Huh? Are they all real?...

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Because on the lowest level of the Chamber of Commerce, the man Moen had first met was already waiting there.

I saw the woman and Moen.

He immediately pointed behind him.

"There's a secret passage down there, which I've already opened. It's an escape route that the chairman left for himself, and that woman won't know about it."

Why did I, an outsider, end up getting involved in other people's business?

The woman immediately put down Moen, bowed slightly to the man to express her gratitude, and then threw an ice spike at him, slamming him against the wall.

As I passed by the man who was silently enduring the pain.

Having broken free from the woman, Moen stopped and asked him seriously:

"Please tell me your name."

The man said strangely:

"Didn't I tell you, Doug?"

“I meant your full name, sir.”

"Why are you bringing this up now?"

The man named Doug could hardly believe his eyes as he looked at the crimson thorns that had spread up the wall.

“I’m serious, sir. Please tell me your full name.”

Seeing Moen like this, the man could only blurt out:

“Doug Thurstein. Alright, get out of here! You stupid outsider! It hurts!”

“Okay, I’ve got your name, Mr. Doug Therstein.”

After leaving those words, Moen followed the woman into the secret passage.

Chapter 173 The Brilliant Sacred Tree Standing Amidst Filth (3k)

After leaving the fortress, Moen didn't know whether the elven woman had led him into the Meereen sewers.

Looking at this dark and cramped sewer system.

Moen couldn't help but think, "It seems like I'm always crawling in and out of sewers."

I doubt there has ever been a king like me in the entire history of this region.

I hope that when people discover this in the future, they won't label me the "King of Sewers."

"Ah. Sir, would you be interested in joining our church?"

'Our supreme being often walks through the sewers of various places, so you, a traveler in the city, will surely receive his protection.'

Oh no, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander after just one thought.

Do you know why I saved you?

As Moen's thoughts wandered, the woman in front of him finally spoke to him again.

At the same time, Moen also heard some subtle noises.

Look ahead following the sounds and sights.

Moen noticed that the woman had taken off her hood.

But to Moen's surprise, only one of her ears was piercing through her hair.

Your ears?

"It was cut off."

"Feel sorry."

“It doesn’t matter, because I took the opportunity to kill him.”

"So, do you know why I saved you?"

The woman said those words again, and Moen tentatively responded:

"Because Mr. Doug told you I'm a good person?"

"It's because Doug told me you're very rich!"

That's a very realistic answer.

“I am indeed very rich, but they have already taken my card.”

“You are a noble of the dynasty. Even so, as long as we send you away, you will naturally be able to obtain your own wealth. What, you're not saying you would disregard the debt of gratitude for saving your life, are you?”

Following behind the woman, Moen thought for a moment and then said in a tone that seemed to mock fate:

“I am not actually a member of the royal family. I just went to Qazadoom and stayed there for a while. I told Mr. Doug this only because it was the best way to ensure my safety.”

"After all, I do have a large sum of money."

There's no need for Moen to lie to himself at this point.

So the woman turned her head in surprise for the first time:

"You are not a chosen one of the dynasty, you are not even a noble, and yet you still want to buy her?"

Moen spread his hands and said:

"We can't just stand by and watch a poor lady walk into the dragon's lair, can we?"

The woman shook her head helplessly and said:

Do you still have money?

Moen said regretfully:

"No, my card is an anonymous account. While it's safe and convenient, it can't be replaced."

This is why major chambers of commerce recognize anonymous accounts.

This is a significant source of wealth.

"So, can I leave by myself now?"

The woman looked at Moen as if he were a fool:

"Do you think you can survive going out alone in this situation? Marquis Marquis and his men are willing to lay a hand on you."

"What you say seems to make a lot of sense. So, do you have any advice for this poor man?"

The woman instinctively covered her face. She felt as if the whole world was against her.

They found neither the safe house nor a new source of income.

The camp was almost starving.

“The higher-ups are definitely looking for us everywhere right now. You, forget it, come with me. Once things calm down, I’ll send you out of Meereen.”

Moen laughed:

"You were willing to save me because I'm a good person, and because you have a kind heart."

The woman's beautiful face, which resembled that of an elf, couldn't help but reveal a look of utter helplessness and speechlessness.

"You guy."

Moen dropped his nonchalant smile and said seriously to the woman:

“That’s very rare, ma’am, especially in your situation.”

"This is pointless."

After leaving those words, the woman silently walked forward.

Moen naturally followed.

"You mean you're taking me to your place, aren't you worried I'll gossip about you when I get out?"

"You can try it."

The woman simply smiled dismissively.

Moen didn't quite understand her reliance and confidence, but she figured there must be a reason behind it.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of that castle, it's been there for more than just a day or two.

This shows that this woman has been opposing the Ironclad Merchants' Guild.

So much so that they had to build their headquarters into a castle.

But this creates a big problem.

This woman doesn't seem to be a Sequence 5, but she also doesn't seem to be a demigod.

Even if she really was a demigod, she was still no match for the Ironhide Merchant Guild, which was backed by the Steelheart Church.

Even a demigod couldn't stir up any trouble.

So how was she able to deal with the other party in Meereen for so many years?

If you think about it this way...

Moen looked up at her and said:

“There is a great being who sympathizes with your plight and protects you, and His power should be working in your camp, shouldn’t it?”

Before he could finish speaking, the woman slammed him against the wall, the icy blade in her hand pressed against his neck.

"How do you know this?"

Moen smiled and said:

“You’re only alive because of the clues I’ve seen. Otherwise, how could you possibly be alive now? You’re not dealing with a large business guild; you’re provoking a church.”

The woman who had been staring intently into Moen's eyes finally released him.

"I think I know why you're so rich."

She casually tossed the sharp ice blade into the nearby ditch.

It was an ordinary scene, but Moen noticed something was wrong:

"You can only use it, but you can't control it. Is there something wrong with your sequence?"

The woman's body came to a standstill once again.

After a moment, she recovered and continued walking forward.

"You're really smart, but why don't you know that truly smart people know how to keep their thoughts to themselves?"

"Because I trust you won't hurt me, and I genuinely want to help you and your companions, madam."

The woman shook her head and smiled:

“How can I help you? You have no money or power right now. I even have to find a way to get you out of Meereen. To us now, you're just a burden who can only share our food.”

That's incredibly ruthless.

Moen said with a mixture of helplessness and utmost solemnity:

"Madam, please believe me, I will soon know how to help you."

Moen still doesn't quite understand where these elven-like beings, who are indistinguishable from humans, should be categorized.

Only when their true allegiance is determined.

Only then could Moen know what role he should play in standing by their side.

Is it a human, or a spirit?

Or to put it another way, it's a matter of whether Trajan Westeros or Erinian Gilgalard should handle it.

They were beings abandoned by both humans and elves.

If we want to help and save them, it's not just about rescuing them, but about getting them reintegrated into their own communities.

Moreover, Moen knew that if he wasn't mistaken, this error might stem from his good intentions.

The woman ignored Moen's meaning.