Huh? Are they all real?...

"No, it's your uncertainty that's the problem. And then, do you remember who the ruler of the kingdom is?"

“How could I not remember? It is the great Lord of Highgarden, the North Wind of Mount Ling, our mistress, the goddess Winter Ash Cromwell.”

"No, no, I didn't mean that high. I meant who is ruling this area in place of Her Majesty the Goddess?"

"This one? Of course, it's our King—King Abel XV!"

At this point, the man nervously inquired of Moen:

"My lord, some traveling merchants have recently come here, so I've heard that the officials of the Central Court have been dissatisfied with His Majesty the King. And it seems they want to remove His Majesty the King from the Seven Kingdoms."

"is this real?"

What is a central courtyard?

And is it really okay for the Seven Kingdoms and His Majesty the King to be so blasphemous?

Like Conan Heather at the time, Mohn found this incomprehensible.

However, unlike Conan Heather...

In a daze, Moen vaguely remembered the name Abel.

Chapter 431 Abel, do you want me to take back my immortality? (4k)

Following the man's directions, Moen found the fortress they called Kuteng Fort.

To Moen's dismay, Mr. Conan was immediately sent to the kingdom's capital after being captured.

Kutengburg, which was initially sent there, was merely a transit point.

Left with no other choice, Moen had to set off again for the kingdom's capital.

This time, it took Moen a day and a half to reach his destination.

After crossing a small hill, the capital city of the country came into view.

In terms of scale, the city was indeed larger than any Moen had ever seen before.

But that's relative to this white world. If placed outside, this so-called capital city is really incompatible with the vastness of this country.

It's not even comparable to the capital of Baratheon, let alone the capital of some duchies.

In Moen's mind, it was more like a standard large medieval fortress.

Moen had noticed before that although there were indeed extraordinary beings here, their application was extremely limited.

The typical settlements are almost entirely medieval in appearance, lacking any sense of contrast that should be present in the extraordinary world.

For example, the group of dwarven refugees that Moen encountered not long ago, although they were also very destitute, still had all sorts of convenient and useful extraordinary creations among them.

Here, only in the larger fortresses can one find anything of any semblance of supernatural creation.

So, the initial guesses about this place might have been correct.

The vast majority of extraordinary pathways are missing here.

It's even quite possible that Winter is the only possible path?

No, judging from some of the creations we've seen before, there should be other ways, just not many.

All the things he saw and heard along the way were analyzed and recorded as corresponding intelligence in Moen's mind, drawing upon his vast knowledge base.

However, this is not enough, far from it.

Having already exchanged his clothes for a set commonly worn around here, Moen tightened his somewhat old wolfskin coat.

After lowering his equally worn-out wolfskin hat, Moen blended smoothly into the crowd entering and leaving the fortress.

Following the crowd to the city gate, the guards asked Moen:

"No road signs?"

"No, sir. I traveled a long way to get here."

“I’m not interested in those. Since there are no road signs, you need to pay customs duties.”

The guards showed no interest in Moen's explanation, only glancing at Moen's clothes.

After a moment, he frowned slightly and said:

"Do you have enough Gronn?"

Gronn, the universal currency of this world, is said to have been originally minted and circulated by Highgarden.

However, after the rebellion in the Kingdom of Arbor and the subsequent closure of Highgarden by the Lord of Highgarden, the forging of Gronn was relegated to the Seven Kingdoms.

“I’ve already spent all my Gronn on the road, but sir, I have two decent hides here that can be used to offset the tax.”

The old hunter who traded this outfit with Moen also gave Moen some nice furs, saying that he could use them for barter here.

"Okay, let's go in."

Because it was a relatively rare wild boar hide, the guard let him pass without hesitation, and incidentally, he also put a few Gronn into the money box behind him.

Clearly, he wanted to keep those two decent hides. So he paid for them himself.

This is what Moen wanted, because it would allow him to ask other questions along the way.

The guards defending the city would obviously know more about everything inside the city than many of the residents.

"By the way, sir, I'd like to ask if there's a Charlie's Tavern in the city?"

The guard, clearly in a good mood, was naturally happy to answer Moen:

"Charlie's Tavern? I remember that. Why are you asking? Didn't you run out of Gronn? Oh, you have other hides?"

"Yes."

After making way for the people behind them, Moen and the guards stepped aside.

Meanwhile, other guards voluntarily took their place.

