Huh? Are they all real?...

After careful examination, Moen came to a conclusion.

There's only one person below; it's not that someone is floating down there.

It didn't seem like someone was communicating with him remotely. First, he couldn't hear the other person's voice, and second, the person below would turn around every time he had a conversation.

It was as if someone he couldn't see or hear was following him.

Normally, Moen wouldn't be able to tell this from the sound alone through the stone wall.

But now Moen is holding a specially made dwarven horn.

These subtle differences are quite easy to discern.

The conversation continued, though to Moen it sounded like a madman talking to himself.

But a mad demigod would obviously not be allowed to move so freely within the Lionheart family.

So that's why the witch warned Lady Leda not to go near the Stone Castle?

Moen felt he had found the answer.

And if there's any chance of anything changing in this situation, it's most likely the person below.

Sequence three is clearly not right.

And if the other party isn't even Sequence 3, that would be even more unbelievable!

The other person must be hiding something.

Before Moen could retreat, the jester, who had found nothing, finally left.

Looking at the Ring, now that its consumption level has returned to normal.

Knowing it was over, Moen breathed a sigh of relief, but also wondered whether he should go in after them.

But at that moment, Moen heard the sound of two people's footsteps approaching.

Accompanying the footsteps were these few lines of conversation:

Didn't I hand over my money to you for safekeeping before?

"No, sir, what's wrong?"

"That's strange, my money is gone."

This voice, this conversation—there's no mistake, one of the two people below is none other than the old prime minister Hassank, who was lent money by Moen.

Chapter 69 An Interesting Discovery

"Gone? Sir, are you sure you didn't just forget it somewhere?"

"No, that shouldn't be the case. I remember bringing quite a few Baratheon gold pounds as a backup."

“But sir, we have been by your side the whole time. If someone is so capable as to steal your gold pound right under our noses…”

"Then I think he has no reason to be a thief."

These two sentences silenced the old prime minister.

Yes, if the other party is that skilled, then why bother being a thief?

Moreover, the old prime minister also checked other items and found that only the money was missing.

That doesn't make much sense.

If other things are also lost, it could indicate that these are elite spies from a faction such as Queen Baratheon.

But if it's just money that's lost, then the person is just a thief. But in this case, how could a thief be so skilled as to steal money right in front of a group of highly vigilant superhumans?

Someone with that skill has no reason to be a thief, at least no reason to only steal money.

After a brief moment of confusion, the old prime minister couldn't help but look at his hands.

The joints of my fingers have become swollen and bent, as if telling the story of the ruthlessness and cruelty of time.

Am I really getting old?! So old that I can't even remember where I keep my money?

Perhaps after this, I should retire.

Hassank Iman, the former Chancellor of the Leuman Empire, served as Chancellor for a full thirty-one years.

Although he is now a mid-level transcendent, he is indeed over a hundred years old, and half of his body is already lying in the Promised Land.

"Sir, should we investigate?"

"No need, I guess I'm just getting old."

The old prime minister shook his head and walked forward.

There was only one house in front of him, and it was clear that the old prime minister had come to see the prophet.

Moen estimated his remaining gold coins and decided to take a gamble.

Just as the old prime minister went inside, Moen melted away the stone wall in front of him.

Instead of leaving only a small section of the stone wall for support as before, it was left with a thickness of about two palms side by side.

This is the limit of the probe horn.

Furthermore, it also depends on whether the other party sets up any barriers.

Upon entering, the old prime minister immediately stopped his subordinates from crushing the runes to set up a barrier:

“This is the Lion family’s territory. I just want to meet the demigod prophet. There’s no need to set up a barrier.”

"grown ups?"

The old prime minister's subordinates were somewhat taken aback.

The old prime minister could only smile and shake his head, saying:

"When two outsiders are on the host's turf, it's better to be honest. Setting up a barrier is just telling others what we're plotting, isn't it?"

"Or are you confident that the Lion Clan won't discover that we've set up a barrier to prevent detection?"

His subordinates lowered their heads in shame.

After waving his hand to indicate that there was no need to worry, the old prime minister then looked at the court jester:

"If I'm not mistaken, your workshop doesn't have any similar setup, does it?"

