Huh? Are they all real?...

Chapter 309 The Sun Finally Rises (3k)

Denise's answer carried an indescribable weight.

The answer was so profound that even Moen didn't know how to respond.

After a long, long gaze, he could only gently pull Denise into his arms.

"Thank you."

The Sun Also Rises.

But everyone knew that the world had changed in the New World.

The return of the Lionheart signifies the complete end of the Church's extortionate practices.

The destruction of Camelot is the best proof of this.

That once sacred, yet later corrupt, city of sin easily vanished from the map of the New World.

Then there's no need to even mention the other depravity and decay that clings to Camelot.

Outside the old mines of Rodgerns.

Because they were confined to this place and not allowed to leave, the laborers in the old mine were among the few who didn't know what was happening outside.

All they knew was that it seemed very noisy outside last night.

Then, when they woke up in the morning, they were alarmed to find that all the guards were gone.

Judging from the open camp gates and various traces, the laborers determined that the guards had escaped under cover of darkness the previous night.

But why did they run away?

This was a question that the laborers couldn't figure out how to answer.

Because of their fear of the church, they dared not leave the camp.

They were afraid that this was yet another trick to manipulate them.

This isn't just their overthinking; it actually happened before.

Bored, the guards deliberately let them go, then chuckled as they hunted them down.

Therefore, even with the camp gates wide open and the area in front of them filled with laborers, they could only cower and watch anxiously.

They continued until they saw a man and a woman approaching from afar.

This scene caused the laborers to instinctively back away.

They thought a new regulator had arrived.

But gradually, some sharp-eyed laborers pointed in astonishment at the two figures walking towards them.

"Oh my god, yes, yes."

The sharp-eyed laborer's lips trembled, his voice hoarse and broken from extreme excitement, each word seeming to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his soul. His eyes were wide open, filled with a light that was a mixture of awe and ecstasy, so intense that it seemed to burn away all the darkness around him in an instant.

Finally, his legs gave way, and he knelt down with a thud. He raised his hands high and bowed tremblingly toward the two figures, muttering prayers that were hard for others to understand. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his weathered face, easily wetting the parched ground beneath him.

The other laborers also came to their senses, and in an instant, the sound of kneeling echoed one after another in the field. Everyone prostrated themselves on the ground like wheat blown down by the wind, not daring to be negligent or disrespectful in the slightest.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and some even sobbed from excessive excitement. Every face was filled with awe, surprise, and the ecstatic joy of suddenly grasping a lifeline in the abyss of despair at the arrival of the supreme being.

They had been waiting for this day for far too long.

The long night that had shrouded this continent had finally ended.

The sun has risen!

When Moen and the goddess walked up to them...

They all lowered their heads again, pressing them firmly to the ground. They finally understood why the guards had suddenly fled.

Because the two emperors have finally returned!

Looking at them like this, the king couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The Supreme Being spoke from the bottom of his heart to these men of unspeakable hard laborers:

"I'm sorry I got back so late."

The silent, kneeling crowd suddenly trembled.

In the past, let alone anyone apologizing to them, no one even cared about their lives.

Anyway, they were just a bunch of laborers; if they died, a few more would just be randomly grabbed from outside to fill the gaps.

But now, a supreme being before whom even popes and angels can only kneel in awe is apologizing to them, mere mortals?

Some people even couldn't help but raise their heads, wanting to see if they were seeing things and had mistaken the person they absolutely couldn't mistake.

But that's right, no matter how they look at it, those are the two supreme beings they have worshipped since birth.

A goddess as proud as a lion, with the heart of a proud lion.

"Don't worry, it is indeed me. I'm back. I, Richard Aquitaine the Lionheart, am back."

"And I also want to assure you that this will not happen again, never again."

After receiving the king's guarantee, almost everyone in the crowd burst into tears.

They thought they had no hope at all.

Amid the cries of the crowd.

Moen continued:

"Also, if you're not far from home, you can go back now. If you're a bit far, you can wait here first."

