Huh? Are they all real?

In the city of Rodgrens, Morn, who had been preparing for three days, was sitting with Lily in a tavern in the lower town.

Lily asked for a glass of silvery clear spring that should not be available in a place like this.

Morn, on the other hand, only wanted a glass of wort.

By the time Morn had almost finished drinking his wort, there were no more customers in the tavern.

So Moen stood up directly and walked towards the boss who was wiping the wine glass.

Lily stood up silently and followed him.

Seeing Moen coming, the boss stopped what he was doing and said:

"What's wrong, guest, do you want to pay or order something else?"

Moen said directly to him:

"Can you get your hands on Cronusaurus venom?"

Although Crowosaurus also bears the name of a dragon, it is only a sub-dragon species, not as exaggerated nor as rare as a pure-blood dragon.

The tavern owner laughed out loud and said:

"Sir, what are you talking about? This is just a tavern. How could I get that thing? It's a controlled product."

Moen said quietly:

"The fact that you would give the lady next to you a clear spring of silver light shows what you are doing here."

The tavern owner said even more dumbly:

"Sir, Yinguang Qingquan is not a controlled product."

Moen still said calmly:

"Yes. It's not a controlled substance, but it's much more difficult to deal with than Cronuron venom. You don't need to say anything more. You and I both know what the other party does, and we also know that a place like yours is in such a big city. There are countless Reagans.”

"So, either you tell me directly if there is one, or I go out and find another one."

Moen had already seen clearly what this family did on the way here, and it was basically the same as the ones he had seen before. The meeting with the Yinguang Qingquan that he specifically asked for was equivalent to acknowledging their identity.

This is one of the facades and trading points of the black market.

No matter what region or era there are, there will always be places like this.

The tavern owner, who met such a customer for the first time, could only shrug and said:

"Okay, you are a guest, you are the oldest. Come with me, we will talk later."

After saying that, the other party took the initiative to walk into the back of the tavern.

Moen and the two did not hesitate at all.

The tavern owner walking in front did not take them directly to the backyard. Instead, he opened the cellar directly after entering.

The tavern owner who walked in first smiled and said:

"So, do you still want to come down?"

Moen and the two walked down without any pause.

This made the tavern owner raise his eyebrows.

This kind of behavior is either the boldness of a skilled person or stupidity.

He doesn't like the former because uncontrollable factors tend to occur. I don't like the latter even more because it's really stupid.

But there is no reason for businessmen to refuse door-to-door business.

He could only continue to lead the two of them through a long secret passage and then arrived at a large underground warehouse.

There are not only a large number of pipe products here, but also several strong men who look very difficult to mess with.

They are also the reason why the tavern owner dares to bring the two of Moen over directly.

Their business is not excessive, so this level of power can pretty much handle everything.

After arriving at the place, the tavern owner asked:

"So why aren't you afraid? This is the first time I've seen a guest like you."

Moen did not answer him. It was Lily behind Moen who answered him.

She said to the tavern owner:

"Because your place is the cleanest."

This sentence made everyone here laugh involuntarily. What reason is this?

"There's no smell of blood."

The people who were laughing just now stopped talking instantly.

"What else do you want besides the venom of Cronusurus?"

Moen directly handed the other party a list that had been prepared long ago.

After seeing it, the other party frowned and said:

"Some things take a little time."

Moen said simply:

"You must know the other black market merchants. Contact them and ask them to collect goods for you."

The tavern owner put down the list and looked at Morn and said:

"That's a lot of money."

Not to mention that he himself would of course have to charge more, and his peers would definitely take the opportunity to raise their prices. In this way, things that were already priced at a premium on the black market might be worth more than ten times.

Moen also looked at him and said:

"You don't need to worry about that."

"I want to see the money first."

"We are here, are you still afraid that we will run away? So I have to get the goods first."

The two sides just stared at each other. After a while, the tavern owner gave in:

"Okay, you're the guest, you make the decision. But, close the door."

As the tavern owner opened his mouth, a wooden door suddenly appeared in the passage that had no door just now, blocking it firmly.

That door looked very fragile, but judging from the suddenness of its appearance, I thought it would be better not to judge it by its appearance.

Moen and the two stood there unmoved.

This reassured the tavern owner a lot.

People also become more casual:

"I can't understand a lot of the things you want, so what are you going to do?"

Seeing that Moen did not answer, the tavern owner also raised his hand and said:

"Okay, okay, my bad, I shouldn't have asked."

But Moen went on to say beyond his expectation:

"I need you to get another bottle of good wine, the kind that can be a stepping stone."

“Whose door is knocking on?”

