Huh? Are they all real?...

The man, who was speaking sincerely, couldn't help but turn back to glance at the poor caged bird:

"In this matter, we and the Ironplate Merchant Guild behind us are nothing, and even the Grand Dukes of the entire Ausay Peninsula are nothing."

"This matter truly involves the great nobles and the church scattered throughout the world."

After bowing his head slightly, the man earnestly offered Moen a piece of advice:

"Faced with such power, even her parents abandoned her. You are an outsider with no connections or background. There is no need for you to risk your life for this, even if you are a noble nobleman of a dynasty."

The man couldn't fully guess Moen's thoughts, but he could see some things, so he sincerely gave Moen a piece of advice.

He had seen many people like Moen.

He had even met many nobles like Moen.

But when faced with this chain of interests, no one's voice matters.

He still remembers the Marquis who actually took action, who fell seriously ill the next day and then sadly passed away a few weeks later.

If local tyrants with fiefdoms, private armies, and power are already like this, what can outsiders do?

Talking about it is nothing; plenty of people talk about it. But actually taking action could cost you your life.

The man spoke very sincerely; it's not easy to go to such lengths for a stranger.

So Moen also said something equally sincere:

"Thank you."

To this, the man simply said with a sorrowful expression:

"You didn't listen, did you?"

Moen smiled but didn't say anything.

Ordinary people can't handle this matter, so only he can.

The man said he already knew that.

However, to avoid worrying the man, Moen still said:

"These kinds of situations usually happen at large auctions, right?"

The man rubbed his temples and said helplessly:

"Yes, this year's harvest is even more abundant, so the specifications this year are far superior to those of the past ten years or so. And this one we have is the last one. The auction will begin in about five days."

As they spoke, the man said something strange:

"Do you intend to participate in the auction?"

"We'll save as many as we can."

Moen didn't intend to tell them his true thoughts; he did it to put their minds at ease.

Instead of making them more terrified.

“In that case, there’s no problem. I’ve even heard that many buyers are participating specifically for this. However, you probably don’t realize just how extravagant this auction is.”

Moen smiled and said:

"I do have some ability."

"Also, could you take me directly to your chamber of commerce headquarters in a bit?"

"Sure, but what do you want to do?"

Moen turned around and pointed to the poor girl, saying:

"I plan to take her away first. Don't worry, I'll do it in a legal and reasonable way."

Moen wanted to take one of them away first, and then see if he could figure out what exactly their 'atavism' was all about.

This will allow Moen to further decide how to resolve the matter.

Is it a human, or a spirit?

The man couldn't help but remind him again:

"Sir, this is an important item for five days from now."

"Since you've already said she's a commodity, then she can be taken away ahead of time."

"That will be very, very expensive."

Moen shook his head and smiled at the man's reminder:

"I don't mean to belittle you, but sir, people have different understandings of what is expensive."

No matter how expensive, it is ultimately just a flashy but impractical luxury item.

Therefore, they cannot compare to the truly exorbitant prices, and thus, Moen's personal savings are definitely enough.

The man's face immediately turned into a bitter expression:

"Well, sir, you've completely convinced me."

Time passed quickly after that.

Moen followed the man to the Ironhide Merchant Guild's headquarters in Meereen.

As soon as he came down, the man explained Moen's purpose to the steward who was handing over the duties.

The steward glanced at Moen in surprise, then quickly turned back to speak to a magnificent gem.

Soon after, the steward stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"Please come with me, I will take you to the VIP room."

Moen followed the other person through the complex rooms of the Ironclad Merchant Guild.

This was also the first time Moen had ever seen a merchant guild build its headquarters into a fortress.

There are precedents for establishing a foothold in dangerous places.

But this is the capital of a principality.

Moreover, the country does not appear to be in turmoil.

However, as soon as he entered, Moen revealed the magic ring.

The man was right; the Ironclad Merchant Guild was indeed an affiliate of the Steelheart Church.

Statues and emblems of the Steel Heart Church can be seen almost everywhere here.

