Potionist is a profession that combines traditional country herbalists and alchemy. Although it is still in its infancy, it is quite effective in some aspects. It is precisely because of the rare potionists and the magical effect that this profession is more popular than the priests of the God of Light. However, everything was not unexpected. When the sunlight fell into the West and darkness came, Eve came back crying. There was a festive atmosphere in the city.

"Eve, Sister Eve..." After a while of rest, Sammy seemed to have recovered a little, calling Eve's name on the bed, "Don't, don't be busy with me, you're already very tired..."

Originally, Tang Yi wanted to ask the address of the potionist and then took the silver medal to look for it. However, when he heard Sammy's intermittent voice, anger suddenly rose in his heart and stood up from his seat: "Stop talking about anything, old man, can you find a car? Find a car to carry Sammy on, Xiaoxue, let's go!"

Seeing his gloomy face, everyone felt an unquestionable force. Sean found a carriage to pull goods from his neighbor, put Sammy in the car, and everyone also sat in it and drove towards the address of the nearby potionist. During this period, Tang Yi bought a few masks on the side of the road, which was said to be the most popular mask in the city recently, because recently a thief always appeared in the night of Danma wearing this mask, stealing the noble family's things, and then secretly sent it to the civilians, and everyone called him "Mask Monster Thieves".

At this time, Tang Yi took out such a thing and made her very clear attitude. Under his command, several people put on the masks together. Tang Yi had an ugly fork with ink marks on her mask. According to the mask seller, there was no extra. The two traces were accidentally made out by her son when she was playing with them, and they were sold at half price. Tang Yi checked her current dress and took off the water-blue pendant on her left ear. The carriage drove towards the potionist's residence in a festive atmosphere. Fire and boiling voices came from afar. The party had already begun.

Along the way, Tang Yi hugged Xiaoxue and said a lot of words quietly. When he arrived at the potionist's residence, most of the people around him had already gone to the square to watch the party. A woman who was still busy at home went out to pour water. She didn't care about the carriage when she got out. When Tang Yi got out, she knocked on the door. When a 15 or 16-year-old boy came to open the door, the knife in Xiaoxue's hand hit his neck like lightning.

"Where are the doctors?"

He kicked the door in unceremoniously, and the young man stammered, "You, who are you... Do you know that this is the mansion of Lord Andrew's Potionist, you..."

"Where is the doctor? I won't say it for the third time, thank you." After looking at the decoration of the house and making sure that it was not like someone inside, Tang Yi turned her head and interrupted the boy's words. The faint words suddenly frozen the boy's voice.

"I, I... sir, I went out today, went, went..."

"Far away?"

"No, not far...it's right in the warehouse near the square, where the warehouse..."

He also thought in his heart that he would try to maintain some momentum, but listening to the plain tone, he clearly felt some almost transparent sharpness like a blade, which made him involuntarily say those words.

"Okay, please take us there, okay? Thank you."

Although it was a pleading tone, the blade on the neck obviously had no intention of pleading. The carriage turned several brightly lit neighborhoods, and you could feel the crowded atmosphere in the square from afar. There were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, three two people talked and passed by the carriage, but ignored the few people in the carriage. After another turn, they drove into a relatively dark street, surrounded by warehouses hoarding goods and supplies, with the door locked and the surroundings were sloppy. The boy was driven out of the carriage and knocked on the door of one of the warehouses with a crying expression.

"Teacher, teacher... open the door, I'm Colin, open the door quickly..."

The first time he knocked on the door, the boy shouted in a crying voice. However, before he could finish calling, the door was already slammed by Xiaoxue, and everyone rushed in one after another, and saw the bald old man hiding under the window opposite, looking panicked.

The old man looked very obscene, as if he was hiding under the window and peeping out and was interrupted. Seeing such a scene, before he could react, Xiaoxue had already rushed over and put the knife on his neck.

"I don't want to say more. I'll treat this child. I'll bother you."