"He's not a very noble man, just a priest, although he is in office in Rodgrens Church."

"Well, that doesn't really require very good wine. I can take care of it. But the money is getting more and more, so how are you going to pay?"

Moen didn't look like he had much money on him.

After looking at him for a few times, Moen stepped forward and whispered in his ear:

"I originally prepared a recipe for anesthetics, which came from the Third Age. It is the court heritage of the Ganas Empire. But now..."

The long tail tone made the tavern owner subconsciously press the dagger on his waist, and the other strong men also looked over when they noticed something was wrong.

But Moen didn't mean to do anything, he just said to the boss in human language:

"Do you want to hide your identity perfectly? Stranger?"

The boss immediately looked at Moen deeply and said:

"If it's true, you seem to have made the transaction unequal."

Moen smiled and said:

"Don't you have someone behind you?"

Moen once posted a lot of bounty collection information on the dark web.

Among them, a time traveler told him that in the New World, they have united to form a very impressive underground chamber of commerce.

They said that if necessary, they can continue to cooperate in the New World.

And this is what Moon is talking about now.

The reward he gave was indeed far more than he wanted, but this was not for the tavern owner, but for their chamber of commerce.

The boss frowned, and the guy in front of him made him more and more confused.

Is this a human companion or a native?

"Don't think too much, sir, I am the buyer and you are the seller, that's all."

The boss shrugged and said:

"You are right."

Soon, everything Moon wanted was delivered.

A bottle of good wine, a large-caliber breech-loading rifle, and a bunch of controlled items that were so messy that they didn't know what to do or what they could do.

"So what's your reward?"

In response to the tavern owner's question, Moon took out a potion from his arms and handed it to him, saying:

"Don't tell me that you don't have your own testing methods when you work in the black market."

This is not made with Moon's own blood, his blood is too easy to cause trouble.

So this is a spare part that Moon made when he was the King of the Moon using the blood of Grand Duke Akado and the magic ring.

"Of course."

The tavern owner muttered, and then he went into his workshop with the things.

The rest of his men stood there and looked at Moon and the other two, and the wooden door still did not disappear.

After a while, the tavern owner walked out thinking, and then he asked:

"How many do you have?"

Obviously, he has proved that it is the real thing.

So he wants more.

But Moon just said to him:

"We'll talk about that next time. Don't worry, this won't be the last time we cooperate. Finally, although these are not special things that can be directly traced, I still hope you remember to do it cleanly. This is my personal reminder and goodwill."

He was going to do something that was very small for him but very big for others.

So Moon also gave a reminder. Although he shouldn't have to remind him.

After saying that, Moon took these things and left the underground warehouse.

——

When the time came to that afternoon.

Moen, who had changed his clothes and even his face, was standing in front of the Rodgrens Cathedral.

Now the whole city of Rodgrens is decorated with lights and people dressed up everywhere.

Because of the boy's blasphemous summons three days ago.

The entire New World was once swallowed by darkness.

It is said that it caused a lot of commotion inside the church.

Let alone other places.

In fact, if it weren't for this, Moon wouldn't have met so many people when he first came.

People were uneasy about it.

So in order to stabilize people's hearts and emphasize the rule of the church.

Patriarch Rodgrens specially prepared a parade to pray.

He will bless the people of Rodgrens in the name of the two supreme beings on behalf of the church today.

Although everyone knows that the goddess no longer responds to prayers since the king left.

But faith is so strange.

In a world without gods, people will follow faith madly, let alone a world where gods really exist?

All this is for this.

Even just now, Moen saw the team of Patriarch Rodgrens leave in front of him.

But that is not Moen's current goal.

Moen is now looking for the priest.

If ordinary people want to enter Rodgrens Cathedral, it is actually not difficult, but it is not simple.

That is to open the way with money.

After donating a sum of money that made them all satisfied in front of the priests at the door of the church.

Moen was allowed to enter the sacred church where they redeemed the lamb.

Of course, a body search is required.

But Moon only had a bottle of good wine.

Because Moon had just shown great piety, the priests were happy to answer Moon's questions:

"Father Hal, right? Ah, he's inside. Turn left and the third room is his prayer room."

After thanking him, Moon quickly found the place according to the instructions.

Knocking on the door, Father Hal was obviously surprised by the visitor in front of him.

"May I ask who you are?"

Morn raised the wine in his hand and said:

"Father Hal, have you forgotten me? It was you who gave me the baptism back then! I came here specifically to thank you for your guidance today. Look, the gift I prepared for you."

After noticing what the wine in Morn's hand was, Father Hal became enthusiastic instantly:

"Oh, that's it. Dear sir, please forgive me for not recognizing you at first sight. You are, yes."

