carefully, took out the fragments of the spear that everyone had traveled thousands of miles to carry.

Ashalivana stood, her face filled with pride and confidence as she did it again.

For the first time in a long time, Lolana began to believe that the girl was a noble, powerful dragon.

Asharivana walked up to Tyros Ionfield, her pride exuding, her silver hair glistening in the light of the torches.

"Silverarm Telos—" she said, "I give you the power to forge a dragon-slaying spear." ”

Shadows slowly crept up the dusty tables of the Pig and Whistle inn.

The sea breeze blowing through the poorly designed front window at Balifo Beach makes a screeching sound, which is where the second half of the inn gets its name.

If anyone wants to know the name allusion of the first half, as soon as they see the owner's face, all their questions will be answered.

Sweetwater William is a cheerful, warm-hearted man who is cursed at birth (as the people of the town have to say).

When a pig running around overturned the baby's cradle, the baby's appearance left an indelible mark on his face because the baby was so frightened.

This unfortunate resemblance did not make William give up on himself. On the contrary, after being a sailor all his life, his only wish after retirement was to open a small inn.

In this part of Port Baalfo, no one is more popular and loved than Sweetwater William. No one laughed more than William when he heard a joke about pigs.

To please his guests, he can even imitate a pig's cry (but since the tragic death of lame El, no one has dared to call William's nickname "Piglet"). ）

For a while, William rarely imitated the pig to entertain customers, and the atmosphere in the Pig and Whistle Inn was very gloomy.

A few frequent customers only dared to gather together and talk in a low voice. Because the port of Baalfo has fallen, the dragoons have sailed into the harbor with a fleet of ships and a terrifying army of dragons.

The majority of the inhabitants of Port Baal Fo are humans, so they are very unlucky.

They didn't know what was going on elsewhere, otherwise, this situation was enough for them to thank their ancestors for their virtues.

No evil dragon burned their town, and the dragons graciously spared the inhabitants of the town.

The dragoons didn't have much interest in the eastern half of the Starfall Continent.

The population is not large: there are only a few villages inhabited by poor and happy people, and Candlemore is also here.

All it takes is a team of wyverns to clear the outskirts of the area. But the dragoons were fully engaged in dealing with the problems of the north and the west.

As long as the port remained open, there was no reason for the dragoons to destroy Baal Buddha and Goodland.

For Sweetwater William, although the number of regular customers has greatly decreased, his business has increased significantly.

Dragoons' dragonmen and goblin troops are not poorly paid, and they are particularly fond of drinking spirits.

It's just that William didn't open this inn to make money, he likes old friends and new friends here, and he doesn't like the dragoon's troops.

As soon as they came in, the regular customers started leaving.

As a result, he sold wine to the dragons for three times as much as the other inns in the city, and he was still seeping water from the wine.

As expected, his bar was almost empty, with only a few regular customers.

This situation also made William happy.

He was talking to a few of these friends (most of them sailors, brown, weather-beaten with few teeth) and the strangers walked into his inn.

William looked at them hesitantly for a moment, as did his friends.

After making sure that they were the soldiers of the long journey, and not the dragoons, he welcomed them warmly and led them to a table in the corner to sit down.

The strangers each ordered a glass of ale, but only the man in the red robe ordered nothing but a glass of hot water.

Then, after a whispered discussion and careful counting of the coins on their bodies, they ordered bread and cheese.

"They're not from this area. William said to his friends as he poured out of the bucket under the bar (certainly not the one for the dragonman).

"If I'm right, they're as poor as sailors a week ashore. ”

"Refugees!" his friend looked at them suspiciously.

"But it's weird to be a part of it. The other sailor said, "That red-bearded fellow is a half-elf, and I have seen it for the first time."

The big guy was carrying enough weapons to fight the dragoon's army. ”

"I guess he must have slashed the dragonman with that sword. William snorted. "I bet they must be hiding something.

Look at the red-bearded guy and pay attention to the doorway. I can't help them resist the Dragoons, but at least I can see what else they need. He walked over and took care of them.

"Put your money away. William muttered, not only putting down the bread and cheese, but also adding a large plate of meat.

He pushed the coin away, "You must be in trouble, it's as obvious as my pig's nose." ”

One of the women smiled at him.

She was the most beautiful woman William had ever seen in his life. Her blonde hair shimmered brightly under her fur hat, and her big blue eyes looked like a calm, windless blue sea.

When she smiled, William felt as relieved as a mellow brandy flowing into his bloodstream. A cold-faced man next to her pushed the coin back to him.

"We do not accept sympathy. The tall man in the fur coat said.

"Do we really not accept it?" said the stout man, looking hungrily at the smoked meat.

"River breeze. The woman put one hand on the man's arm to comfort him.

Just as the half-elf seemed to be about to speak, the red-robed man, who had only ordered hot water, picked up a copper plate from the table. The man let the copper coin stand on his thin knuckles, effortlessly letting the copper plate dance on the back of his hand.

William's eyes widened, and two of his friends at the bar walked in to take a closer look. The copper plate jumped and danced on the hand of the red-robed man, appearing and disappearing, disappearing and reappearing.

With a final gesture, he made the copper plate spin around William's head. The sailors all watched with their mouths wide open.

"Accept one, and it will be a thank you gift for our trouble. The mage said hoarsely.

William hesitated to try to grab the copper plate that flew in front of him, but his hand went through it!

Suddenly, all six copper plates were gone. Only one copper plate appeared on the mage's palm.

"This copper plate is our food money. The mage smiled. "Be careful, it will burn a hole in your pocket. William carefully accepted the coin.

He skeptically clipped his fingers between them and looked at it carefully. Suddenly the coin turned into a ball of flame!, William screamed in fright, and threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

Two of his friends laughed out loud.

William picked up the coin and found it still cold and unharmed.

"It's worth the plate of bacon I gave you!" said the innkeeper with a smile.

"And one night's lodging," his sailor friend pulled out a handful of coins and put them on the counter.

"I believe it. Rodrith looked at his companions around him and whispered, "This has solved our problem." ”

The birth of Master Honghuo and his illusions, a traveling performing troupe that continues to be talked about by everyone as far north as Ruyin and south as the port of Baal Buddha.

The next night, the red-robed mage began performing his tricks to a group of William's friends. The news spread quickly.

After a week of performing at the Pig and Whistle Inn, even Riverbreeze had to admit (and he was most opposed to the idea at first) that Rodrith's performance had solved not only their financial dilemma, but also other, more pressing problems.

The shortage of cash is the most urgent problem. The guys can barely survive in the wild even in winter, because Robert and River Breeze are both experienced hunters.

But they still need money to buy a ticket to St. Quest. Once they have the money, they must be able to move freely within the enemy's territory.

As a child, Rodlis often used his dexterous fingers to play tricks and earn a meal for himself and his brother.

Although his teacher frowned and threatened to kick him out of school, Rodlis was quite successful.

It turned out that Rodrith had traveled all the way to the port, and Ahsharivana and they were nearby.

The Scarlet Moon is still so beautiful, with a smile that captivates everyone, and that iconic silver hair like a waterfall.