Walking over and patting the terrifying potionist on the shoulder, Tang Yi lifted a corner of the thick curtain and looked out, and saw that a group of women were bathing in the window of a house, which seemed to be a bathhouse. He chuckled in his heart and put down the curtains.

With such a obscene face, he could live to such a big age and become a potionist. The bald old man was used to the world. Looking at the dress of these people, he probably knew that they were just seeking medical treatment and not killing people. He adjusted his mindset and checked Sammy. As the spell was recited lightly, a green light enveloped Sammy's whole body. After a moment, he shook his head.

"I...sorry, I can't do anything about it. This child was injured too much and delayed for too long, in his body..."

"What did you say?" Wearing a mask with crossed ink marks, he took the saber and cut the old man's thigh with a brush. The knife edge was not deep, but as blood gushed out, the old man knelt on the ground, covered his wound with his hands, and began to fight with his lips.

"...you, I can't do anything like this...most of the organs in this child's body have been broken, and now the body is in a mess... Even the God of Medical Sciences has no choice...you, you...I really tried my best, and the doctor is not omnipotent..."

He murmured and defended himself, and since he said the word "sorry", Eve had already sobbed and knelt on the ground. When he finished speaking, he was still crying. The cheers after the performance came faintly from afar. Sammy moved weakly, but could only touch Eve's leg gently: "Don't be sad... Sister Eve."

"Sami, oh...Sami..."

"Stop crying, Sister Eve... It will be ugly when a woman crys..." Perhaps because the doctor's verdict also defeated the child's last desire to survive, his speech became much smoother than before, "I... I've actually been thinking... Sister Eve, can you hold me once?"

"No, no, I'm sick..."

"I...it's okay now, Sister Eve... I always feel that my sister's arms must be very warm. I have been taken care of by my sister for so long... Sister Eve..."

"Sami, Sammy... hold on, there will be a solution. We have been holding on for so long... so many days have passed, there will be hope..." Even though Sammy said that, Eve still endured it and did not lean forward. She held her hands in her heart, her whole body was bent in tears, and the choking sound in her throat became more and more sad. Sammy's face, which was beaten to the purple and swollen face, tried hard to show a smile, and her outstretched hand grabbed the cloth strip on Eve's knee weakly.

"Yes, I'm sorry... Although everyone is holding on together, we are actually dragging my sister down... It has dragged my sister down and dragged my sister to pursue happiness. Everyone is trapped in the mud and unable to move forward, but my sister is so tired that she always makes unreasonable demands to my sister, but... This is the last time, Sister Eve, hug me, please, okay..."

Seeing that his condition was getting worse and worse, Eve, who was sobbing, finally moved forward, carefully picked up Sammy and let him lie gently on his knees. Tang Yi handed the sword back to Xiaoxue's hand, walked over gently, and said in Sammy's ear: "Is there anything else I want to do?" There was a non-sounding ear, and if he said too little, he would often not hear it.

"I, I want...if there is music at this time..."

"Music..." After hearing him say this, Eve panickedly searched for her body, then looked at the warehouse where countless miscellaneous items were piled up, "I, I didn't bring a harp, is there any nearby..."

"Sister Eve, stop kidding..." Sammy suddenly coughed twice, and blood poured out of his mouth. It took a while to calm down. "...I, I heard the music of the Virgin Oath today...Sister Eve, I have been listening to your harp for so many years, occasionally, occasionally, and sometimes I want to listen to other music, haha...Sister Eve, I have always thought about it very much...If I have money, I can let you go to school, and then you will definitely be the best...You will wear gorgeous clothes and dress up the most beautifully, and act like a noble princess under everyone's gaze. There are millions of people cheering for you, but unfortunately...I can't see it..."

"Don't say that..." Eve cried, "Don't say that, I know, I know my piano is not good, please, don't say that, cheer up a little, cheer up a little..."

