Huh? Are they all real?...

The tavern owner turned around, puzzled, and said:

"Don't you know the city has been under lockdown for a long time? So how could my boss possibly be here?"

Moen looked at him and said:

“I have what strangers want most, so your boss can’t be not here. Call him over and let me talk to him directly.”

The tavern owner looked at Moen with a mix of helplessness and amusement, the meaning clear—you're really overthinking it.

But after it remained like this for quite a while...

Seeing that Moen was still the same, he awkwardly ended his performance.

"Okay, you guessed it, our boss did come, and he said you would definitely come and would know he was coming."

"To be honest, you made me lose a full one hundred gold coins."

To the tavern owner's rambling, Moen said directly:

"That has nothing to do with us."

What might have been a mere shrug for the tavern owner turned into a smile for the girl, especially with the addition of "men."

Wait until you pass through that wooden door again.

The tavern owner then threw a bag of gold coins out.

The person who caught the gold coins also removed their human skin mask, revealing a very cold and aloof face.

She was an absolute beauty.

It is full of the aggressive beauty of desert peoples.

The leader of this black market guild is actually a woman!

There were nearly a hundred people here, making the warehouse, which was already quite large, a bit crowded.

But Moen raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched.

It wasn't because the nearly one hundred people here were all time travelers that I was surprised.

Instead, he thought that the elven transmigrator who couldn't climb trees and the vampire transmigrator who was serving his life in prison were already quite surprising.

This is also quite unexpected.

This was the first time he had encountered a transmigrator whose gender didn't match his original gender!

He even recognized the person in front of him; it was the mayor of their city of Truth!

So Moen looked directly at the mayor, whom he couldn't quite place, and said in a couplet:

“I thought it was another member of the Heather family, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. Sir, you have surprised me.”

The meaning was so obvious that even this extremely aggressive beauty was taken aback.

Does this guy know too much?!

The tavern owner chuckled and said:

"What sir? Can't you tell our boss is a woman?"

The tavern owner, suddenly realizing what was happening, looked at his boss in astonishment, while the other man silently turned his head away.

The answer is already obvious.

This reaction made Moen a little embarrassed, and he said:

"I'm sorry, I assumed you, as your companions, knew this. After all, it seems you've known each other for at least a long time."

The woman coughed once and calmly said it was nothing.

But the tavern owner and many of the other men said, looking completely dejected:

"Let's go outside for a bit; we probably just need some peace and quiet."

It's clear that this group of poor guys have suffered a huge emotional blow; I just don't know if they're heartbroken or in even worse shape.

From the beginning, I hope they were just heartbroken.

For the first time, Moen prayed to the Great Origin for something so absurd yet undeniably sad.

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After silently praying for those unfortunate souls who had no idea what kind of mental storm they had encountered.

Moen then looked seriously at the mayor in front of him.

It feels like a serious person I used to see on TV from time to time is now appearing in front of me with this kind of face.

To be honest, even Moen felt he was about to break down.

After coughing, Moen, finally regaining his composure, asked the mayor:

"Why did you bring so many people with you to see me?"

There are nearly a hundred transmigrators here, and Mo En would believe it if you said that this was more than half of the transmigrators in the New World.

The mayor slightly furrowed her very beautiful brows. Moen had already adjusted his mood and, having seen far more beautiful scenery, he didn't feel anything.

But the tavern owner, who had just entered, ran away crying.

She cried loudly and without any attempt to hide it.

It seems he is truly heartbroken.

This incident seemed to have made even the mayor lower his head.

At the same time, Moen couldn't help but ask the tavern owner, who was running away crying:

"May I ask what you did to him?"

The mayor's delicate eyebrows arched slightly, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. On his refined face, a pair of bright and deep eyes, like a clear spring, exuded an undeniable air of authority.

A moment later, she slowly raised her slender fingers and gently rubbed her brow.

Under the bright lights of the underground warehouse, her casual yet impeccably stylish outfit perfectly accentuated her graceful figure. Her long, glossy black hair was styled in an updo, with a few stray strands falling beside her fair cheeks, adding to her soft and feminine charm.

This woman, who appears aggressive and breathtakingly beautiful, inadvertently reveals an intelligence and elegance that is completely different from her outward appearance.

