Huh? Are they all real?...

"gentlemen?"

The captain was a little surprised to see Moen speaking like that.

Moen simply smiled at him:

"So let me give it a try, things can't get any worse, can they?"

"Alright, sir."

The captain remembered who Mohn was; he seemed to be a chosen one from Baratheon.

-

Inside the noble mansion at the ferry crossing.

Moen surveyed the room's layout.

The office listed here is the Ferry Terminal Management Office.

But it was actually renovated into the other party's private residence.

It was magnificent and incredibly luxurious.

These guys really haven't changed at all over the years.

And

In the deliberately distorted light of the room, Moendor glanced at the gleaming Holy Lance emblem behind the nobleman.

That is the emblem of the Church of Storms—the Holy Lance Rungominiad.

Most importantly, it lacks the country's emblem.

This situation indicates that the Church of Storms is their state religion!

Rather than the beliefs of the nobility themselves.

This surprised Moen a little.

Last time he came directly to Qiqiu, and he really didn't know anything about the surrounding area.

Even so, he knew that this was an inland area.

So why would a landlocked country, far from the ocean, adopt the Church of Storms as its state religion?!

Even the Holy City of the Church of Storms is located far beyond the ocean of the New World, and the New World itself is separated from here by another continent!

For Moen, this was as absurd as seeing a shark in the desert.

This prompted Moen to ask:

"May I ask if the Church of Storms is your state religion?"

The nobleman glanced back at the prominently displayed holy emblem and said:

"Of course! Didn't you see this magnificent emblem?"

Moen raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Then why won't you let our ship pass?"

"Why can't you pass? I've made it very clear: your pass doesn't match your ship. The pass says this ship belongs to Meereen."

"But we discovered that the ship was registered in the Eastern Roman Empire."

As he spoke, the nobleman held up the documents in front of him and said:

"Oh, right, right, and also, this ship is clearly from the Eastern Roman Empire, but its annual maintenance is done in the Western Roman Empire."

"This is all your own information. It was reasonable for me to stop you and persuade you to return!"

How did the Old World come about with the existence of Eastern and Western Rome?!

I can accept paying tribute to others myself, but why are you all doing it too?!

The other party's explanation surprised Moen even more.

But after a moment, Moen still said:

"In accordance with the expanded covenant"

"At the same time, in accordance with Article 222, Section 3 of the Expanded Covenant, the issue of the airship's manufacturing location and the airship's maintenance location shall not be considered an issue unless the area is in a state of war."

In order to circumvent the alliance, the nobles of that time used up all the ideas that their descendants had accumulated over thousands of years.

At the same time, the nobles who heard this also exclaimed in shock:

"How could there possibly be such a corresponding statement? I think you've just made up this great and sacred covenant! Guards, arrest this madman!"

Seeing that the guards on both sides were about to take action, Moen pointed directly at the clerk next to the nobleman and said:

"He's one of your men, and he's also the person you're responsible for consulting on covenant issues, so why don't you ask him?"

Upon hearing this, the nobleman immediately looked at him, and the clerk hurriedly searched for the places Moen had mentioned.

A moment later, he nodded as if he had seen a ghost.

The nobleman didn't believe it, so he snatched the treaty and read it himself.

A moment later, his face contorted in pain.

How could it really exist?!

"So it's over?"

The nobleman's lips twitched for a moment before he closed the covenant and said:

"According to the covenant, regional lords have discretionary power. I can decide for myself whether or not to detain and persuade your ships to return."

"But that only happens when cult members or contraband are discovered. Or are you going to tell me your country is currently at war?"

Do you want me to tell you which article and section it is?

The nobleman sneered at this:

"No, this is the authority granted to me by the church."

Moen raised an eyebrow and said:

"That church?"

"Of course, it's the great Church of Storms! Our state religion!"

Although he had a vague idea, Moen was still greatly shocked by it.

The covenant was signed by themselves; why would the Church of Storms do such a thing?

Agguwen and the others are still here!

"Would you like to see the certificate the church issued to us?"

Having said that, the nobleman laughed without waiting for anyone's reply:

"Show these country bumpkins what's what!"

A guard immediately stepped forward with the church's certificate.

Moen's gaze was also drawn to it.

It is indeed the official proof from the Church of Storms.

The Storm Emblem, used as a stamp, shone so brightly that even Moen found it a bit dazzling.

It's unlikely that anyone would be crazy enough to use the Storm Church's holy emblem to create such an easily detectable forgery.

So, what happened to the Church of Storms?!

Why would such blatant blasphemy against the Lionheart be allowed to happen? Why would a parish be established in such a remote inland region?

I noticed that Moen's expression was starting to change.

The nobleman immediately laughed and said:

"So, get lost. I have no interest in wasting my breath on you rude bastards. Of course, if you have any new and reasonable evidence, I'd be happy to serve you!"

The guards immediately stepped forward to see the guests off.

The captain sighed helplessly; as expected, he would have to go back and spend money to avoid further trouble.

I hope there won't be a major hemorrhage.

It was at this moment that Moen stood up and reached for his waist.

There is a very obvious revolver there.

This prompted the nobleman to raise an eyebrow and sneer:

"You can't be that stupid, can you?"

But the mockery on the nobleman's face vanished immediately.

Because Moen threw something at his table that was far more than the amount of weaponry he had prepared.

A gold cross medal.

"Oh, you want to apologize? I'm very magnanimous, I forgive you!"

The nobleman, without even recognizing what it was, picked it up and began to play with it.

But the clerk next to him was almost scared out of his wits.

Seeing that his master really intended to put it away, he hurriedly tugged at the other's sleeve and said:

"My lord, that, that medal is Baratheon's Medal of Honor!"

"From the Baratheon Dynasty?!"

The voices of the nobility have all changed.

"Yes, that's a very high-ranking medal, second only to the Order of Glory personally awarded by Her Majesty the Goddess! This one might even have been personally awarded to this gentleman by a cabinet minister!"

Cold sweat immediately broke out on the nobleman's face.

The guards all quickly retreated.

The Baratheon Empire isn't something people pay much attention to because it's too far away.

But the Baratheon dynasty was different, because they were too powerful!

After hastily wiping the medal on his body several times, the nobleman handed it over with a fawning smile.

"My lord, I... I am truly terrible at judging things, so please take it back!"

For a high-ranking figure from a dynasty, let alone a minor nobleman from a small country like him, even a high-ranking nobleman from an empire would have to carefully consider the matter.

After Moen retrieved the medal, he asked:

"Tell me, what happened to the Church of Storms?"

The nobleman, somewhat puzzled, asked:

"what did you say?"

"I'm asking why the Church of Storms allows you to do such blasphemous things?"

The nobleman's face was covered in cold sweat.

You can't just say things like that!

Even though everyone has done it and knows it, it's wrong to say it out loud!

He wiped his sweat while forcing a smile:

"Sir, you have wronged us! We... we were just following the church's instructions!"

"Instructions from the church?"

"Yes, it's an instruction from the church!"

"The church elders have said that we need to carefully inspect the ships at the ferry crossing, and not let some ships that were allowed in the past but are actually not allowed pass by irresponsibly."

The nobleman spoke very tactfully.

As a minor figure, he clearly couldn't afford to offend either side.

But the meaning is clear: this is the wealth that the Church of Storms allowed them to plunder.

But that's becoming increasingly blasphemous!