Given his relationship with their chief god, Moen could only keep a low profile.

Otherwise, Moen didn't want a true god to suddenly go berserk and attack him.

As for what deep-seated hatred existed between Moen and Him.

It was nothing really; it was just that Moen had carved the words in blood on His King's face as a small expression of humiliation and disdain.

It's really nothing, Moen even spared the other person's life!

Upon reaching the deepest part, Moen saw a circular hall.

As soon as he entered, Moen touched the wall beside him and said:

"Is this a magic-suppressing stone?"

He blew another breath onto the wall and looked at the frost that had formed on the surface. Moen was somewhat surprised and said:

"And it's not a later imitation, but a genuine piece from the Distant Forest?"

This magic-suppressing stone, which resembles both wood and stone, is actually a fossil, formed from the dead trees of the distant forest.

It is a product of the Second Age.

Its function is to suppress magic and prevent spying.

The person who answered Moen was no longer the steward who brought him in, but a new person.

She was an extremely alluring beauty.

She doesn't look young, but she takes excellent care of herself, which gives her a charm and allure that far surpasses that of young girls.

Moreover, it is meaningless to consider age in the extraordinary world.

The other person was wearing a deep red, high-slit cheongsam. This kind of clothing wasn't originally available here; it was brought by Moen.

Because Monne, as the Lionheart, felt that transforming Rungomminiad into the Storm Goddess Danes was too rigid, he wanted to change her as much as possible.

Therefore, she chose a cheongsam that perfectly showcases a woman's figure and is very beautiful.

Take this opportunity to soothe your eyes.

But unexpectedly, the cheongsam became so popular.

“You have a good eye, sir. This is indeed from the distant forest, a gift from three ancient nobles, as a token of their gratitude for the precious goods we have given them.”

"So, could you tell me your quote?"

Moen handed the black water gold card directly to the other party:

"Go get it yourself."

This wiped out almost all the wealth of the major players at the time; although it was only 30%, it was still more than enough.

The woman's men quickly left with Moen's water card.

The woman then took a few steps forward and approached Moen.

Her cheongsam was slit very high, reaching her waist, and the glimpses of her skin always hinted at things that sparked the imagination.

For example, whether or not they were wearing it.

Although this was Moen's initial design, it wasn't something that could be shown to others.

Moreover, for a long time, the cheongsam that originated from Moen was always considered a private garment.

I heard that this time span is as long as a thousand years.

Later, a late-blooming genius finally came up with the idea of ​​changing the height of the slit in the cheongsam, which made it a formal garment.

But this one is a bit exaggerated.

Moen didn't set the camera that high for Denise back then, because if it were higher, all you'd see would be that damn pixelated image!

The company made sure that the game he played didn't conceal any dismembered limbs or mutilated parts, yet they were extremely strict about these aspects.

Looking at the alluring beauty right in front of him.

Moen simply took two steps back.

This surprised the other party a little.

“You are truly a nobleman unlike any other. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lilith, Lilith Vasya.”

"Are you the president of the Ironclad Merchant Guild?"

"No, I am just a guest advisor, temporarily stationed here."

"Then can you talk to me about this business?"

"Of course. Although I am a guest retainer, I am also a member of the Ironhide Merchant Guild."

"So when can I take that girl away?"

Moen remained adamant in his gaze.

This made the woman even more interested.

As she answered, she kept pacing back and forth in front of Moen.

Her perfect figure and large expanse of snow-white skin were displayed directly in Moen's eyes.

"It should be soon; our Ironclad Merchant Guild is known for its speed. Of course, your money is more than enough!"

Just as Moen was about to nod, he suddenly saw the woman named Lilith suddenly spin around in front of him, revealing a very smooth curve.

Having done this, Lilith wanted to get a good look at Moen's expression.

To her surprise, the man turned around immediately!

"Well, it seems you're not just pretending. Are you an ascetic from some church?"

“I’m just being respectful to you and to myself, Ms. Lilith.”