Huh? Are they all real?...

But at least this time he knew Lily wouldn't bother him.

I can tolerate being harassed by the People's Federation, but if you come here over there, I can't stand it.

Moen felt he had finally heard some good news.

Having done all this, Moen adjusted his posture and waited for the pocket watch to send him away.

As the pale blue light began to dissipate.

Moen also sincerely said to the pocket watch:

"I'm busy getting promoted this time, so please, don't send me to some outrageous place."

Pocket watches, of course, cannot speak.

Moen didn't expect it to answer him; in fact, if it did speak, Moen wouldn't know how to react.

Saying this is just to comfort myself.

Based on past experience, the pocket watch always seemed to guide him to where he was supposed to be.

If he were to be sent to some outrageous place, Moen would have to seriously consider what could be so urgent.

The deep blue light that filled my eyes completely dissipated.

Moen finally saw everything around him clearly.

It wasn't the place I left, nor any place I had any recollection of.

It was just a very ordinary field.

The rolling hills filled the view, with a few lonely old trees scattered around.

Moen looked around blankly, then looked at the pocket watch in his hand with a look of helplessness.

"What have you done to me?"

Finally, looking up at the desolate landscape, Moen couldn't help but add:

"Is this still in China?!"

This is a joke from Moen's hometown. Moen used to find it funny when he first saw it, but now that it's his turn to pay homage to it, he finds he can't laugh anymore.

Even if it means I've paid tribute once again.

But life must go on.

After taking several deep breaths to calm himself down, Moen prepared to take out his numeric keypad and map to calculate his exact location.

But immediately, Moen put the backpack he had put down back on his back.

Because he saw a group of people coming from the hillside ahead.

It looks like a caravan.

Since that's the case, Moen still plans to ask the locals.

But as the two sides got closer and closer, until Moen could see them clearly,

Moen began to regret coming to them.

Because this wasn't an ordinary caravan, it was a slave-hunting team!

But at this point, it was impossible to avoid it; the other party had also seen him.

What Moen found a little strange was that the other party didn't seem to care about him.

This is not quite what Moen knew.

After all, slave-catching teams were mostly considered low-class.

It's one thing for them to swagger around like this, but why don't they mind being seen?

With this question in mind, Moen stood still and waited for the other party to approach.

At the same time, Moen confirmed another thing: they weren't confident in their abilities and weren't worried about Moen running away and reporting them; they genuinely didn't think Moen was a problem.

It wasn't that I looked down on them; I just happened to run into a passerby.

Even when they reached Moen, the burly man leading the group made a point of stopping and asked Moen:

"Friend, what's wrong? Did something happen? If you don't have food or water, we have plenty here. Or if you're looking for a ride, we can make room for you."

They were very kind, just like a normal, well-meaning merchant caravan.

If it weren't for that iron cage with people inside in the middle of their group.

To be honest, Moen was a little unsure how to start the conversation about this strange situation.

Moen had originally planned to take action.

In this atmosphere, Moen couldn't help but take a closer look at the iron cage.

Could it be that some cult members are being held inside?

Moen's gaze swept across the crowd, and at that moment, the caged bird in its cage raised its head.

Having clearly seen the other person's face, Moen placed his hand directly on the revolver at his waist.

"Buying and selling spirits is a serious crime!"

Chapter 170 'Legitimate and Legal' (3k)

Seeing Moen's actions, the caravan members hurriedly raised their hands and said:

"Wait, wait, friend, wait a minute!"

Moen naturally didn't draw his gun and fire immediately.

After all, their reaction indicated that there must be many problems here, just looking at the elf locked in the cage.

Moen couldn't help but speak up.

"According to the Covenant of the Six Kings, buying and selling elves is one of the most serious and unforgivable crimes. Why do you dare to do this?"

Forced by the oppressive power of the Eternal King and the strength of the elves.

Five kings once signed the later Six Kings Covenant.

They also determined that the elves' smuggling was an unforgivable felony.

For many years after that, Moen never heard of elven smuggling again. After all, the Eternal King was dead, the Sacred Tree was still there, and the elves as a whole were still intact.

The elves of today even have shadows.

So why would elves be so openly bought, sold, and smuggled under such circumstances?

The caravan members also said in surprise:

"do not you know?"

"what do you know?"

"That's neither an elf nor a human."

These words made Moen frown deeply, and the other person's reaction made Moen realize something clearly.

They genuinely believe this, rather than engaging in self-deception by denying it.

So Moen asked directly:

"Why do you say that?"

"It's very simple. The elves don't acknowledge her as an elf, and we don't acknowledge her as a human either."

"In fact, her parents sold it to us themselves!"

"To be honest, it's quite pitiful. From the moment she was born, she has been raised as a commodity until today."

As he spoke, the caravan leader couldn't help but glance back at the canary huddled in its cage.

But pity is pity, and life is life.

Moen's first reaction to what the other person said was that it was impossible.

However, Moen immediately thought of a possibility:

"She's a half-elf?!"

"A half-elf? No, no, not even close to that."

As they spoke, the other person looked at Moen with increasing curiosity and said:

"Friend, what's going on with you? How come you don't know anything?"

This is more than just a lack of common sense; it's like a savage suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Without hesitation, Moen said:

"Where I live, some superhumans got hold of a strange sealed object, and then that thing went out of control. When I woke up, I was here."

"Where were you before you came here?"

"Kazadoom, Kazadoom of Baratheon."

As soon as the name Baratheon was uttered, the caravan leader immediately jumped off his horse.

And he took off his hat:

"I never imagined you were a noble chosen one of God, and judging from your attire, could you be a distinguished nobleman?"

"That was just childhood luck, so can you tell me what really happened?"

They had no doubt that Moen was impersonating a citizen of the dynasty.

First, doing it this way would be counterproductive.

Secondly, Moen's situation was indeed very strange, so they subconsciously chose to believe him.

Therefore, the leader said directly:

"You probably don't know where this is yet. So let me tell you first, we are in Meereen. It's in the northwest of the Baratheon Dynasty. As for the distance, please forgive my lack of knowledge."

"But I know how far we are from the Sacred Tree Forest. It would take about three days by airship."

"Meereen? Northwest of Baratheon, is this the Orsay Peninsula?"

“You are right, this is the Duchy of Meereen on the Osay Peninsula.”

While speaking, he even drew an inverted triangle on his chest.

This is the prayer service of the Steelheart Church.

The Orsay Peninsula is one of their parishes.

It's not a very important parish, after all, it's only less than a third larger than the Southern Territory, but it is indeed the territory of the Steelheart Church.

At the same time, Moen's relationship with their chief god was not good.

After learning all this, Moen touched his magic ring.

If we don't hide properly here, the enemy might attack us immediately.

"I know where I am now, so what's the deal with that girl?"

"Why do you say she's not even a half-elf?"

"Elves and half-elves are all considered part of the elves. Even if we ate a dragon's gall, we certainly wouldn't dare to lay a finger on them."

"Of course, we wouldn't buy or sell even an ordinary person, since that's illegal."

"But this girl, how should I put it?"

After a moment's thought, the leader asked Moen:

"You should know that all children born from intermarriage between elves and humans are half-elves, right?"

"Yes. But if a half-elf marries a human, the child will only be human. Although they will still have elven blood, they will have no elven appearance or soul."

"So why do you say she's not even a half-elf when she has clearly elf-like long ears?"

This is also why Moen was initially unable to suppress it.

This girl looks like an elf no matter how you look at her, not even a half-elf.

The most obvious features are her appearance and her signature long ears.