Huh? Are they all real?...

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Moen suddenly heard a very crisp sound behind him:

"Are you lost?"

someone here?

No, there was no one around just now!

So someone suddenly appeared behind me?

Is this a god?!

Not only that, considering that Morning Star is still in the sky, this should be the eldest son???

Did you see your eldest son three times in a row?

Moen instinctively wanted to turn around, but for some reason, he stopped at the last moment.

Inspiration was telling him that he had better not look back.

Otherwise, something will definitely get out of control.

So after a brief hesitation, Moen continued fiddling with the branch and said:

"Yes, I'm lost. I want to seek the wisdom of my eldest son."

She had initially been about ten meters behind Moen, but now, with light footsteps, she was less than three meters behind him.

"You, umm? You, have you seen your elder brother? Are you a member of your elder brother's family? That's strange, I've never heard of my elder brother having any family members."

This tone of voice and this intonation that shouldn't be unfamiliar.

No way?

"Hummingbird?"

"Yes, I am a hummingbird, a hummingbird who follows my mother's teachings to perform miracles for humankind. And as for mortals, I have just received a fiefdom from my brother, and now I have my own fiefdom."

You've just been granted a fiefdom?

Is this the time of creation?

So early!?

Moen was utterly shocked.

He really didn't expect it to happen so early.

In contrast to Moen's shock, the hummingbird said to him with great joy:

"Did you know? That's the highest mountain in the world. It's said that Mother once dreamed of putting her palace on it!"

Although she is sung as a goddess representing compassion, she seems to be far removed from people.

But in an era when all the eldest sons followed the original teachings and walked among men.

The eldest son is actually very close to people.

Because in that era, ordinary people were considered the youngest.

The youngest son, born last, the most numerous, and the weakest, naturally receives the care and protection of the eldest and second sons.

"Ah, the highest peak? Mount Bohemia, right?"

"I've seen that mountain before; it is indeed a very majestic mountain."

The Bohemian Mountains are the highest mountains in Moen’s memory here.

However, when these words reached the hummingbird's ears, she found them amusing and said:

“You should be related to your elder brother, so why do you think Mount Bohemia is the highest? That one, isn’t it the third or fourth highest?”

what?

In front of the hummingbird, Moen discovered that his perceptions and actions were always flawed.

However, if Mount Bohemia isn't the highest mountain, then does that mean the existence and concept of the highest mountain were all confined to the realm of alternate history along with the hummingbird?

But why?

Because that was the hummingbird's territory?

"Then it seems I remembered it wrong. So, what was it again?"

“It’s Babylon! My brother named it Babylon himself.”

The Tower of Babel in Babylon?

Have I ever done this myself?

More and more confusion engulfed Moen.

The branch in his hand was then put down.

But the hummingbird behind Moen looked at him strangely and said:

"So, are you really your brother's relative? If not, why do you remind me of my brother? But if you are, why do you seem to know nothing about him?"

As they spoke, the hummingbird, sensing the confusion and curiosity, circled around Moen, trying to get directly in front of him to see who Moen really was.

Realizing what she was about to do from the sound of her footsteps, Moen turned in the opposite direction.

"Wait, wait, wait?! Why did you turn around?"

"I just wanted to see your face. You're really so strange to me!"

Moen naturally couldn't let her see it.

She can still fool him now by saying that he is different from the brother she knows.

But once she actually sees everything, things will likely become unclear.

So Moen said while avoiding her:

"This is spiritual practice, so I cannot let anyone see my face."

"What kind of cultivation is this? I've never heard of it before?"

Hearing is a form of spiritual practice; only then did the hummingbird stop.

But her curiosity did not disappear.

He remained behind Moen.

"Yes, this is my attempt to explore the truth of the world. Since it's something I came up with myself, it's normal that you don't know it."

During this period, Moen remembered that both the eldest sons and the Primal Ones encouraged and hoped that mortals would explore and understand the world.

Therefore, there is no problem with this statement.

"Haha, why did you come up with this method? Hmm, I can't understand it, but since it's your insistence, I understand."

Moen's answer did not arouse the hummingbird's suspicion; in fact, it made her burst into laughter.

But after laughing, she asked again:

So where are you going?

"what?"

"Didn't you say you were lost? I may not be a goddess who guides you through life, but I can still give you directions."

Without hesitation, Moen replied:

"I'm going to Bohemia. I need a few pieces of Om ore, which can only be found in the Bohemian mines."

Among the many legends about the Rose King, one tells of how tomb raiders found ancient minerals in the ruins of the dwarves during the Second Age, which appeared to have been left behind by the Rose King but were exhausted in the early Age of Gods.

The most famous type of ore in Moen's memory is the Om Mine in the Bohemian mines.

These are ores that he doesn't even have in stock.

So this is a good opportunity to get started.

"The Om Mine in the Bohemian Caves? Hmm, that's a bit far!"

"Really? No problem, just tell him it's over there."

The hummingbird standing behind Moen raised a finger and gently tapped its chin, saying:

"However, my brothers have sealed off the Bohemian mines because they said that years of mining had left them full of dilapidated pits prone to collapse. Moreover, the mineral deposits in the Bohemian mines have been almost completely exhausted."

Is there such a thing?

Ah, I remember this place was hollowed out a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to be this early.

Moen was immediately filled with remorse.

However, the hummingbird behind him suddenly bent down and said:

"But, mortal, you are very lucky!"

"Wha, what?"

With a smile, the hummingbird magically produced several pieces of Om ore from behind her back and said:

"Ta-da! That's because I still have a few pieces left!"

"You have some left?!"

Before Moen could even turn around in surprise, the hummingbird had already stuffed the few small pieces of Om ore into Moen's palm.

"Take it, take it. Although I don't know what you need it for."

"But your mother and brother both said that we should guide and help you, so if you meet your mother or brother in the future, be sure to tell them that we helped you!"

Moen, who had just picked up the pieces of Om ore and was examining them, said somewhat blankly:

"Oh, of course, I will. Thank you."

"Yes, that's right. So, is there anything else?"

"I am the great goddess hummingbird who has just gained my brother's approval and been granted a fiefdom. If you have any questions or troubles, you can ask me for help!"

Although he didn't walk up to Moen.

Although Moen doesn't have eyes in the back of his head either.

But Moen felt that behind him, the hummingbird was walking back and forth like a proud peacock with its hands behind its back.

"Oh, thank you for your kindness, but no need, I have no problems now."

"Really? Really? You'll miss this opportunity!"

The hummingbird, which had been a few meters behind him, suddenly snuggled close to Moen's neck and breathed on him playfully.

"Really, I'm very grateful for your help. Now that I'm all done, I'd like to ask the amazing Hummingbird Goddess to help the others. There must be quite a few people in trouble who need your help."

"Yes, you're right. I'm going to help others!"

The hummingbird, nodding repeatedly, left the place with great satisfaction.

Just as quietly as they came.

Hearing the absence of the hummingbird's clear, slightly playful voice behind him, Moen finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

However, the hummingbird did not leave.

She sat on a rock behind Moen, resting her chin on her hand, looking at him and smiling:

"Neither dragons nor people would call me 'brother'."

How could a younger sister not recognize her own brother?

She was merely playing along with Moen's act.

This answer left Moen somewhat bewildered, and he said:

"You already knew?"

The hummingbird smiled, its eyes narrowing into crescent moons: