Huh? Are they all real?...

"So, what exactly is it? I still need to go back to forging."

After briefly surveying the surroundings, Moen cut to the chase and asked:

Do you hate your father? If so, to what extent?

Tilly frowned at Moen, wondering why this guy was asking such presumptuous questions.

But he also stated bluntly:

“He killed my mother. Although I have no proof, I know that he ordered my mother to be hanged.”

"The reason is still that he can't control his pants!"

"He even raped my mother because he drank a few damn bottles of alcohol, which resulted in the birth of this damn dwarf!"

“He never treated me like a son. He considered me his disgrace. If it weren’t for the fact that I did indeed have his filthy, foul blood flowing through my veins, I certainly wouldn’t have lived more than a few days.”

"You ask me if I hate him or not? My answer is no, I hate him! I despise him!"

He was filled with anger and murderous intent.

His small frame held a rage powerful enough to burn down the entire Stonehenge.

Moen nodded and said:

"So, are you willing to kill him? To kill him with your own hands?"

It was a very calm statement, as if Moen wasn't talking to him about killing one of the Seven Dukes, the Lion King.

Instead, they would just pick any chicken from the coop, slaughter it, and cook it.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Or are you sent by that bastard of my so-called father, just to see if I, a dwarf, will be a little surprise to give him the convenience of executing me?"

Moen said seriously, without looking to the side:

“I’m asking you seriously, Mr. Tyrell. Are you willing to kill your father with your own hands?”

"Although I don't think he's qualified to be called your father either."

"But ultimately, he gave you life, so I must seriously ask you if you are willing to do so."

Is this guy serious?

are you crazy?

If given the chance, Tilly would definitely kill that bastard.

But how could they, a dwarf and an ordinary person, possibly kill the Lion King Duke, who was protected by demigods and countless soldiers?

"There's no need to consider questions like 'can't' or 'can't'; you just need to answer whether you're willing or not."

He still didn't give any response, he was simply asking himself questions.

But Tilly felt his heart pounding wildly.

It was as if someone whispered in his ear:

'He really can help me kill that bastard!'

The voice was both strange and familiar; so strange that Tyree hadn't heard it in over a decade.

Ever since that bastard killed his mother, the only person who cared about him

After opening his mouth, Tilly said just as seriously:

"If I could kill him, no, if I could make him die, I would gladly offer up my soul!"

Moen smiled with satisfaction.

However, Moen added:

"I have only one request. I don't mean to insult you, but I do hope that this is the final outcome."

“I will tell you the truth now. If you feel insulted, then I will give up this idea.”

"What do you mean?"

Tilly looked at Moen, puzzled.

Moen then carefully said:

“I will provide the timing and tools so that you can shoot the old lion while he is sitting on the toilet.”

"You might feel this is an insult to your character, but..."

"While that bastard is sitting on the toilet with his pants down, have a dwarf shoot him with a crossbow, and then use that dwarf and the incident to make him a laughingstock?"

"Yes, Mr. Tyrell, that's about it, if you think so."

Before Moen could finish speaking, Tilly interrupted him again.

He said, his face flushed:

"That's fantastic, that's fucking amazing, sir! If you can really do it, please make sure I get this opportunity!"

"He wants to kill my mother because I am the dwarf he had because he couldn't control his pants."

“Then I will return the favor in the same way. Your idea is truly brilliant. I beg you, although I have nothing to offer, I sincerely request that you do so.”

"Let me do everything you say!"

That's no problem.

Moen reached out his hand and said:

"I will help you achieve all of this. I promise."

"If I could, my life would be yours, sir."

"No need to be so serious, it's just a matter of mutual benefit, Mr. Tilly."

“But how do you plan to do all this? I’ve seen Stonehenge. Even without the terrifying demigods and superhumans, it’s not something the two of us can get into.”

It seems that he has indeed tried to kill the old lion on his own over the years.

Moen said:

"I have a lot of information, but you don't need to know most of it right now."

