Huh? Are they all real?...

My God, you guys actually want me to knock on this thing?!

If I hit him with that hammer, wouldn't my hand break instantly?!

"I must thank you for your kindness, but let's prioritize business. The seal of the Blood Moon is just ahead."

"Yes, it's down there."

The dwarf elder's voice was still hoarse and lisping, but it was now clear enough to hear.

Upon seeing Moen and his two companions arrive, the elite dwarves, who had not been transferred from here even in the most critical moments, immediately bowed and opened the door.

The heavy door, sealed with thirteen seals, was pushed open by the combined efforts of the dwarven soldiers.

Behind the door is a long, spiral staircase that extends downwards.

"There are a total of 33,333 steps. His Majesty placed the seal of that monster here back then."

"Be careful, friend. Make sure you follow our steps. There are very strong restrictions here. One wrong step and you'll be in big trouble."

More than 30,000 floors?!

Can't we afford to make a single wrong move?!

Origin above, going back to smash the rocks doesn't seem so bad. Anyway, a broken arm and paralyzed legs sound better than the former.

But since they were already here, Moen couldn't very well say he was going back, so he could only grit his teeth and follow along.

At the end of the dark staircase, a deep well, locked tightly by countless inscriptions, emerges.

"This is the seal that sealed the Blood Moon. For countless years, we, the Seven Hills Dwarves, have kept His Majesty's instructions in mind and have been watching over this place at all times."

"There has never been a problem all these years."

Reaching the well, and seeing the crimson moon reflected in the water through countless inscriptions, Moen slowly nodded.

"That's good. This world doesn't need any more evil gods."

“That’s right, that’s what we and His Majesty think too. But, my friend, are you really sure the rest of the seals are gone?”

"This is intelligence given to me by the Eastern Business Federation, and it's probably one of the reasons that woman attacked Seven Hills. It shouldn't be wrong."

Both dwarfs frowned.

"Although only this one remains, it's fortunate that His Majesty said that the original seal was redundant. As long as one of them is still intact, the monster cannot return."

"But that person isn't an evil god, is he? Why would He want to release the sealed evil god?"

Moen glanced back at the two dwarves and said meaningfully:

"Many gods simply haven't failed."

The two dwarves fell silent, and Moen timely changed the subject:

"Can I take something with me?"

Upon hearing this, the dwarf elder laughed immediately:

"The same? Are you kidding me? Friend, you can take anything here that you like! Take as much as you want!"

This is the Seven Hills. Although the dwarves have fallen on hard times, they are still a starved camel. They can freely take the treasures of the Seven Hills, which is undoubtedly a great blessing for anyone.

But Moen simply shook his head and said:

“Friend, I came here for you, not for profit. So, I only need to take one thing with me.”

"Also, although it took a little effort, they did deliver it to me on time."

Amid the two dwarves' disappointment, Moen produced a bottle of Loro wine.

"Luo Luo wine? And it looks like it's been around for quite a while."

Bahrain was somewhat surprised.

Looking at the bottle of Roro in his hand, Moen ultimately didn't reveal that it was a gift from Thorin.

Because in this way, the dwarves certainly wouldn't drink it.

Neither Thorin nor he himself wanted to see this happen.

"This is a gift from my first dwarf friend a long time ago. Today is a good day, so please drink it."

"He definitely wants you to drink it."

"Then we won't be polite!"

The two dwarves who opened the bottle were both completely intoxicated.

What a wonderful Loro wine!

Drinking and banging stones are the only two hobbies of dwarves.

-

On the battlefield outside the capital, the radiance of the twin moons still shines forth.

Some dwarves are still cleaning up the battlefield here.

But what they didn't know was that Salz was standing in the ruins not far away.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Dwarf King Thorin, Sals deliberately dispersed his All-Seeing Eye and left the battlefield.

He had no reason to risk his life for that woman.

But He did not actually leave the Seven Hills.

Because He was very curious about how the Dwarf King had returned.

More importantly, the crucial third prophecy has not yet been fulfilled.

The bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

An unexpected king has appeared, he has returned. But will this god's return also exceed his own expectations?

Also, that woman won't give up on that guy either; her connection with him probably predates hers.