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

As he spoke, a loud "wow" sound came from the side, followed by the sound of countless objects falling. Sammy had no time to pay attention to what was happening next to him. Eve subconsciously turned around, but saw Tang Yi wearing the black fork mask in the painting trying to move the things on one side of the warehouse away. Countless pieces of things rolled to the ground, and several large objects also moved in tilt and turned around, showing a piano covered with debris inside.

Potionists usually learn a few small magic tricks for healing. At this time, the cumbersome old bald man was treating the wound on his thigh for him. When he saw his behavior, he subconsciously shouted: "Don't, don't move those things randomly. There is the base of the old amplified magic array in the square. Although it is a set to be replaced, if it is accidentally connected..."

"Shut up!" While the cold voice came, the blade was once again put on his neck. Tang Yi kicked a strange round rack that had fallen down with one foot, then swept all the debris on the piano to the ground with force. A gentle "buzz" sound echoed in the room, and then disappeared.

Find a stool from the pile of debris and put it in front of the piano. He opened the piano cover vigorously and blew away a thin layer of dust covering the keys. His fingers followed the trend and suddenly a series of piano sounds were ding ding dong dong.

Sitting in front of the piano and adjusting his mood, Tang Yi turned his head:

"... Although it may not be as good as the Virgin's Oath, it's all right now... This song "Moonlight" is for you, Sammy..."

Since the people in the room were not calm, no one noticed that while Tang Yi kicked away the round shelf, the sound in the room also spread far to two blocks apart. At this moment, the square was crowded with people, interrupting the lively performance that was being performed there at this moment...

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"What, what sound? What happened?"

When the first noise appeared above the square, the first thing that caused chaos was that a fat manager called out in a house near the square as a performance control room. On the square, people only thought it was a natural noise. The clumsy dancers on the field did not notice that the music suddenly shaking, and they still performed step by step.

"Magic interference, there is another set of magical devices that interfere with the operation here..."

"The magic fluctuations are too large, and the new equipment is... automatically suppressed..."

"What a joke? When I asked me to recommend that Lord Earl buy your set of amplifier devices, you said that your devices are the best. Now I actually told me that they have been suppressed... Fuck, who is making trouble? If you miss it in such an occasion, we will all go on the gallows... Let's go and check it quickly!"

"But... Deacon, the amplified magic array will be suppressed, not because our quality is not good, but because the other party's fluctuations are stronger than ours. In normal times, this is just a useless waste of magic, and our magic array is accurate..."

"Accurate your size!"

Amid the chaos, the people on the other side of the square finally realized that something was wrong. Even though the dancers on the stage were all third-rate dancers who had only been trained simply, they could tell whether there was any music continuing. When the music played on the stage could only be heard by them, and when many viewers stood up in surprise, they finally stopped dancing awkwardly, looking around the sounds, there was only a "slam-bang" noise. After gradually returning to tranquility, a simple piano sound enveloped the place.

"... Although it may not be as good as the Virgin's Oath, it's all right now... This song "Moonlight" is for you, Sammy..."

"Whis...what! I've spoken! I've spoken, the bastard is still talking inside. Why don't you check it out--" Thinking of the anger that might have been borne by the Count after messing up the performance, the fat deacon roared hysterically, and then a thin follower ran over.

"Master, sir, this voice is probably sent by using the old magic array in the past..."

"Old! Didn't the old one be removed?"

"It's true... I'm planning to demolish it, but just dismantling the array base. After that, your ex was exposed and left afterwards. Most of the things remained in the square. At present, the array base is probably in a nearby warehouse..."

"Why don't you go and look for it!"

"But all the records at that time were lost, we, we..."

While the follower's defense, the fat deacon was about to get angry again. His hand was raised. He heard the slowly flowing music, but he was suddenly stunned. Then he said, "Wait, wait wait wait wait..."

As the piano sounded gradually, in the square where tens of thousands of people gathered, the anger and noise that had originally caused the end of the performance gradually decreased with the flow of the music. The light and graceful piano sounds were slowly turning back and forth in the night sky, just like a quiet night, the elegant lake with light waves in the uninhabited woodland, the moonlight broke into silver scales on the shaking water surface, and sprinkled into everyone's heart. Gradually, no sound was heard in the crowd, only the music was wandering gently...