"Then I suggest you go check out the small market next to Charlie's Tavern first, where you can get better prices for furs. By the way, after entering the city, just keep walking along the left side of the city wall until you see a tavern with a blue and white flag; that's Charlie's Tavern you're looking for."

"Blue and white flag?"

"Yes. To be honest, I'm even surprised that the tavern has managed to stay open all this time without going out of business. Their drinks aren't expensive, but they're not cheap either, and they taste much worse than other places."

Moen nodded and then asked:

"Is that flag blue on top and white on the bottom, with three wine glasses on the blue half and a bed on the white half?"

"I think so, but I don't remember exactly, because the wine there really wasn't very good."

"I understand, Guardian. I wish you success in your work."

Moen intended to leave, but another guard stopped him, saying:

“I don’t know why you’re going there, but if I were you, I wouldn’t go there.”

"why?"

Moen, who had a vague idea of ​​the answer, still asked the question.

The guard shrugged and said:

"I've only heard some rumors, like that there's always a man sitting on the left side of the entrance to that tavern. He says he comes around noon and leaves in the evening."

"But that's not surprising. What's really strange is that many elderly people say he's been there since they can remember!"

Upon hearing his companion mention this, the guard who had initially liaised with Moen also chimed in:

"Not only that, but I also heard from our captain that years ago, some citizens were so afraid that they reported him to the city hall. The city hall sent people there, but in the end, for some reason, nothing came of it."

"I heard that the captain was just a lowly soldier back then. He thought the captain was a big shot, so he wanted to see if he could get in touch with him, but his captain stopped him."

"Because the captain at the time said that once that person left the tavern, he would mysteriously disappear into the streets! Just like the legendary devil!"

This is a world where there are extraordinary beings, but their extraordinary abilities are not particularly noticeable.

So even the guards of the kingdom's capital, when faced with these events, tend to think of demons or ghosts rather than some kind of rare supernatural being.

However, it was precisely because of their descriptions that Moen confirmed the answer.

"I understand, thank you for telling me this, I will pay attention."

"That's good."

Since they were just strangers who had met by chance, the guards had no reason to continue to obstruct them.

After saying goodbye to the guard, Moen followed the guard's instructions and went to find the place.

The reason I chose to come here first instead of going to see Mr. Conan is...

This was because after hearing the name Aber, Moen vaguely recalled some very fragmented memories.

The more complete ones are related to this Abel and Charlie's Tavern.

Moen suspected that his memories might not have been fragmented.

Instead, it was sealed away.

Once certain specific concepts are touched upon, the restrictions will be gradually lifted.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why he suddenly remembered these things.

So Moen wanted to come here and take a look first.

After all, judging from the fact that Mr. Conan can still contact the time travelers, he is not only safe and sound, but is actually doing quite well.

It's not something that needs to be rushed.

Moen, who was deep in thought, soon spotted the blue flag.

Just as Moen remembered.

There are three wine glasses and a bed on it.

This scene, both incredibly familiar and utterly unfamiliar, left Moen somewhat stunned.

After staring for a moment, Moen stepped forward and pushed open the tavern door.

As the guard commented, this place has virtually no popularity because the drinks are bad and overpriced.

If it weren't for the small market nearby, it would be a compliment if it were deserted.

Moreover, the lighting here is excessively dim.

There were absolutely no special lighting equipment; only a few oil lamps were used.

But even so.

Moen saw the person he was looking for as soon as he entered the door.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the corner of the tavern, sipping his ale.

It was exactly the same as I remembered.

Same place, same light, same people.

Clearly, the reason this tavern is so strange and has been able to stay open is because this man has been maintaining it.

That's right, I'm completely different this time.

After smiling to herself, Moen walked up to the man.

With a touch of curiosity, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Seeing that Moen had sat down directly opposite him, the man said helplessly:

"Sir, this table is reserved by me. You can go to another place. See, there are plenty of seats available."

Moen picked up the flask in front of him and refilled his glass.

Then he raised his hand and said to the tavern waitress:

"Give me a cup of tea and a piece of dry cheese."

With a creak, the chair the man was sitting on made a screeching sound as he suddenly stood up.

Everyone in the tavern was drawn to this spot.

The man, disregarding everything else, pointed at Moen.

Countless thoughts and voices completely blocked his throat, preventing him from uttering a single complete sentence.