Huh? Are they all real?...

No matter how hard he tried, he could only point at Moen and let out some strange hissing sounds.

Seeing the man's behavior, Moen took off his wolfskin hat and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long. But I've also heard that forgiving a friend's mistakes is part of being a friend."

"So, Abel, can you forgive me for being so late?"

During Moen's inquiry.

The man, who had just been incredibly shocked, had gradually calmed down.

After groping around, he pulled the chair behind him back to its original position.

He didn't dare take his eyes off Moen for a moment as he slowly sat down.

After people's attention had shifted away from this spot.

He then said to Moen in disbelief:

"I thought you wouldn't change."

"Or have I completely forgotten what you look like?"

Moen chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"You're not mistaken, it's just that I have indeed changed, Abel. So, can you forgive me?"

The man named Aber laughed along:

"There's no such thing as forgiveness or not. I'm not the same person I was at the beginning."

He shifted his gaze to his surroundings and said:

"It's been so long, so long that I only have a vague memory of many things. However, I still remember what it was like when we first met."

“I was sitting outside in the rain, drowning in debt. You brought me here and asked me, ‘What would happen if I could live forever?’”

At this point, Aber waved his hands repeatedly and smiled wryly:

"To this day, I don't know whether I should thank you, nor do I know whether I should try to punch my past self, because how could I say I want to?"

Moen denied him, saying:

“You didn’t say you wanted to, you said: ‘If I could live forever, why not? I can’t think of any downside to immortality.’”

"Ah, right, right, that's it. I've forgotten about it. It's been so long, so long that I've almost forgotten who I am."

His answer also silenced Moen.

At the time, I did it out of respect and for fun.

They found the utterly destitute Abel in front of the tavern.

His wife suffered a difficult childbirth, and he incurred a huge debt to save her life. Even so, he still lost his wife and unborn daughter.

In addition, years of savings and the house he had finally managed to buy were all taken away by creditors.

His life was almost completely ruined at that time.

It was at that time that Moen, filled with overwhelming joy, led him into the tavern.

And he was granted immortality, a blessing or a torment for mortals.

It's not that I'm curious about what would happen if mortals gained immortality, it's just that I can pay tribute to them again.

As a result, Abel followed a path almost identical to that of the supporting character in that work.

"I also remember that a hundred years later, we met here again. You were full of vigor and exuded an air of nobility, telling me that you had amassed a fortune through accumulated experience and become a renowned tycoon."

Listening to Moen's story, the man smiled and nodded, saying:

"Yes, you asked me again if I still want immortality? I said of course, why would I give up my wealth and a wonderful life?"

"Then, in the second century, I lost everything. I became a beggar again. Because I lost my wife and family."

Moen said apologetically:

Yes, so I'm sorry.

"No, you don't need to apologize, because you gave me that damned immortality."

The man leaned back in his chair and said into the dim light overhead:

"When we met again in the third century, I found hope again, started a new family, and this time, I faked my death early and escaped after leaving behind a large sum of money."

"They thought this would really allow them to escape."

What might have been a hazy memory for the man became increasingly clear in Moen's mind.

“I remember these things because you said them. And then you even told me that it was good that you refused my request to take back the idea of ​​immortality last time.”

"Yes, I have always refused your idea of ​​taking back immortality. Because I am a mortal who is afraid of death."

How many times have I rejected you?

"Exactly one thousand years."

"A whole thousand years, but compared to the days you disappeared, a thousand years is really damn short."

After making this remark, the man suddenly said to Moen:

"So, are you still going to ask me that question now?"

Looking at Aber in front of him, Moen, who had already guessed his thoughts, hesitated before taking the tea that had just been served.

After a long pause, Moen sighed and asked, in accordance with his wishes:

"Then, my friend, do you want me to take back my immortality?"

This is the question he has been waiting for all this time.

Abel smiled, a very relieved smile.

He raised his glass to Moen and said:

"do not want!"

The answer that surprised Moen was also the answer that was expected, and the answer that made both of them laugh.

Chapter 432 The Mystery (4k)

The two men's laughter once again drew the attention of the patrons in the tavern.