Things in the square did not clearly reach the messy room, and even if there was a tiny sound of music, mixed with the original piano sound in the room, no one could tell it clearly for a while. As the music wandered, the child, covered in wounds, lay quietly in Eve's arms, with his face closed his eyes peacefully. After a long time, he moved.

A look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes that had a slight slit. The child whispered: "Sister, have you seen the kingdom of heaven? Is this...the music of an angel..."

She choked in a low voice, and in tears, she nodded her head gently, and the child hugged her waist with attachment: "But... sister, although your harp sound is not so good, I still prefer to listen to that harp, because it makes me feel, feel..."

Before he could finish his words, a violent vibration came to the child's body. As the coughing sound that seemed to be turning the whole body over, blood surged out of his mouth like a spring, and large areas dyed Eve's soapy cloak red. In Eve's horrified eyes, he let out his last breath and opened his mouth gently.

“…so warm.”

"Sa...mi..." At that moment, even the sound of the piano like nature could not block the crying that emerged from the soul...

On the square, the originally gentle music suddenly turned into a rapid speed, the piano sound was fierce and high. The music lasted for a moment, and after pulling out a high and gripping sound, it stopped abruptly, like a flying kite suddenly cut off the thread. The people in the square were silently caught by something, and on the side of the world where everyone was listening carefully, a sad crying sound faintly came from...

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Countless ornaments rose to the sky with magic bullets, bursting out dazzling lights, and rendering colorful joy in the night. When people's celebration reached their peak, they buried their dead children in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The happy world cannot be isolated from sorrow. Just like Tang Yi and his party, there are also a group of crying families not far away, but compared to them, the funeral here seems even more desolate. Three children cry in a small tomb without tombstones. The woman in a blood-stained cloak knelt in front, holding her hands in her hands, murmuring a prayer to lead the deceased back with a choked voice. Tang Yi stood aside with her hugged Xiaoxue, looking lonely and silent.

Where will the deceased return?

Looking at the small, new tomb, I believe that tomorrow it will become a small, inconspicuous mound, where the child whom he bids for was sent away by the sound of the piano lived. His short and humble life flashed through this world like an undetectable haze in the air. God gave him countless sufferings, and finally made him tortured to death on the charge of stealing. Is he guilty? Is he innocent? So, who caused the crime? In this world with countless hazes. When those suffering souls return to the Creator, how will the Creator face them?

Where does God place the dead?

He could not feel completely indifferent to the passing of life, but after all, it was someone he had not come into contact with. It was a bit exaggerated to say that it was a heart-warming indignation. He just looked at the dead soul quietly, with a faint melancholy and ridicule.

As if reflecting his mood, the horn of peace at midnight came from afar, and the climax of the dawn festival also came. I prayed that the altar priests and the Lord's elves' singing began to become clear, covering the entire Damma, and the huge, white light column began to descend to the sky.

"...They cried sadly, roared angryly, prayed desperately, with eternal sins and pains... The will of God came from the sky, and all those bound, those forgotten, those abandoned, those manipulated, those injured, those destroyed, those devoured... Under the guidance of God, we set foot on the light path of return, and return to the flawless body that has never been hurt, and to the holy land that has never been hurt..."

“…May Silos bless Damma!”

"Oh, may Silos bless Danma..."

He gently folded his hands in front of his chest, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Xiaoxue was beside him, looking at him with some confusion.

The sacred singing lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the light as a miracle gradually retracted back into the air. In the entire Danma, countless people prayed devoutly, but there was only a small crying sound on the cemetery. Tang Yi, who was mocking at the heart, did not know that before dawn, the name "Mask X" spread throughout Danma, and the song "Moonlight" also became the object of imitation by countless musicians present.

What follows is not only fame...

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Someone asked about the connection to "Moonlight", and I gave it one below, and the book review was posted where it seemed to be blocked.
Chapter completed!