As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

Moen glanced at Sylvie out of the corner of his eye; she was elegantly sipping her red wine, and there was nothing unusual on her face.

So the oath only doesn't apply to me, but it still applies to Sivir?

I don't understand at all. Is God's status too low?!

In his previous life, when Moen made trades between players, he always swore an oath to the gods beforehand. At that time, the oath was a guarantee of fair and just transactions.

Violating the oath will result in anything from immediate death and level loss to account banning.

Because of this mechanism, there are almost no cheaters in the phenomenal game Blood and Wine.

If it's not a problem with the player template, then it can only be a problem with the Fate Stone system that was obtained after transmigrating.

"Now that we've both sworn an oath, let's talk about this deal," Sylvie said, taking the initiative when she saw that Moen hadn't spoken for a while.

"Okay, sure." Moen quickly composed himself.

Although the matter of the oath being invalid has not yet been clarified, the outcome is good for Moen, so the most important thing now is to handle the current situation well.

"So, do you think the conditions I proposed meet your expectations, Miss Sylvie?"

"Well, we'll have to hear the details first."

Sylvie pretended to be deep in thought, resting her chin on her hand, but hidden by the table, a small foot in black stockings silently reached out and flirtatiously hooked Moen's leg.

Moen's expression remained unchanged. He subtly pulled his leg back, increasing the distance between himself and the restless little foot, and then said in a deep voice:

"The key to advancing [Frost Embrace] to the Holy Ritual rank lies in resolving the issue of freezing the ether."

"One way to unblock this extreme cold magic is to learn an ancient secret technique called 'Glacier Circuit'."

Upon hearing Moen's words, Sylvie's fawning expression softened slightly.

She had indeed seen similar vague records in the ancient manuscripts of the Anmi Society, but lacked the means to obtain them.

"Unfortunately, I don't know where this secret technique is either."

Sylvie stomped hard on Moen, but Moen's face remained expressionless.

"I haven't finished speaking, Miss Sylvie, why are you in such a hurry?"

Sylvie squinted at the man sitting opposite her; he was clearly teasing her on purpose.

Moen was quite pleased with Sylvie's resentful expression and quoted information from Sylvie's encyclopedia from her previous life: "Of course, there's another way. Do you know about the Blood Forge?"

"Hmm, underground of the Blacksteel Clan, one of the four great clans of the Iron Oath War Temple, and then what?" Sylvie was unusually not in the mood to tease Moen.

"The Blood Forge draws upon a river of lava from deep underground to forge weapons. If you continue deeper along the lava river, you might find a herb called [Abyssal Flame Grass] in the crevices of the lava rocks."

Sylvie was listening intently when Moen abruptly stopped.

"Why did you stop talking?"

"More detailed information will cost separately, and with Miss Sylvie's abilities, consulting the relevant documents based on these clues is more than enough, isn't it?"

It can't be said that Moen's compliment was just right. Sylvie did indeed see the herb "Earthfire Tongue Grass," which is the main ingredient in a potion called "Amber Snow Melting."

Legend has it that [Amber Melting Snow] can effectively solve the problem of frozen etheric bodies, but Sylvie has been unable to follow this method because she has not yet found [Earth Abyss Flame Tongue Grass].

"Alright, you pass." Sylvie nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject, looking at Moen with an ambiguous gaze.

"But you just gave me this kind of information so easily? What about your little girl named Lily?"

"Lily has a long way to go; she's just getting started," Moen replied casually. "Perhaps by the time she reaches that bottleneck, Miss Sylvie will have found a better solution."

"Heh, you've got a good plan." Sylvie chuckled, and since she couldn't hook Moen's leg under the table, she boredly pulled it back and changed to a lazy sitting posture.

"Since Mr. Moen is so sincere, I can't be stingy. What do you want to know? Just say it."

Moen looked at the empty desk: "No paper documents?"

"That kind of thing is too easy to leave evidence against you," Sylvie said, blinking sweetly.

"Mr. Moen, just ask whatever you want to know. I guarantee the information is absolutely true, after all, I swore an oath."

Moen, of course, didn't believe the nonsense about not having any paper documents, but since Sylvie had already agreed to the deal, she really couldn't pass on incorrect information to him.

"My first question is about the beast tide in Nohanville last time. What exactly happened?"

When the topic turned to intelligence, Sylvie's smile faded: "First, you need to know that your Arya is the vessel chosen by the Church of Judgment through prophecy for this generation of divine beings."

Moen didn't correct Sylvie's statement, but waited for her to continue.

"One of the top three seats in the Ring of Judgment, the archbishop who was extremely loyal to God, was very dissatisfied with Arya, the vessel for God's descent."

"Since the discovery of the stone tablet used for the descent of God, the divine retinue has never successfully descended. The archbishop believes that the failure of the descent of God is due to the imperfection of the vessel, which retains too much human nature."

"So he plans to destroy Arya, this flawed vessel, and choose a new, perfect one."

Sylvie paused, picked up her glass and took a sip: "The other two seats were neutral on his plan, so the archbishop assigned his confidant François to carry out the purge."

"As you know, the beast tide was ended, and you became a hero in Nohanville."

After listening to Sylvie's explanation, Moen instantly understood.

"I see. So François wasn't targeting me just to save face."

"The last plan failed, and that archbishop certainly won't give up so easily. So, Gray's visit to Nohanville this time is also part of their plan?"

Having gathered his thoughts, Moen looked up: "My second question is, what did the old man learn from you?"

At this, Sylvie's face broke into an extremely bright smile:

"He only knew that François was going to come to Nohanville in person to hold a grand ceremony to honor you and him."

"So he went out and drank alone, feeling down."

"A commendation?" Moen asked, puzzled.

"Yes, you saved Nohanville. Inspector Grey deserves credit for Cecilo's service, and Bishop François, as the diocese representative, will personally award you medals!"

"And, most importantly, your Arya will be coming too."

At this point, Sylvie blinked her big eyes and cupped her face with longing, "Oh, I love those stories in folk tales where the hero saves the damsel in distress. I wonder where my hero is?"

Moen ignored Sylvie's nonsensical ramblings.

His brain was working at lightning speed, piecing together all the fragments of information.

A commendation? Would a treacherous villain like François be so kind?

Considering how eager Gray was to get him to leave, Moen easily figured out François's true purpose.

At that time, in front of everyone at the ceremony, he would accuse Grean of an indisputable crime, such as colluding with heretics or betraying the church.

The words of the Discipline Bishop are clearly more credible than those of a Holy Knight from the North.

Then, in order to demonstrate the Church's absolute justice, he would force Arya to do it herself, or execute Gray in the most cruel way in front of Arya.

Arya's heart died when she saw Grey die under the church's commandments, and even at her own hands.

At that moment, the perfect container was born.

"What a vicious method." Moen clenched his fist.

"But François still wants to commend me."

This means he was included in the plan as well.

If Mohn leaves, François could accuse him of fleeing the scene of a crime, which would then become a pretext to attack Gray.

"What's wrong, Mr. Moen? You look terrible." Sylvie asked with a knowing smile, noticing Moen's unpredictable expression.

Moen took a deep breath and stood up.

"Sylvie, the deal is done." He didn't say anything more, turned around and strode towards the door.

"Huh? Leaving already?" Sylvie called out from behind him. "Aren't you going to talk about the thing you asked me for help with?"

Moen didn't turn around, he just waved his hand. He had a question he needed to ask Gray immediately.

That is, given Gray's personality, why did he readily accept the blame for framing Arya in his previous life and choose to die without offering any defense?