It seems that in the past five years, she probably hasn't encountered any problems that would cause her any distress.

But at this moment, she sighed deeply and put down her hand that was rubbing her temples, saying:

"I didn't do anything."

Although she didn't say more, Moen had a deep understanding of what had happened inside.

She is indeed a beautiful woman who easily inspires fantasies.

Their outward appearance and inner self are so contradictory.

"I think I understand now, so my previous question was?"

The mayor frowned again and looked at Moen, saying:

"Five years ago, no, it's been six years now. Six years ago, the first batch of transmigrators were pulled into this strange and bizarre world."

"The second batch was sent here four years ago, and the third batch was sent here two years ago."

"I am a public servant, and after learning that other companions were accidentally brought here, and that this place really can kill us, who are separated by a world."

"I set up this underground chamber of commerce with the aim of protecting and uniting us unlucky souls who have been implicated by some big shot as much as possible."

The time traveler's appearance was for the purpose of recalling a very important figure from the Human Alliance.

After six years of exploration, this has basically become a consensus among time travelers.

Moen slightly shifted his gaze.

Although the source of the time travel has not yet been found, based on current knowledge, the important figure who implicated them is probably him.

"I deeply admire your sense of responsibility, sir. So, you brought these men with you, perhaps?"

The mayor looked at Moen seriously and asked:

“We believed you were one of us, so to show our sincerity, I gathered all the comrades I could to invite you to join us, as is customary. But now, I’m having second thoughts. You don’t seem like one of us. Who are you, really?”

Moen didn't answer that question, but instead looked at the people behind her and said:

"Isn't this too risky? Your organization is trying to protect more transmigrators, and it's one thing to gather everyone together, but in a place like this? Shouldn't you be more open about this?"

It's clearly not right for them to accept so many people who don't even know if they want to join, or even if they are companions.

Moen initially thought he would meet the other person in person.

The mayor answered the question without much hesitation.

“Okay, that is indeed an obvious issue. Security. We came here for security.”

This answer left both Moen and Lily somewhat puzzled.

The city of Rodgrance is now clearly a very dangerous place.

Why come here seeking safety?

After a moment's thought, Moen tentatively asked:

"Is there something or some force watching you that needs to be kept away from the church?"

"You're right."

"What is it?"

The mayor shook his head and said:

"I've already told you a lot for free, so it's your turn to show your appreciation. Tell me, were you and your companions the ones who killed the Patriarch?"

As her gaze fell upon Lily, she raised an eyebrow and said:

"An elf, and he looks like a genuine high elf. Good heavens, how could he not have recognized him? Elf, human, High Patriarch, if I had known you had a high elf by your side, I certainly wouldn't have come here."

"At least I won't be bringing everyone along."

Elves are an extremely xenophobic race, so it's one thing for them to appear among humans.

The problem is that these two people are probably the assassins who killed the Patriarch.

This easily leads people to overthink.

After all, she found it hard to imagine that someone would assassinate the Patriarch of the Church of God without the prompting of any major power.

This is also the reason why the young cardinal was so interested and began to take action.

It's illogical for an assassin to be a lone individual with no affiliation!

Moen glanced at the girl who kept her ears hidden under her hood and said:

"Yes, it was the Patriarch we assassinated."

The mayor rubbed his temples again:

“What you have is very valuable to us, but you have also really dragged us into a very troublesome matter.”

Moen's affirmative answer made the mayor pause for a moment to think.

She could already foresee the church's madness.

Although they had made some preparations, she was still a little worried about suddenly facing this behemoth.

After careful consideration, she asked Moen:

"You can choose not to answer or answer selectively, but this is related to whether we are willing to continue to cooperate with you, so please consider your answer carefully."

A small clock was placed on the table by a time traveler; it was probably some kind of extraordinary tool used for lie detection.

Moen didn't know the exact origin of this thing, but it didn't look newly made; it was probably produced from some ruins.

"can."

Moen replied, having averted his gaze.

The mayor then asked seriously:

"Why assassinate the Patriarch? Is this the beginning of a holy war?"

Regarding these two crucial questions, Moen did not hide anything and said: