Huh? Are they all real?...

There's nothing special about Bobo Village, so the other party definitely isn't coming towards Bobo Village.

The boy was quite certain of this.

Moen chuckled and said:

"It wasn't just passing through the Western Canada Plain; I wanted to go to the northern part of the Western Canada Plain to see the tomb of the sun."

Although Moen later buried all his eldest sons in the Valley of the Monuments.

But that happened a long time later.

before that.

The remains of the eldest sons are usually left in their tombs or at the place of their death.

The eldest son who dies earlier is usually buried in a mausoleum, because his other brothers will bury him.

However, as the number of remaining eldest sons dwindled, the intensity of the wars became increasingly extreme.

The eldest son who dies is usually left unattended in the place of death.

After all, the only person who could possibly collect the eldest son's body was another eldest son.

Others, even the later true gods, would hesitate because of the overwhelming residual power.

It is important to know that many firstborn sons still retain the original blessing.

That was a treasure that the subsequent true gods could only envy.

As for the sun, since it is still the middle of the Age of Gods, it was buried in a tomb.

However, to Moen's surprise, the boy looked at him strangely and said:

"But the sun was buried in the southern part of the Gazette Plain."

"south?"

Are you sure? About the child?

Moen didn't think the boy had misremembered.

The death of a god is a very significant event for believers.

Especially considering that the sun had only been dead for a year, it would be even less likely that such a basic question would be wrong.

The vast difference between the two sides was evident simply from Moen's impeccable attire.

The boy involuntarily shrank his neck.

Moen's tone wasn't harsh; it was just that the boy was subconsciously afraid he had misremembered.

So after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said:

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong. Everyone in the village, everyone we've met before, says the same thing: the sun was buried in the southern spiked mountains. Because that's where the western plains are closest to the sky."

The boy's answer made Moen raise his eyebrows slightly.

He clearly remembered that the sun was buried in Golden Spring, north of the Western Plains, because that was where the proud sun met its queen.

So, what's going on?

The death of the sun had nothing to do with Moen, so this part of history was something Moen had only heard about.

Or rather, this just happens to be a gap in Moen's many identities.

The fact that the situation was completely different from what he knew made Moen fall into deep thought.

He was quite certain that the sun was buried in Jinquan.

Because he later moved the other person's remains into the Stele Valley.

That's absolutely true.

So what's going on with this child's cognition?

"Child, what time is it now?"

"If you're asking about a specific time, I can only say it's almost noon now."

After saying this, the boy touched his stomach.

The candy I just ate was obviously not enough to fill me up, and because I had ingested some nutrients, my stomach, which was still able to hold on for a while, is now protesting loudly.

"No, child, that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what year it is and what season it is."

"this?"

The boy clearly hadn't expected anyone to be so clueless about the year. But he still answered Moen truthfully:

"Well, it's the year 3214 in the solar calendar now, and it's winter. But I've never seen any snow."

"The year 3214 of the solar calendar? You've never seen snow?"

"Yes, sir, I have never seen snow, nor have the people in our village. We have only heard about snow from travelers from afar."

The Western Plains are the sun's domain.

That came from his brother's grace.

The First One gave the sky, the earth, the sea, and time to his firstborn son.

Although the other firstborn sons were sent by the Primordial One to maintain this precious world, they did not have their own territory.

Therefore, their brother gave them his land.

The eldest sons all regarded this as a great honor.

Even so, they ultimately chose to rebel against their brother.

Under such circumstances, the sun will basically not leave the West Coast plain unless there is something to do.

Therefore, the Western California Plain, which is located in the cold zone, has never had the concept of snow or cold.

In the extraordinary world, the weather rarely depends on the temperature zone.

It depends more on what the gods who govern this place think.

However, the sun has already set.

Why has it never snowed here?

This is the coldest part of the frigid zone. It's not normal for it to snow even in summer, let alone in winter.

Moen even remembered that the extinction of the Bobo was due to the departure of the sun, which made them unable to adapt to the increasingly harsh Gazelle Plain.

Does this mean that the sun is not dead?

The history of the Age of Gods was rather vague to Moen.

This is true at least for a specific year.

Moen only remembered the general outlines and some of the more important or interesting years.

Therefore, Mohn cannot draw direct conclusions based on specific historical events.

"Sir, sir? What's wrong?"

Moen's sudden silence made the boy a little worried about his situation.

Moen, brought back to his senses by the voice, looked at the boy, paused for a moment, and then smiled:

"It's nothing, child. I was just thinking about something, and then, you're hungry, right?"

The boy touched his stomach shyly.

Through the clothes he had pulled down, Moen could clearly see that he had tied a rope around his stomach.

This is a method used by many poor people. Because of the lack of food, they would tie a rope around their waist to alleviate the pain of hunger and tighten it when they were hungry.

However, under normal circumstances, this should be tied directly outside the clothing to avoid chafing the skin.

The boy tied it to his stomach, which usually indicates that he didn't want others to know about his predicament.

Moen pretended not to notice and took out a piece of bread from behind his back.

Compared to the exquisite candies that Moen had just casually taken out.

This piece of bread is actually a bit out of character for Moen.

Because its shape is not only crooked, but also somewhat flat.

The person who made it must have been terrible at it, but at least the bread wasn't burnt.

Moen couldn't help but smile at the pitiful appearance of the bread as he took it out.

Immediately, Moen broke off a small piece and took it in his hand.

"May glory descend upon you, poor and lovely child. Eat this bread, and it will bring you abundance and blessings."

The fragrant bread was clearly a treasure that a hungry child could not resist.

Without even a chew, the bread chunk slid into his stomach.

And that's when the amazing things started to happen.

The boy was surprised to find himself rubbing his stomach, feeling a sense of fullness and satisfaction after eating.

"I...I'm not hungry anymore?"

Moen laughed:

"Because this is food baked for me by a goddess, child."

"And now, I am sharing this gift with you, so the glory and blessing are also distributed to you, and from now on you will never be troubled by hunger again."

There was no deliberate miracle, nor were any rare ingredients used.

It was just an ordinary piece of white bread.

But the only difference is that it was baked by a goddess herself.

Although it's not the famous Five Loaves and Two Fish.

But this is also a rare miracle and a token of goodwill.

Moen's answer stunned the boy.

He stood there in front of Moen, almost frozen in place.

That was also the first time Moen had ever seen a mouth so big that a cow could be stuffed inside—a true depiction of reality.

"Sir, this is such a precious item, I, I, I..."

The boy was filled with embarrassment and helplessness.

Moen simply placed the bread in the boy's hand and said:

“Child, you answered my question honestly, so you deserve a reward.”

After saying that, Moen winked at him and smiled:

"And although it has special meaning for me, I'm also using it to do special things. Besides, I have many more."

Ansa baked many more of these breads for him to keep on hand.

The reason was that Ansa heard that his wife would prepare food for her husband who was traveling far away.

So, with this expectation in mind, she secretly put some of her own baked bread into the supplies for the teacher.

"Alright, take it, then go and distribute it to the people in your village."

Moen didn't dare to change anything too outrageous, but he felt that this trivial matter was something he could do.

All of this had left the boy, who had never witnessed a miracle before, completely bewildered and unsure how to react.

He could only stand there dumbfounded, clutching the bread, as Moen pushed him around in a circle before heading towards his Bobo Village.

It wasn't until he had walked away in a daze for a long time that he finally came to his senses, turned around, and looked at Moen, who was also preparing to leave, and asked:

"Sir, I haven't even asked who you are yet!"

Moen waved his hand and said:

"People call me the Rose King, child."

The King of Roses?! The King?!

"You are the king!!!!!"