Huh? Are they all real?...

After stepping over the blasphemous number six, he arrived at the frozen boy.

The late-arriving king knelt on one knee before the boy and said to him:

"The only reward I ask of you is your forgiveness. I'm sorry, child, I've come back too late."

"When I return, I will show you your father and a whole new world."

"I swear by my name and by all my love for the goddess, my child!"

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Ms. Lily, who had already arrived in the New World, was cleaning the idol in front of her.

She had almost no money left.

She donated all the money she had saved to support the warriors who went to the Old World to fight against the demons.

She had thought about the past, but ultimately gave up.

Because she found that she didn't have the courage.

They lack the courage to risk their lives for strangers.

So now, without even enough money to stay in a hotel, she has no choice but to spend the night in the wild.

Fortunately, she found a dilapidated church.

Feeling she shouldn't stay for free, she took the initiative to clean the statues in the church.

To be honest, this was the first time Lily had ever seen a statue covered in moss and vines.

Although she had seen many similar statues in the Sacred Tree Forest, those were not climbed up because no one cared for them; they were clearly artistic creations.

It is a perfect embodiment of the elves' aesthetic sense and skills.

And this one here, she couldn't even determine whose idol it was.

It has been severely eroded by plants.

It can only be barely determined that this is a statue of a goddess.

Considering this is a new continent, the main area of ​​influence of the Church of Storms, it might be the Goddess of Storms?

Ms. Lily wasn't quite sure, but she felt it should be.

After removing a large amount of vines, Ms. Lily was finally able to see the face of the statue clearly.

It does indeed look like the Storm Goddess.

But it was quite different from the Storm Goddess statue she had seen before.

This one seems a bit different.

Ms. Lily couldn't quite put her finger on what was different about it.

That's how I feel.

After a brief moment of gazing, Ms. Lily turned her gaze away and prayed to the statue:

"Alright, Your Majesty the Goddess, I have cleaned your statues, so I humbly request that you grant me permission to stay at your feet."

"Your silence means you agree!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Lily saw the moonlight above her head completely dim, and before she could react, she heard the sound of surging waves outside, almost like a tsunami.

Even the candle she lit went out instantly.

"What? Your Majesty, I didn't do anything blasphemous! I even cleaned the idols for you!"

Ms. Lily was really frightened.

Having no idea what was happening on the other side, she naturally assumed that she might have offended the goddess.

But how did she offend the goddess?

Just because you wanted to stay somewhere?

That doesn't make sense, does it?

What kind of blasphemy have those clergymen from the Storm Church doing? Why don't they come after me instead of them?!

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Because the terrifying sound of water subsided quickly.

The candles that had just been extinguished were also relit.

Everything happened so fast it was as bizarre as if she had just been dreaming.

This made Ms. Lily feel uncertain and puzzled.

She could only tentatively look at the goddess statue and say:

"Um, you weren't looking for me, were you?"

Naturally, no one answered her.

So, Ms. Lily could only fall asleep leaning against the goddess statue amidst her startled state.

She's been working tirelessly for several nights to save money again, and tonight she really wants to get a good night's sleep.

She was probably too tired, because she fell asleep peacefully as soon as she closed her eyes.

As the sun rises from the horizon.

The beautiful elf with the nimble ears is no longer here. In front of the statue that Ms. Lily carefully cleaned, a moon-white longbow was left behind.

Chapter 280 The King Met the Goddess, Moen Met the Girl (3k)

The white ice pegasus has already returned.

Now only Moen is acting alone.

He has already learned some basic information from the fishing village and has also made preliminary plans.

We are now preparing to implement the first step of this plan.

The location here is not much different from Moen's memory.

This is the province of Rendinium, which belongs to the York Empire. Further ahead is Rodgerence, the main city of the region.

It is also one of the most prominent cities in the entire York Empire and even the New World.

Because this is where the Rodgrunt Cathedral is located.

She stands atop a hill outside the city of Rodgerens, once a sanctuary in memory of Augustus, but after the Lionheart first encountered Rungomminiad, the goddess of the Holy Lance, there.