But what should that woman do now that things are like this?

The remaining dwarves will no longer remain silent. If they attack the Seven Hills again, they will truly be fighting against all the dwarves in the world.

That woman may not be afraid of the dwarfs who are past their prime, but the rest of the guys would certainly be happy to get involved.

After all, not everyone wants to see that woman go through such a big stunt.

Just then, Sals turned his head slightly.

A pure white knight had already knelt behind Him:

"Lord Sals, my master requests that I come to you and asks for your continued assistance."

Sals pointed behind him and said:

"Does she want to continue? But where are your people?"

The pure white knight said:

"Not now. But please believe me, it won't be long."

Sals stroked his chin and laughed.

The prophet loves these guys who play their cards big.

-

After Moen and the others left the seal.

A drop of blood fell from the sky, seemingly out of nowhere, and landed precisely on the seal at the wellhead.

The blood slowly and steadily corroded the brilliance of the inscription.

Directly above the well is the very heart of the palace, the Iron Throne!

Neither the dwarven elder nor Balin accompanied Moen here.

Although there are many treasures here.

But no dwarfs cared about that.

As they said, if Moen likes it, he can just leave the Iron Throne behind.

After arriving alone, Moen did not even glance at the treasures piled behind the Iron Throne.

Moen simply stroked the dulled blade on the throne.

'My friend will definitely come, and I don't want them to possibly harm him.'

This was Thorin's final wish. This sincere dwarf did not want his throne to potentially harm his friend.

With a slight smile, Moen walked up the crooked path leading to the Iron Throne.

When Moen stood before the throne, he naturally did not sit down; instead, he reached out and picked up a medal from the armrest of the throne.

Then she wore it around her neck.

The front of the medal features a crown and a hammer, while the back depicts a scarlet moon.

This is Thorin's medal, the only thing Moen needs to take with him, and the only reward Moen is asking the dwarves for.

There will be another chapter in a moment

Chapter 120 is getting interesting!

In the royal capital of Baratheon, Prince Adela, accompanied by the Queen, is paying homage at the royal tombs.

After laying a wreath toward Baratheon's first emperor.

Prince Adela asked the Queen beside him:

"I've heard that in your Baratheon, even those who aren't royalty can be buried in the royal tombs?"

The Empress nodded and said:

"As you know, the seven dukes and anyone else who is entitled to a state funeral can be buried in the tombs of the Baratheon royal family."

Why wasn't Duke Trajan buried here?

“I know that although you are enemies, shouldn’t Duke Trajan be entitled to a state funeral? Especially since he is one of the seven dukes.”

These are things that cannot be discussed openly in this country, but for Prince Adela, the unspoken rules of an empire are meaningless.

The only beings he needs to respect are other gods and kings.

The rest depends entirely on his mood.

The Empress lowered her head slightly, and many thoughts seemed to surface in her deep blue eyes.

After a moment, she said:

"There were many historical factors at the time. Moreover, apart from the original seven dukes, the other seven dukes were rarely buried here; they were all buried in their respective fiefdoms."

Adela shook her head and smiled:

"Is it because the nobles who were killed by Lord Trajan refused to give him a state funeral?"

The Empress remained silent.

Prince Adela continued:

"What a disgraceful bunch! They don't even know how to hold a grudge against a dead man. If Lord Trajan were alive, I could understand any suppression and slander against him."

“But he’s dead. If it were me, I wouldn’t do these things. I would strongly demand a state funeral for Lord Trajan, and I would even place his tomb next to the first emperor, replacing the original Grand Duke of Westeros.”

"Westero will always be Baratheon's sword and shield. That's a proverb I've heard even as an outsider."

The Queen did not respond to this meaningful remark, but simply stood silently behind Prince Adela.

Prince Adela glanced at her and then continued:

"Many people say that it's hard to judge Trajan's merits and demerits, but I find it very strange. What's so hard about it?"

"Isn't someone who pulled this country back from the brink of destruction and brought it back to life a great hero and meritorious figure?"

"If such a person were to appear under my father's command, he would definitely become my father's right-hand man and a role model that I need to learn from at all times."

"What do you think, Queen Ansa?"

Ansa provided an answer this time: