Huh? Are they all real?...

I understand now that you've said that.

"Ah, I'm sorry, there are many things I don't know yet, but, Aurora's son has come to Baratheon?"

“Yes, Prince Adela has come to Baratheon, and even made a special trip to the South. I’m pretty sure he and his mother seem to have a great interest in you.”

That woman first caused trouble among the dwarves, and then at the same time sent her son to Baratheon.

What is she going to do?

"Aier, tell me everything you know."

Chapter 126 Did I dig my own grave?! (4k)

After learning everything from Air, Moen fell into a long silence.

What exactly does Adela, or rather Aurora, want to do?

He could understand the dwarves' motivations—the prophet and the blood moon—but what was Baratheon's motivation?

And it seems they still want to find me, Trajan.

I think they believe I am destined to become a god.

But that's not right. It's normal that Aurelia doesn't know, but that woman Aurora couldn't possibly not know that the conditions for achieving the path to godhood through the path of glory are not currently met.

Moreover, he himself was only a Sequence Two, and the only path to glory he had found—the Sequence One potion—had been given to Ansa.

I have no idea where the other two copies are.

In this situation, why did they make Aier feel like she was about to become a god?

The more Moen thought about it, the less he understood it.

"Moen, how are you?"

Hearing Aier's voice, Moen snapped out of his reverie and smiled:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little confused."

"Don't you know either?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"I really don't know what that woman wants to do."

There is too little information available now. Most of the advantages that Moen gained in the past were achieved by relying on the strong intelligence he had as a player.

Knowledge is power, intelligence is knowledge!

But that's not possible now; Moen is completely baffled now as well.

"So what do you suggest I do after I get there?"

"Just continue as before, since we really don't know what they're going to do."

"Is it not advisable to actively engage with Prince Adela? I've heard that he and his mother have very good reputations."

Ayl hesitated a bit, but she felt this was a good opportunity.

The kindness of the prince and the gods is extremely rare.

Moen looked at Aier seriously and said:

"Their goodwill is fake, undeniably fake."

This answer surprised Air.

But with her beloved Moen on one side and two random characters on the other, it's obvious who she should listen to.

Aier nodded to indicate that she understood, but she immediately asked:

"Moen, is that person with the constantly changing ID also you?"

After learning that Moen was Trajan, Er made that connection.

It wasn't for any other reason than that the other person's kindness towards me was far beyond what a stranger could comprehend.

Since he had already told Er that he was Trajan, this matter was no longer important.

Moen nodded very seriously and said:

"Yes, that person is me too."

"But, Air, what's your ID?"

Which ID am I?!

Ah! My ID!!!

Aier's cheeks flushed again, and she continued to bury herself under the covers.

Aimo, what's the difference between this weird name and a direct confession?!

Amidst immense shyness, a glimmer of anticipation also arose within Er: what would Moen do?

He must have figured it out, right?

Wait, he doesn't seem to have noticed?!

Aier suddenly realized the crux of the problem.

Moen chuckled and said:

"You're so lazy! You just combined our two names."

Seeing Moen's amused expression, the shyness on Aier's face completely disappeared.

All that remained was bewilderment.

No, why can't you see that?

Is Moen really that clumsy?

Or is he pretending not to understand?!

After a brief moment of thought, El suddenly asked Moen a question that also caught him somewhat off guard:

"Moen, you should be able to tell that your student, Queen Ansa, likes you, right?"

Moen lowered his head somewhat awkwardly at the question.

Although he didn't answer immediately, as a childhood playmate, Aier easily deduced that Moen knew.

"you know?!"

In response to El's follow-up question, Moen nodded and said:

"Of course, I'm not made of wood, but all of this is indeed a bit beyond my expectations."

Moen knew perfectly well what he meant to Ansa and the many girls there.

But that's precisely why he had absolutely no idea what to do.

The sacred tree could encompass everything about him, but what about the other goddesses?

Moen didn't know the answer, and he was too afraid to know the answer.

What Moen didn't know was that El's original intention wasn't to ask him this question, but rather that El wanted to use this question to figure out everything she wanted.

From the changes in Moen's expression and tone, Ai'er clearly judged that her Moen was not a blockhead.

He could clearly tell how a girl felt about him.

At the same time, and most importantly, since Moen would say these things to him, it means that he wasn't pretending not to see his feelings.

He really didn't know!?

why? !

Why can Ansa, that philanderer, see through it and be troubled by it, but I can't?

Is it because I said something I was too shy to say? No, wait.

Al and Moen grew up together, so they know each other very well.

This familiarity even includes the other person's thought patterns.

So Ayl finally realized a crucial point she should have understood long ago—her words meant something to Moen.

In other words, regardless of whether she genuinely dislikes men or is pretending, it means she has clearly rejected Moen!

I not only dug a huge hole and jumped in, but I also buried myself?!

Good heavens, what an incredibly stupid thing I've done!

Aier felt a little dizzy.

Because she knew very well that this not only meant she had dug herself into a mess, but also that Mo En truly did not regard her as a normal member of the opposite sex from the bottom of his heart.

Their relationship was very good, almost like brothers, so good that Aire even believed that Moen would risk his life for her.

Of course, she was the same way.

But that's all.

Moen had already come to the bottom of her heart that she and he would never be a couple.

She's family now!!!

Even the feelings that should have changed everything were something she herself dug up and buried along with them.

"Aier, you don't seem to be feeling well."

"Moen, I'm a little tired. Let me rest for a while."

"Really? Then I'll be going now. Please call me if you feel unwell."

After Moen left, Aier threw off the covers and lay on her bed with a blank expression.

If it were before, things would have been better. Moen didn't have anyone she liked yet, and she had plenty of time and opportunities to salvage the situation.

But now, there's an Ansa ahead of her.

Moen also said that he met her first, which should have meant that he was far superior to that philanderer.

But what's going on now?

How did I end up being the other woman?!

But after a brief period of confusion, Aier rekindled her fighting spirit.

No, it's not over yet!

I just accidentally left halfway through.

That stray cat is just a stray cat. It's nothing more than a newcomer who doesn't even qualify as a girlfriend, what makes it think it can compete with me!

Back home, Moen wasn't too worried about El's condition. He knew El; she wouldn't force herself to be okay.

So when Moen came back, he happily pulled out a money bag.

Unpack the bag, and inside is a large bag of ancient Georgian gold coins!

The hundred ancient gold coins I got from Miss Benalana were mostly spent in the Seven Hills.

But indeed, a huge sum of fifty-one taels of silver remained!

That's over 50,000 gold pounds!

Although it can't compare to those millionaires, this is the first pot of gold I've earned.

This further proves that he was indeed worrying unnecessarily.

There's absolutely no problem!

He picked up a golden coin from the Old Testament and kissed it.

Moen put it back in the bag with satisfaction and said:

"I was terrified before. I was afraid I had encountered a terrifying curse. I never expected it to be just an accident!"

As he was talking, Moen couldn't help but throw a large bag of ancient Yue gold coins onto the roof.

Then, with a look of delight, he listened to the crisp sound of the gold coin hitting the ground.

After thinking for a moment, Moen leaned back comfortably on the sofa covered with gold coins and opened his terminal.