The Church of Rodgrance was converted into a church dedicated to the goddess by the followers of the Church of Storms.

In other words, this is where Moen first encountered Rungomminiad, the goddess of the Holy Lance.

Of course, this was in the capacity of Richard the Lionheart.

It was precisely because of this highly religious aspect that the city of Rodgerns developed.

To this day, it is almost the benchmark for the southeastern region of the New World.

It is a center that combines faith, economy, and military.

This was also the first step that Moen took.

Looking ahead at the city of Rodgerns.

Even Moen was momentarily dazed. He remembered that when he was still King Lionheart, this place was just a small settlement that had just begun to develop.

Although there are signs of progress towards becoming a city, it seems that it will take decades or even centuries.

Unexpectedly, when I saw it again, the former settlement had developed into the magnificent city it is today.

At the same time, Moen's gaze involuntarily turned toward a direction from a certain memory.

He was looking for the Rodgrance Great Cathedral.

That was the place where he first met Denise.

This place holds a very special meaning for both him and the goddess.

Choosing this place as his first stop truly made Moen reflect on the unpredictability of fate.

Soon, Moen saw the Great Cathedral on a hilltop city that had been completely transformed.

Countless tourists, pilgrims, and ordinary people were all moving upwards along the winding yet magnificent mountain path in Moen's sight.

Moen had no intention of going there. He simply gazed at the Grand Cathedral for a moment before preparing to head into the city.

This was indeed the place where he first met the goddess.

So this place is very special to him.

But that was in the past, and now...

Now, not only is there no goddess here, but this place has also become a filthy place where the corrupt continue to exploit and drain the marrow of the body.

Moen had no interest in looking at him more than once.

However, because the road into the city was at the foot of the Great Cathedral, Moen was stopped by the crowd when he passed by.

Because of his limited field of vision, he couldn't see that there were so many people here.

By the time you see it, it's too late to turn back.

They could only helplessly be swept along by the crowd.

Once swept up by the crowd and reaching the foot of the mountain, Moen finally understood why the crowd was so congested.

Because most of the people here come for the grand cathedral at the top of the mountain.

However, extremely strict access control was set up at the entrance.

It is guarded by many church knights and clergy, and one must pay a high price as an admission ticket to go up.

Moreover, if Moen remembered correctly, he seemed to have seen several similar access gates on the mountainside and other places when he came.

Have these people really gone this far in amassing wealth?

Although he had prepared beforehand, Moen was still a little taken aback when he actually saw it.

However, since the crowd was all heading towards the entrance, Moen was also swept along.

This gave Moen an even bigger headache; there was no way he could do anything about these people.

He had no intention of going to the place that made him feel even more nauseous.

Where there are no goddesses, there is only greed.

He could only try his best to squeeze in the opposite direction.

But at times like these, Moen felt increasingly that his approach was too extreme.

If they don't use their abilities, they are no different from ordinary people.

If used, it can unleash power far exceeding that of normal means.

So at this moment, all he could do was look at the sky being swallowed up by the crowd and sigh.

Then, a hand that was warm but slightly cool grasped him.

The sensation of that instant left Moen somewhat dazed.

who is it?

Looks familiar?

Immediately, Moen was led by the owner of this hand through the overly crowded crowd.

The crowd that had just left Moen helpless now seemed to be nonexistent in front of him, allowing him to pass through at will.

Or rather, it's like a nimble breeze.

Moen felt a whooshing sound in his ears, and the scenery around him rushed past like a streak of light. The owner of that hand moved with light and agile steps, each step perfectly avoiding others, and skillfully leading Moen through the gaps in the crowd. Moen's eyes followed the figure closely, his heart filled with surprise and confusion.

It was the back view of a girl, a back view that Moen found both familiar and unfamiliar.

Moen felt certain he had seen this figure before, yet it seemed different from what he was seeing now.

This feeling is unusually wonderful and hard to describe.