Huh? Are they all real?...

Dunkirk shrine was the place where the Knights of the Round Table first gathered.

This is the place where Lionheart established the Round Table.

If the round table were responsive, things wouldn't be like this.

Upon hearing this, the tavern owner gasped in shock:

"Could it be that even with the king's return, this matter is still not over?"

The mayor sighed and said:

"I don't know, but I'm afraid... What were we just talking about?"

The mayor, who had suddenly become confused halfway through his speech, asked the tavern owner behind him what she had just said.

The tavern owner looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Huh? Boss, weren't we talking about the round table?"

A moment later, the tavern owner suddenly realized:

"Ah, boss, I get it. You mean we should pretend we never discovered this, right?"

That's true. Although they had met two supreme beings, it was best for them, as insignificant outsiders, to stay out of such important matters.

But to his surprise, the mayor's expression became increasingly bewildered:

What is a round table?

Among the many transmigrators, the mayor, one of the few who reached Sequence Five on his own, rubbed his temples and said:

Were we just talking about going back and getting a round table?

The tavern owner was taken aback and said:

"Boss, you really don't know what you just said?"

"Otherwise, why would I ask you?"

The tavern owner suddenly felt a chill engulf his entire body.

How could I not remember?

He hurriedly grabbed the mayor's arm and pointed to the burning church, saying:

"The Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table founded by King Lionheart! Do you remember this?"

The tavern owner was trying to remind his boss of these things, or perhaps he was seeking a sense of security.

But the mayor, after frowning his handsome brows, shook his head regretfully and said:

"I'm sorry, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. His Majesty the Lionheart certainly has his own knightly order, but where did you get the idea that they're called the Knights of the Round Table?"

Sensing something was wrong, the tavern owner grabbed a cheering passerby and asked:

"The Knights of the Round Table, do you know the Knights of the Round Table?"

The passerby he had stopped looked him up and down in surprise and said:

"Of course, those are our king's most proud knights! And if you don't know about the Great Round Table, then why are you here? Aren't you here for the Dunkirk sanctuary?"

The answer was equally unexpected. The tavern owner, who had thought the other party wouldn't know either, was almost in tears as he grabbed the mayor and said:

"Look, boss, this is it, this is what we were just talking about. The Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table of King Lionheart!"

The mayor's expression grew increasingly bewildered:

"Sorry, I still don't remember anything about it."

The tavern owner hurriedly said to the passersby:

"Quickly, quickly, tell her about the round table!"

To the tavern owner's utter astonishment, the passerby, who had been so familiar with the round table just moments before, now looked equally bewildered.

"Round table? What round table?"

The tavern owner exclaimed:

"The Round Table of Lionheart!"

"Ah, the round table in the Great Cathedral of Camelot, isn't it? That symbolizes the equality of all those present, which is one of the King's most celebrated stories."

"What about the Knights of the Round Table?"

The passerby suddenly shook his head and said:

"never heard of that."

The tavern owner panicked and, like a madman, grabbed a passerby and asked:

"Didn't you just say that the sanctuary, this sanctuary? Tell me, what is its origin?"

A passerby glanced fearfully at the somewhat frantic tavern owner and said:

"This is the Dunkirk shrine, the last jewel of the Seven Stones. Uh, that's what the journals say. No, I don't know anything else. Ask someone else!"

After saying that, the passerby shoved aside the obviously suspicious tavern owner and ran away.

This reaction caused the tavern owner to break out in a cold sweat.

How can this be?

The things we were just talking about were completely forgotten in the blink of an eye.

This somewhat familiar sense of dread suddenly made the tavern owner shudder as he remembered something.

He frantically rummaged through his clothes and found a pendant.

The crown on the tombstone appeared exceptionally sacred in the firelight.

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The problem that the transmigrators had noticed, Moen naturally noticed as well.

He stood up abruptly from the throne and looked behind him.

They looked toward the border of the Storm Parish, which was in the central part of the New World.

Since the Round Table was driven out of the Holy City.

The Knights of the Round Table have been gathered at the border of the Storm Parish, striving to maintain the last shred of dignity for the Church of Storm and their monarch.

In that small fishing village, the arrogant priest let the boy go after hearing that he was really just a child, also because of the Round Table.

This is the bottom line that the Round Table has barely maintained after countless failed struggles.

But now, the round table seems to have disappeared, remaining silent.

After gazing at the goddess for a moment, Moen said:

"Denise."

"Ah."

Perhaps because the possession had ended, the goddess's face no longer possessed the rich expressions she had when she was still a girl.

Her face was now completely calm.

However, there is one thing that is exactly the same as when she was a girl, and that is when she looked at Moen.

Her lips will always be upturned from the bottom of her heart.

Do you know how Tristan and the others are doing now?

But the goddess's answer left Moen stunned and turning around:

Who is Tristan?

“Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, whom I personally knighted, you were by my side at the time.”

Seeing the king's words, the goddess tried hard to recall everything.

But in the end, the goddess still shook her head and said:

"I don't remember."

This reaction made Moen realize something instantly.

He asked again:

"And what about Agguiwen?"

"I don't remember."

The goddess shook her head again.

"What about the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Sorry, I still don't remember."

Having roughly confirmed the situation, Moen went straight to asking the final question:

"Do you remember where the borders of the Church of Storms are?"

"of course."

"Take me there now."

With a gentle tap of the holy spear, the goddess's embrace transformed from a sleeping girl into her beloved king.

Then, the goddess appeared in the center of the New World, carrying Moen.

This is the border of Storm Parish.

It is also the location of the Knights of the Round Table in Moen's memory, and the last pure land in the Storm Parish—Avalon.

But now, there are no Knights of the Round Table, no residents, not even a city.

The only thing here is a vast expanse of lush green fields.

Chapter 306 The Three Great Sin Dragons (4k)

Looking at everything before him, after a moment of silence, Moen finally uttered a deep, resonant sentence:

"It's not just Fafnir's dragon."

Dragons committed a great sin because they attempted to possess a dragon god who was not permitted to exist.

But this alone is not enough to incur a grave sin, a curse, or an unforgivable punishment.

The sins committed by the dragons are far more terrible.

After recalling what happened back then, even Moen felt that they were far too audacious.

There are very few things in this world that can truly shock Moen, after all, he has witnessed far too much in the world.

But the crimes committed by the dragons were so outrageous that Moen had only ever seen them once before and could never imagine them again.

But that doesn't matter anymore, because no matter how serious the crimes committed by the dragons were, they happened countless years ago.

That has nothing to do with the present, but because of what the dragons did back then, Moen now understands what they are doing almost immediately.

It's certainly not as exaggerated as it was back then, but the process itself seems to have remained exactly the same.

Fafnir, who devours hearts; Azadron, who devours the past; Linde, who devours reality.

Only the combined power of these three great sinful dragons could bring about all this.

Despite hearing Moen's voice, the goddess who had been holding him showed no interest in asking any questions.

Just like back then.

Unlike other goddesses, she rarely spoke when she was by Moen's side, whether as the Holy Lance or as Denise.

Among the four sacred artifacts, she, like the sacred tree, possessed both a physical form and a mind.

However, it was not the primordial, like the sacred tree, that gave her all this, but her eldest sons.

The eldest sons hoped that the addition of the Holy Lance would rewrite the dire situation of the war.

Therefore, she is still essentially a weapon, only one that possesses extremely high intelligence and autonomy.

Weapons have neither the capacity nor the need for emotions, so she remained silent.

Even after having his own queen, this was still the case.