"You can use the food and supplies that are being guarded as you please. I will soon begin to restore order and then arrange for people to handle your compensation and return home."

Before Moen could continue, the people cried even louder.

"Your Majesty!"

Looking at this crowd, Moen was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He knew they were too excited, after all, this was almost a life-saving opportunity.

But why does this feel like they're crying because he suddenly passed away?

With a helpless amusement, Moen could only wait until the crowd's emotions had calmed down slightly before asking them:

"So, who is it, the father of that child?"

Without even asking, Moen saw the man with a hideous scar on his face.

The man who was singled out by the Supreme Being looked around in surprise.

He couldn't believe that the Supreme One was referring to an ordinary person like himself.

But because it seems to involve his own child.

So the man still bravely asked:

"Your Majesty, are you referring to my son?"

"Yes, a very brave boy who is only seven years old. He lives in a fishing village by the sea, a village so small that it doesn't even have a name for me to call. So, it's you, right?"

The man had already risen in utter bewilderment:

"Yes, Your Majesty, but how could my son possibly have any relation to you?"

After a brief moment of thought, Moen said:

"He was the first to greet me, and he also made a wish to me, saying that he hoped I could take you back."

"So, let's go, I'll take you to see him."

Upon hearing that he would be taken back to his son, the man pushed through the crowd almost without hesitation and came to Moen's side:

"Your Majesty, please take me there! Please take me back to my child! He must be so worried about me!"

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When Moen led the man back to the badly weathered temple.

The seal brought by the Ice Pegasus was also completely melted away.

The child was sealed away at the time, partly to wait for the reunion now, and partly because Moen had no better way to save him at the time.

The only option is for the Ice Pegasus to seal him away.

Now, Moen has not only brought back his father, but also his goddess.

So there's no need to worry.

When the gentle breeze caressed the child's body, the child, who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, slowly awoke as his body and mind gradually recovered.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a familiar embrace pulled him tightly into a hug.

After a moment of stunned silence, the boy asked incredulously:

"Dad, is that you? Dad?"

The man hugged the child tightly, feeling both heartache and joy, while continuing to answer him.

"It's me, my poor child, it's me, I'm back! The two empires brought me back!"

The boy was overjoyed by his father's return, but his memories were still stuck in that deep, dark night, and he couldn't understand the situation he was in.

Didn't he make a deal with the devil?

And wasn't it nighttime at the time?

What's the situation now?

Looking at the boy who couldn't understand the current situation at all.

Moen smiled, stepped forward, and squatted down in front of him, saying:

“I have made those people pay with their blood, child.”

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes widened instantly.

But Moen chuckled and shook his head at him.

Smashing one's own king's statue is nothing, and Moen doesn't care about that. Moen can also publicly pardon the boy's sins. However, blasphemy against the king is ultimately the most terrible crime in this world.

Therefore, it's best not to let the boy's father or anyone else know.

After all, humans are creatures that tend to overthink.

The boy was also very clever; he immediately realized everything.

Then she tightly shut her mouth and, somewhat frightened, hid in her father's arms.

He is, after all, just a seven-year-old child, and that precociousness will never change.

"And also, can you forgive me for coming home so late, child?"

The boy's father did not hear these words; from the very beginning, the gentle breeze had separated Moen and the boy's voices from this world.

Otherwise, the boy's father would have noticed Wang standing behind him much earlier.

As mentioned earlier, it's best not to let others know many things.

Whether it's blasphemy or summoning demons or something.

The best outcome was that the boy was the first to welcome Moen's return and made his wish to the king.

The slightly frightened boy poked his head out again and nodded slightly to Moen.

Moen chuckled and gently patted the boy's head.

Only then did the boy's father realize with surprise that Wang was right behind him.

He hurriedly released his child and prepared to kneel down before Moen with him.

But Moen stopped him.

"No need, it's your time now."

The man still insisted on bringing his child to worship.

Moen had no choice but to let him go.

This is also the reason why he intends to conceal the boy's actions.