"It's just a basic warning spell. Otherwise, the old lion wouldn't allow an outsider like me to openly live in his fortress."

This made Moen above nod repeatedly, "Well done!"

This is the style of a good comrade!

"Can you guarantee that we can have normal discussions?"

The jester pointed to his eyes and said:

"I can assure you that even if the old lion's guardian knight comes, I will be able to detect it long ago!"

"If someone can hide and eavesdrop on our conversation without me noticing, then there must be an angel who disregards their status and hides above us!"

At this point, both of them laughed.

How could such a thing possibly happen?

After laughing, the prime minister said to the jester:

"I've read the prophecy you sent, so I came here. Now, let me see your true sincerity, shall we?"

Don't you know how sincere I am?

The old prime minister smiled and said:

"You mean Baratheon, which is about to descend into chaos?"

"Isn't this enough?"

“Indeed not enough. After the young empress killed that terrible guy, she will be a big shot in Sequence One.”

“Your Lu family has failed, and our emperor is long dead. Under these circumstances, the Duchy of Loman will not produce the seal of His Majesty the Emperor.”

"After all, without a Sequence 2 angel to use, no one thinks that it is possible to achieve the theoretical possibility with just a few demigods."

If one possesses a sealed artifact of the same level, theoretically, even a mortal could potentially kill a god.

But so many years of history have clearly shown people that it is basically just a possibility.

However, if they cannot defeat the Queen, their plans will be greatly hindered.

The jester smiled and said:

"Looks like I'll have to admit it to your face. Don't you know I'm actually Sequence Three?"

"You should have guessed that my purpose in doing all this is solely to ascend to the angelic realm!"

As he spoke, the jester opened his palm, and a clay tablet materialized in his hand from nothing.

This is the standard ability of Sequence 3 of the Prophet's Path – the Tablet of Destiny.

It can only be used three times, but each use will assign a person an inescapable fate.

"Under these circumstances, if you can persuade the Duchy of Loman to hand over that sealed artifact, then once I complete my advancement, I would be happy to help you completely eliminate a formidable enemy who will inevitably hold a grudge against me!"

Looking at the clay tablet in the other person's hand, the old prime minister asked curiously:

"Can you use this to condemn the Queen to death?"

The jester burst out laughing:

"This isn't something someone of your caliber would say; it's incredibly stupid."

"I'm only a Sequence 3 now, and even if I became a Sequence 2, I don't think I could kill a Sequence 1 using this method."

"Lord Hassank, the destiny ordained by the Tablet of Fate is indeed unavoidable, but if it is written too far-fetched, no one knows when or in what form it will be realized."

Hassank waved his hand and said:

“Of course I know that. I remember the second Lord of Prophecy before he took over the divine throne from his predecessor, who was the firstborn son.”

"He once used the tablet of destiny to command the death of his great enemy."

"Possible outcome"

Before the old prime minister could finish speaking, the court jester turned around, glanced at him, and laughed:

"But the result was that he became the first god to be killed by 'mortals'. Although He did eventually kill His great enemy, at the cost of His life."

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"

These two sentences made Moen above him sense something was wrong.

This doesn't seem like the attitude a prophet should have towards the God of their own path.

Although this main god is long dead, he is also the former one.

But it's important to know that revering one's own God is a compulsory course for every extraordinary person.

Even if they are dead!

Moreover, Moen detected hostility in his sarcasm.

This is quite interesting: a prophet living in the present day hates an ancient deity who died several eras ago.

Chapter 70 Let's take action tomorrow!

No one hates another person for no reason.

Even a serial killer kills without reason only because of his psychological abnormality, not because he hates anyone.

Hatred can only arise when one person has done something unacceptable to another.

What circumstances would cause a god who has long since died to be hated by a superhuman from his own path?

Theoretically, the two of them should have no connection whatsoever.

Could it be that he was tricked by something or some setup by that guy?

Moreover, the damage was so severe that even those who were extraordinary beings through this path had absolutely no reverence for their main god.

Even Moen never imagined that his former enemy would reappear in the same era as him in the form of dregs.