"What I can tell you now is that I didn't build the Stonehenge, but I know how they built it."

In the distant age of gods, before the coming of Revelation.

Once upon a time, an eldest son threw stars down to earth.

He did not seek destruction, but rather to provide shelter for the creatures on earth.

Just like His palace.

Therefore, the majestic stars, as towering as mountains, slowly descend to the earth; they represent God's love for humanity.

Unfortunately, the divine revelation that fell to earth along with the stars disappeared without a trace.

People can only forget these divine blessings in their confusion.

Stonecastle was one of the stars that were cast down to Earth, and Moen was not the eldest son of that star.

But Moen knew how He carved out His own palace.

Moen also knew that the Lionheart family had not found the lost divine revelation. The first duke of the Lionheart family had only found relics made by their predecessors according to the divine revelation.

They used the remaining powder to build the Stonehenge we know today.

It could be said that Stonehenge was actually a gift from the eldest son.

Moen pulled a list from his pocket and said:

“You can collect these materials. You’re a blacksmith, so this shouldn’t be difficult. I’ll take care of the other main material.”

Having taken care of all that, Moen could also go and see what was hidden inside the Lion Family's Stone Castle.

Even the witch specifically warned Leda not to get close.

Tilly took the list from Moen; it was indeed a collection of materials he could acquire in large quantities.

"Where are you going to get the main building materials? Do you need me to come with you?"

"No need, I'm just going to do some writing and drawing and then exchange some things."

Miss Benalana is the second-in-command of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce. I hope she hasn't blocked me.

With this unease that there should be no need to worry.

Moen located the Eastern Chamber of Commerce's branch in this area.

The lobby manager greeted Moen warmly the moment he saw her show her badge.

This badge was given to Moen by Benalana last time, who said it was his VIP certificate.

And told Moen:

"The young lady instructed that since you are a top client of our chamber of commerce, you should be treated with the highest level of hospitality!"

Oh my, I didn't expect Miss Benalana to be so kind.

So, here are the notes I wrote last week about the Shang Zhou period.

"However, the young lady also said that the calligraphy and paintings you are selling, well, need to be purchased at one percent of the market price. The young lady also said that you would understand and agree."

"Because this is a reasonable price."

"Haha, please forgive me."

Chapter 66 Prophecy about the Strangers

Moen was able to understand what Benarana meant.

His work is undoubtedly authentic, but it also carries an undeniably high risk.

Unless he is willing to take that risk.

After all, not every chamber of commerce is like the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.

The Eastern Chamber of Commerce was willing to buy it directly, but because it was impossible to resell it and it would be too much of a hassle for the appraisers, she was only willing to buy it for one percent of the market price.

But if it's only one percent of the price, should I risk selling it to another business association?

Should we give it a serious distressed look?

Forget it, the risk is indeed too great.

Moen currently has no way to age items in a way that even large business associations cannot tell the difference.

Although Moen did indeed produce an authentic artifact.

However, if something is deemed problematic, the other chambers of commerce will actually take action.

Of course, the most important point is that Moen sold the ancient site from last week without any hesitation because he had already decided to cooperate deeply with the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.

Because he knew what the Eastern Chamber of Commerce would say and wouldn't say.

Many people probably know that 0-007 was sold, but the fact that no one knows it was Moen who bought it is proof of that.

Moen also knew that those originals would not be leaked, and that no outsiders would even know about them.

On this point, it would be difficult for Moen to believe the other chambers of commerce.

They don't have the credibility to guarantee an entire era.

Okay, one percent it is, it's a risk-free business anyway.

This lady really has the makings of a businesswoman!

Fortunately, Miss Leda didn't follow her example.

It was at this moment that Moen heard the lobby manager say:

"There's one more thing, sir. Our young lady also said that if you have these, she's willing to buy them in her private capacity at one-tenth of the market price!"

"The young lady also said that if the product is good enough, she is willing to raise the price."

Moen looked suspiciously at the list handed to him by the lobby manager.

Then his lips twitched.