Huh? Are they all real?...

“You are the eyes of the eldest sons, so you are not qualified.”

So the giant eagle departed.

The saint, now alone again, continued his journey on foot until he had traversed the treacherous mountains.

The angels of God's kingdom came, displaying divine grace, and said to the saint:

"Hey, I am a servant of the true God, a follower of the gods in the faith of mortals. I have noble character. Hop on! I'll give you a ride!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the sage resolutely shook his head and said:

"You are only serving mortals; you are not qualified!"

Then the angel departed.

Thus, no earthly nobility, past nobility, or heavenly nobility were qualified to bear sacred objects.

The saint could only carry the sacred object on foot, traversing abysses, deserts, Gobi, and mountains, before finally hiding it in a secluded place unknown to anyone.

Chapter 201 Red Heart Borscht

He did not ride in a carriage, did not choose a mount, and did not use his extraordinary abilities.

He just walked out like that.

Lilith's actions were almost identical to those of the former saint.

They were all carrying something, and they were all traveling on foot.

This made Moen think of some unpleasant things.

The chapel has been sealed off by Meereen City, after all, someone died here, and it's a rather special place like the Church of the Dead.

Fortunately, only this area was sealed off; there was actually no one inside.

So Moen infiltrated very easily.

Without much effort, Moen stood in front of the empty grave that had been dug up.

This place is too conspicuous.

Although everything was dilapidated, there was an empty tomb that had been dug up here.

After a brief gaze, Moen uttered the same words as Lilith had said:

"It really suits you perfectly!"

Elsewhere, they are either enshrined high and enshrined, carefully hidden away, or simply lying unnoticed in some unknown place.

But here, it is actually in the grave where it should be.

After jumping down, Moen bit his fingertip again and then inscribed an ancient magic circle at the bottom of the coffin that had long been forgotten.

Once the magic array is inscribed.

Moen then knew the answer.

It is the left palm.

This made Moen raise his eyebrows slightly:

Why would you pursue this?

"How do you know this?"

She's just a Sequence Four, and what she seeks and pursues is something that even the Lord God of the Steelheart Church, whom she serves, probably doesn't know what it is.

After shaking his head, Moen returned to the top and struck a match, throwing it onto the magic circle.

This should have been futile, but in fact, the almost extinguished match fell into the magic circle and instantly ignited the entire coffin.

Moen just watched quietly as the fire grew.

Once the fire is extinguished and it is confirmed that it will not spread, then...

It was Moen who picked up a shovel and filled the dug-out empty grave back in.

Moen thought it was mostly a waste of time, and that the people of Meereen would probably dig it up again for the sake of the investigation.

But he still did.

There's no other reason than to give an explanation.

For myself, and for everyone.

It is said that in the distant age of gods, before the war of revelation broke out.

The gods once participated in a blasphemous feast.

During the banquet, the sun took away its left hand.

As the sun set, the left hand that the sun had taken away was cut in two by the holy sword.

The arm fell into the abyss, the hand's whereabouts are unknown.

But to Moen's surprise, no one cared about it at all.

With the arrival of the Shadow Sun, the girls were reinstated as fairies.

Any one of them is tens of thousands of times more important than the death of two or three insignificant gravediggers.

So when Meereen remembered this place again and began looking for a new caretaker of the grave.

They didn't even know that someone had died there, let alone that an empty grave had been filled in again.

After all, how could a place where slavery was tacitly accepted possibly think that matters of human life were such a big deal, just like Moen did?

They were just two or three gravekeepers, no one really remembers.

The matter can be perfectly resolved if a few new caretakers are found so that the church for the deceased can continue to operate.

Of course, Moen was unaware of these things.

He had already taken the airship to Qiqiu.

Since he had not returned to the Sacred Tree Forest, the Seven Hills had not yet been attacked by the Pure White Dynasty.

The White King was naturally still by Aurora's side at this moment.

To be honest, there was something Moen had always wanted to know about the White King.

That is, the White King ultimately succumbed to temptation and stood by Aurora's side.

Or did he genuinely choose Aurora?

Or perhaps both?

As for Aurora?

To reiterate, Aurora doesn't love anyone; she only loves herself.

The same applies to the White King.

At least that was the case before she really lost everything.

-

This is a long trip, but fortunately there should be enough time.

Although I was unable to retrieve my Water Gold Card because I did not choose to go to the main venue.

But Moen isn't the type to put all his eggs in one basket.

He also had another sum of money.

Although it's not as much, it's still enough.

So Moen didn't force himself to endure the hardship of standing room only.

Of course, there was no extravagance involved; Moen opted for a second-class ticket.

Luckily, there was a reasonably comfortable single room available for me to rest in.

In his room, Moen didn't order the dinner that came with his ticket; instead, he paid extra for a premium meal.

Given Moen's status, even a so-called superior meal is far from befitting him.

There was no top chef who painstakingly researched every detail of the food, nor was there an archangel or even a goddess personally delivering it to Moen.

In the past, because the helmet couldn't simulate smells, Moen would lean against the goddess's thigh and have the goddess or the archangel she gave him feed him to enjoy the visual experience.

When playing games, you definitely want to experience things you can't experience before.

Such a top-tier enjoyment is naturally incomparable to these other things.

But Moen was very satisfied, not only because Moen wasn't picky about food.

Furthermore, the fact that the chef, who was clearly from the Orsay Peninsula, actually made a bowl of red borscht was even more surprising.

This food originated during the reign of the Blood Dynasty and was consumed by everyone from the Blood Nobles to ordinary people.

They all love this simple and delicious soup.

And

Moen opened the window; it was already night.

Although it wasn't completely dark outside yet.

But it was enough for people to see the stars and the double moon.

Today is a double-month day.

The primordial moon, which hung high in the sky since the time of creation, shone on the world together with the lonely, cold, dark moon.

After a brief silence, Moen closed the window again.

Of the seven seals that sealed the Blood Moon, three were hidden in the Spirit Realm, two were hidden in the mortal world, and of the remaining two, one was guarded by the vampires, and the other was entrusted by Moen to the last dwarf king.

Aurora wanted to release the Blood Moon, but the dwarfs had the last of the seven seals in their hands.

That means the seal left in the vampire clan has been completely destroyed.

The vampires, however, have not reacted to this.

This made Moen extremely concerned and worried.

He wanted to go and see, but the information he received from Baratheon said that the vampires were still the same as before.

After letting out a long sigh, Moen rubbed his temples and took a serious sip of the red borscht in front of him.

The flavor was a bit bland, but that seems to be the true essence of this soup.

The red borscht that Moen always ate was actually made with extra spice to suit his taste.

But why do I remember that taste?!

Moen, who suddenly realized what was happening, froze for a moment.

A moment later, Moen opened the window.

He let the light of the dark moon shine into his room.

In this way, it's as if she's still by my side.

There will be more later; I didn't expect I'd still have to stay up all night.

Chapter 202 Blood Saintess, Light of the Dark Moon

Moen drank the red borscht very, very slowly.

Although she didn't do it, it was enough to evoke many memories.

Perhaps it was the memory that made Moen, who was used to delicacies, think this soup was excessively delicious.

After finishing the last sip with satisfaction, Moen lay down on his bed and rested peacefully.

-

In the early Second Age, the eventual end of Revelation gave all races a precious respite.

The vampires, created as weapons in the later stages of the war, became the biggest winners at the time.

Because they suffer the least damage.