Fortunately, this corner was really secluded, so not many people could understand what they were saying or what they were laughing about.

In addition, such things are really common in pubs.

Therefore, people only glanced at it once or twice before turning their heads away and focusing on the food and drinks in front of them.

After the two people sitting face to face laughed.

Aber raised his wooden goblet and said:

"You know, I've put in a lot of effort to keep everything here exactly the way it was, and the wheat used to make this wine almost went extinct."

"Oh, so how did you manage to do it in the end? Did you find a substitute?"

Aber waved his hand and laughed:

"No, that's not it. I spent hundreds of years improving the variety bit by bit, making the disease-resistant Calima wheat adapt to the prevalent disease strain."

"At the most difficult time, I only had the last bag of Kalima wheat seeds in the world."

Moen nodded repeatedly and said:

"That's really not easy."

"There were still many problems later, but none of them were as troublesome as this."

He downed the ale in one gulp, then held up the empty glass and asked Moen:

"So many years have passed, aren't you still not planning to have a drink?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"will not."

Finally, Moen added:

"Feel sorry."

"No, no, no need to apologize. I'm just surprised that perhaps someone like you is the true immortal."

This struck Moen as odd:

"how you said that?"

Aber pointed at Moen and said:

"You know what? In this long period of time, when I almost forgot who I was, I did almost everything. Just to add some color to my increasingly dull life."

"So, I quit drinking, I started drinking again, I was a gambler, and I was a saint. To the point that I almost forgot who I was."

“But you are different. Although you didn’t say it, I can see it in your eyes. Just like you didn’t drink back then, you still don’t drink now. You haven’t changed at all.”

"What seems like an eternity to me, a mere mortal, means nothing to you."

He picked up the half-empty flask, and the amber-colored liquor, mixed with a lot of yeast residue, rippled under the tallow candle. The cloudy malt liquor actually looked quite good in the dim light.

The extra amount of foam, especially due to the use of specially selected wheat for brewing, further enhances its deliciousness.

Moreover, the rough texture reminded Moen, who had been looking at it, of the golden wheat fields of the Southern Hills.

After filling the glass to the brim, Aber raised it to Moen and said:

"But no matter what, I must thank you for giving me immortality, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to experience so many things."

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Aber wiped the foam from his lips with his thumb, the lingering pine resin on his fingertip achieving a delicate balance with the tartness of fermented malt in his nasal cavity.

This gave him a very satisfied look:

"I've drunk a lot of good wine, and I've also drunk a lot of dog shit that's worse than horse piss. But for some reason, I actually like this kind of rough malt liquor the most."

After saying that, Aber looked at Moen seriously and said:

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

“You’ve been gone for so many years, and now you’re back. Although I’d ​​like to think highly of myself, I still think you’ve probably come back for something else.”

Abel was an ordinary person, but ordinary people who have lived for so long often possess wisdom far beyond what ordinary people can comprehend.

These words made Moen lower his head apologetically and say:

"terribly sorry."

"No, no need to apologize. I've already learned to accept reality, otherwise I would have gone crazy."

"And indeed, the gap between us is enormous. So, what do you want to ask me? Although I'm also curious, what would someone like you need to ask me?"

Aber, who continued pouring himself a drink, looked at Moen with a curious gaze.

After thinking for a moment, Moen decided to start with some basic questions:

"Is this kingdom yours?"

"This question? Good heavens, you're not even in this world anymore, are you? Yes, this country is mine, but I can only say it used to be mine."

“As I have said before, I have done many things in my long life so far, and building a nation was one of them. But I quickly found it unacceptable and gave up on it.”

“I’m not cut out for it. I have no talent for governing a country, and even the establishment of this country relied too much on luck.”

"Even after all these years, I still don't know if the rulers of this country are really related to me by blood."

Moen asked curiously:

"So how did you manage to preserve this tavern?"

The other party chuckled and said:

"I've lived for so many years, and as long as I accumulate connections and wealth from time to time, I can easily accomplish many things."

This answer made Moen laugh with a touch of self-deprecation.

Yes, that was even his own doing.

"Any more?"