Huh? Are they all real?...

"Tell me."

After looking around, Moen pointed to a pillar next to him and asked:

"There used to be a silver basin here. Where is that basin now?"

"Don't tell you that you've already thrown it away."

A dwarf elder immediately said:

"Of course not, that's a treasure from the royal palace, how could we possibly throw it away?"

"Then please send it over; I need it."

After the dwarf elders exchanged glances, the silver basin was quickly brought over.

Moen didn't take the silver basin; he simply pointed to the knight statue and said:

"Just place the silver basin in front of the statue, and remember to place it directly below the statue's head."

The dwarf who brought the silver basin looked at the elders, bewildered. The dwarf elder closest to the knight statue stepped forward and accepted the silver basin.

As Moen instructed, it was placed beneath the knight statue.

"Okay, and then what? Nothing!"

After staring at it for a while and finding no change, the dwarf turned around and questioned Moen.

Moen then pointed to the statue and said:

"You haven't waited long enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the prayer room heard the deep, resonant sound that only comes when a stone statue is moved.

They turned around in astonishment and were shocked to find that the kneeling stone statue was slowly slashing its own neck with the sharp blade in its hand.

"What's this?!"

What puzzled them even more was that the stone statue actually bled.

The bright red blood flowed precisely down the sword into the silver basin.

The silver basin was filled with fresh blood.

The dwarves also heard a muffled sound coming from the wax-sealed throne room.

"What did you do? What happened over at the throne?"

Unlike before, this time the dwarves are truly desperate.

Unlike humans, even though the king has long since departed, and many things related to the king have been helplessly forgotten.

But the dwarves will never forget their king, just as the elves will never forget the Eternal King.

Moen said:

"It's just that we've brought out what the King of Turin left you. Open the door."

"Explain yourself clearly!"

"After the death of the King of Turin, the King of the Moon, in accordance with his close friend's last wish, hid many of his treasures in the palace so that they could be left for his people to use in times of crisis."

"That knight statue and silver basin were the means by which the Moon King hid the treasures of the King of Turin. I remember this, and the Moon King also clearly told the dwarves at the time."

"It seems that you've forgotten a lot of things now."

The dwarves looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing what Moen said.

Fortunately, dwarves are not creatures of endless indecision. After a moment of silence, a dwarven elder spoke directly:

"Open the gate! Stop with the nonsense. If we don't open the gate, I'm afraid we won't have the face to meet His Majesty after we die."

Faced with the dwarves' powerful mobility, the gate was opened almost instantly by the dwarven elders themselves.

When the doors opened, Moen, who was standing in the center of the prayer room, saw the throne of the King of Turin at first glance.

The King of Turin originally wanted to carve a throne for himself out of oak.

But in the end, he heeded the advice of his friend and used the swords of the many powerful enemies he had defeated to forge an Iron Throne.

Previously, Moen simply found the Iron Throne extremely interesting.

And now, after so many years, when I see this throne again...

Moen found himself unable to say anything.

Choking back tears, reminiscing, feeling sad, and overjoyed, his emotions were extremely complex.

This isn't right. Why do I feel this so deeply?

Facing the legacy of his old friend for the first time made Moen finally realize the problems he should have discovered long ago.

He seemed to have an excessively deep attachment to this world.

This should have been a game for only a few years.

How could this happen?!

As the dwarves climbed the illusory ladder behind the throne, gasps of surprise rang out.

There are so many treasures hidden up there.

Moen was brought back to his senses by the dwarves' exclamations.

He followed them into the throne room.

At this point, no dwarf came to question him or stop him.

They simply stared in surprise at Moen, the long-legged man.

They didn't understand why this person knew so much, but as far as they could see, Moen was undoubtedly a friend of the dwarves.

Dwarves are willing to give their lives for their friends!

It was at this moment that Moen addressed the dwarves:

"There's one more thing. These treasures were actually the burial goods of the King of Turin, but the King of the Moon, in accordance with the King of Turin's last wishes, secretly sent them back here. The King of Turin did not want you to waste these precious treasures like this."

"Just like the King of the Copper Furnace."

"what?!"

This news truly shocked the dwarves.

It can be said that from the very beginning, the Northern Business Alliance's looting operation was destined to result in a complete loss.

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When the allied army of various races invaded Seven Hills.

A pure white carriage, accompanied by a total of eight pure white knights, leisurely arrived at the capital of Baratheon.

This time, even Empress Ansa personally left the capital to greet the arrival of the carriage outside the city.

Before the pure white carriage, the knights of Baratheon dismounted and knelt facing the carriage.

Baratheon's cabinet ministers, members of the House of Representatives, and many royal nobles also knelt and bowed like knights.

The difference is that none of them performed the single-knee kneeling salute.

Instead, they knelt on both knees and prostrated themselves in respect.

Only the empress, who was at the very front of the crowd, performed the curtsy.

This was not because she was exempt, but simply because the gods were merciful to the emperors.

This is, in many cases and for many people, a form of etiquette that is almost an insult.

But today, no one thinks there's a problem.

Even many nobles were incredibly excited.

Because they were kneeling before a prince.

This is a true noble person, second only to gods and kings.

In this world where the rigid hierarchy is almost despair-inducing.

Gods and kings are the noblest beings.

Following them is the Holy Family, their descendants.

Next come the angels of Sequence One.

The prince, a direct descendant of gods and kings, is obviously of indescribable nobility.

With Baratheon's respect, the carriage door finally opened.

Emerging from it was a young prince whose gender was indistinguishable.

"On behalf of the entire Baratheon realm, I warmly welcome you, Prince Adela!"

"Queen Ansa, is it? Please rise. I apologize for my intrusion in visiting."

Prince Adela's voice was also androgynous, just like his mother's.

The Empress looked up and asked:

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Prince Adela smiled and said:

"I want to wander around Baratheon's capital. To be honest, what I really want to see most is Lord Trajan, the Prince of the South."

“He is truly an extraordinary mortal; even my mother speaks highly of him.”

This made the Empress's lips curl into a slight smile:

"Lord Trajan is indeed an exceptionally outstanding person."

Prince Adela suddenly changed the subject:

"So, can you let me see him?"

Queen Ansa said:

Would you like to visit Trajan's tomb?

Prince Adela didn't speak, he just smiled.

In the far distance.

Inside the pure white palace.

Next to the black pillar stands a golden pillar.

However, unlike the black pillar, two potions had clearly been taken from in front of the golden pillar.

In this world, gold is considered the color of glory.

Alright, the three-day bonus update for the Alliance Leader is now over, and normal updates will resume tomorrow.

Chapter 112 The defeat happened before I arrived (4k)

Among the seven hills, the dwarf elders were carefully taking stock of the treasures left behind by the King of Turin.

Moen stood quietly before the Iron Throne, gazing at the throne set up on the twisted sword path.

Just for fun, Moen had his friend, King Torino, recreate the Iron Throne from A Song of Ice and Fire.

However, this Iron Throne is more faithful to the original work than to the TV adaptation.

First of all, it was not built on flat ground. It was placed on a high platform made of thousands of swords, and at the top of the platform was the throne, which was entirely made of swords.

The path to the throne is crooked. The throne itself is also quite asymmetrical.

One side is high and the other side is low, like a tree canopy that grows in the shade but faces the sun, so abrupt.

Most importantly, none of the swords on the throne had become dull.

Since it was originally the sword of an outstanding person, the materials used were naturally of the highest quality.

Countless swords were imbued with various blessings or curses.

So much so that even after countless generations, they still have the potential to harm any being.

Even angels need to be careful in this regard.