Huh? Are they all real?...

Moen sighed deeply at the woman's sorrow.

This is indeed a problem left over from my own past.

No wonder the pocket watch brought itself here.

This is something that's outside my sight, but only I can solve it.

"Please allow me to ask you and your age once more. Are there any spirits among you who have lived for over a thousand years?"

The woman didn't resist this seemingly absurd question; she just found it strange, but she still gave her own answer:

"No, I am the oldest, but I am only a little over two hundred years old."

That's it.

Moen nodded with a hint of regret and walked forward to the foot of the Golden Tree.

The branches and leaves of the sacred tree swayed and danced incessantly with the sound of Moen's return.

Without a word, simply by being close, the two knew everything the other was thinking.

So when Moen raised the potion bottle containing the potion ingredients.

The branches of the sacred tree also drooped, and then a drop of glittering gold fell.

The miracle of gold was born from this.

Now, all it lacks is a drop of blood from an elf.

Looking at the golden miracle in his hand, Moen turned to the girls and said:

"Please forgive me for being so late all these years, and may I ask you to weave a laurel wreath for me by your own hands?"

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Chapter 175 A Miracle Hidden from Sight (3k)

The woman had already passed the girls, staring incredulously at Moen interacting with the sacred tree.

After a brief hesitation, she asked in a daze:

"Who...no, who are you?"

Moen lowered his head and said:

"If you still haven't guessed it by now, then let me postpone the moment of revelation."

"After all, the process of waiting for a surprise is always interesting."

The girls were increasingly moved.

A light began to appear in their eyes.

Who is Moen? They, these women, already have a little dream.

But no one dared to say it aloud, as if saying so would cause this too-fleeting dream to vanish.

For them, the world is too cruel.

So much so that when hope finally arrives, they almost lose the courage to even try to embrace salvation.

After all, before today, they were a group of homeless people who had been abandoned by their parents.

In the soft glow of the sacred tree, the girl who had first met Moen timidly raised her hand and asked:

"But what can we use to make you a laurel wreath? There's nothing here. We're even running out of food to fill our stomachs."

The latter part of that sentence is truly heartbreaking.

Stuck in the King's decree, the sacred tree between the Steelheart Churches could only offer them small protection, but could not bestow any more blessings upon them.

Therefore, even with the protection of the sacred tree, they still lived a difficult life.

After smiling apologetically, Moen pointed to the golden branches overhead and said:

"You can use this."

The girls were immediately alarmed and retreated hastily.

They had never imagined that they would pluck branches and leaves from the sacred tree.

this is too scary.

This is the only sacred tree that is willing to embrace and accept them!

Moen waved his hand and smiled at their resistance and bewilderment:

"Don't worry, that's what she wanted too."

At that moment, the golden sacred tree above Moen's head also emitted a soft, swaying sound.

This made Moen laugh:

"Look, she's saying yes too."

Throughout history, very few people have been able to obtain leaves from the sacred tree.

Only the Eternal King is authorized to pluck and use the branches and leaves of the Sacred Tree.

Before them, the twelve Golden Flower Lords were responsible for making the laurel wreath for the Eternal King.

Once Rose Lorian was given a name, it became her sole responsibility.

However, Moen has now decided to temporarily hand over this honor to them.

It was their own fault that led to the exile of their clansmen.

Since I'm going to take them home, handing them over to them for the time being is the most appropriate choice.

Seeing this, they cautiously gathered around again, but even so, they still asked in hushed tones:

"Is it really possible, sir? Perhaps... perhaps we can't make the laurel wreath you requested?"

Moen smiled gently:

"It is enough that it is woven by you."

These girls are truly courageous in taking action.

Moen also stepped aside, watching them carefully break off branches and leaves from the sacred tree.

Beside Moen, the woman stood somewhat awkwardly behind him.

"You're here to save us, aren't you?"

Moen said strangely:

"Of course, I think I've made myself quite clear, haven't I?"

The woman lowered her head even further:

"It was so unexpected and so wonderful that I still wonder if I'm dreaming."

Her left arm was almost swollen from being pinched.

At the same time, by lowering her head, she finally allowed Moen to see her missing ear.

It wasn't that they were all cut off, but rather that the long, pointed ears that symbolized the elves were cut off.

This made Moen sigh inwardly:

How did you find this place?

“After I escaped, I met another girl in the same situation as me. She told me that deep underground in Meereen, there was a place that belonged to us.”

Moen said, somewhat puzzled:

"How did she know?"

"She said she saw it in a book written in Elvish."

“I did find the sacred tree in Meereen as she said, and these thatched huts were already here when I came.”

Lost in her memories, the woman finally looked up at the thatched hut next to the sacred tree.

It was something that existed before she arrived; clearly, it was something left behind by other girls a long time ago.

This also shows that the protection of the sacred tree began long ago.

"And what about her?"

Mentioning that woman clearly revived her energy considerably.

She said to Moen with great joy:

"She is braver than me, and much more useful than me."

"Because after she told me about this, she said she was going to find other girls and tell them about it. There are eleven of us here now, and if you include me, that makes twelve."

"Besides me, there are six others who came here because of her guidance."

“Although there are twelve of us, we’ve always felt that she’s one of us, so there are actually thirteen of us!”

“Look, in that room over there, there’s a bed and a blanket that were left for her. But she’s been outside the whole time, guiding her other companions to escape here.”

"Moreover, this is why we only have twelve people left now. In the past hundred years or so, we had as many as twenty-one people!"

"Half of them were sent by her, and some she even rescued herself with her own wisdom and courage. The rest were the ones we managed to save from those demons."

"Hope, maps, travel expenses, and food for the journey were all prepared for us by her."

As the woman spoke, she noticed that Moen's expression seemed a little subtle.

It was a look in her eyes that she couldn't describe.

It was a mixture of surprise, delight, gentleness, and many other emotions she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"what happened?"

"No, it's just that, according to you, you should have been here for over a hundred years, right?"

"Yes, I've been here for over 130 years, but I'm useless. I've never been able to properly improve everyone's lives. The demons' blockade is too severe."

"I can't rob those poor, ordinary people."

Her ears drooped as she spoke of the current situation, just like Ms. Lily's.

However, she probably won't be able to fall off the tree on her own like Ms. Lily.

She had actually accumulated considerable wealth, some of which she earned herself, and some of which came from the secret assistance of kind-hearted people, just like that marquis.

However, these assets are generally used for ground-based expenses, such as maintaining intelligence and managing personnel.

After all, she was also a superhuman with a high sequence.

Moen understood the gist of it with just one glance.

These are all things that are easy to guess.

It doesn't require much intelligence.

And that's not what Moen wanted to say:

“That’s not what I meant. I just meant that you’ve been here for over a hundred years, so she should have known about it before you, right?”

Yes, that's for sure.

Moen said with increasing understanding:

"And she always manages to appear among you, scattered all over the world, and tell you a hope, and deliver that hope into your hands?"

"Yes, it's simply a miracle. I really don't know how she did all this. Without her, we have no idea what we would have done."

Moen simply smiled gently at the woman's excitement:

"Perhaps it shouldn't be called a miracle."

"What do you mean?"

Moen wanted to tell her the answer, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said:

"Perhaps it's best for you to come to your own conclusion about the truth."

"Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"