"You baptized me in Gastown."

Gastown? I remember where I've been, but did I baptize this guy?

Father Hal had a little trouble remembering it, but whatever.

This was not what he asked for, it was sent by the other party himself!

After closing the door, Father Hal invited Morn to the opposite side of his table with increasing enthusiasm.

And he also found two silver cups that he treasured.

"Because you brought rare and good wine, I brought out my treasure."

Moen, who saw the cup in the other person's hand, smiled and said:

"Ah, I know that. Judging from the patterns on the vampire cups, they should be from the Tola family's collection. Perhaps a few centuries ago, they contained the blood of a certain great man."

Morn's answer made Father Hal more and more satisfied.

"You are a very knowledgeable gentleman, so shall we get started?"

"Of course, please sit down and I'll pour the wine."

"Why is this so embarrassing?"

As he said this, Father Hal had automatically sat opposite Morn.

Behind him is the emblem consisting of a dragon and a holy spear.

Seeing this scene, Moen couldn't help but said:

"In the past, I remember this was supposed to be the Lion and the Holy Spear."

In this regard, Father Hal also looked back slightly and said nonchalantly:

"Ah, lion? Oh my god, how many years ago that was. At least it's been like this here since I came here."

"Let's talk about this while enjoying the wine, dear sir!"

Regarding Father Hal's request, Morn nodded in agreement:

"certainly."

After saying that, Moen picked up the wine bottle and slammed it on the table.

"you--!"

Looking at the splashing wine, Father Hal said one word in shock and anger, but there was no follow-up.

Because Moen then grabbed the broken wine bottle and waved it forward.

The sharp fragments accurately cut the opponent's throat.

This left him unable to even call for help. He could only cover his bleeding neck and fall on the chair twitching.

No one knows whether the two silver cups in front of him contained the blood of some great person, but now they contained his own blood.

And it would be useless for him to call for help because the soundproofing here is excellent.

After all, there are always some redemptions and donations that are not suitable for outsiders to hear, and they always happen in the prayer rooms of priests, right?

Then entering the church does require a body search, and it is difficult for a mortal to get around this.

But what kind of rare weapon is needed to kill a priest whose status as a supernatural being is debatable?

A broken wine bottle will suffice.

The smell of blood has been completely covered up by the mellow aroma of wine.

Amid the other party's constant twitching, Moen picked up the files on his desk.

After a brief search, Moen found the list of people sent to hard labor.

The name of the boy's father is prominently displayed on it.

This made Morn sigh, because now was not the time to save him.

It would be easy to just save the boy's father, but what Morn wanted was to save everyone in Rodglen's hard labor.

So that will have to wait.

And this is part of the plan.

Morne had chosen his method of entering Camelot and assassinating the Pope.

But in order to achieve this smoothly, Moen took the pen and paper next to him and left a letter on the table.

After sitting quietly and confirming the death of the other party, Moen walked out of the room.

After closing the door, Morn, who smelled of alcohol, smiled at the church knights here:

"Dear sirs, Father Hal has drunk too much, so he hopes that you will not disturb him for a short time."

The knights all showed understanding smiles, and then personally escorted Morne out of Rodglen's Cathedral.

When Mohn left the church and hid among the crowd, he also tore off the mask he was wearing.

Another ordinary face appeared.

It was one of the things he bought on the black market.

Anyone can get it if they want to.

He is now off to his second goal of the day.

A priest who relies on the behemoth of the church to show off his power is very easy to deal with. He can be killed or even escaped without any arrangements.

But that's not what Moen wants. Moen wants more.

Therefore, his second target was Patriarch Rodgrens who was on a parade praying for blessings!

Whether it's the best way to assassinate the pope or save those poor people who have been sent to hard labor, the great pastoral capital is a necessary part of the solution.

Because those people were sent to the mines under his name to work as hard labor.

——

On the other side of Rodglen's City, the Patriarch's procession has already arrived here.

Everywhere you look there are huge crowds of people.

If knights hadn't arrived early to clear the way, I'm afraid this huge convoy would have fallen into an impenetrable predicament.

The Patriarch, standing on the top of a luxurious carriage pulled by twelve dragon horses, was waving to the believers below with great satisfaction.

He was too lazy to recite the canon for these lowly people. He almost forgot the beginning of the canon.

Anyway, the king had died long ago, and the goddess had completely closed herself off.

Memorizing the canon was just for climbing up, and now he had already climbed up!

In just three months, his term in Rodgrens would be successfully completed.

Then he would wait to return to Camelot to become a member of the cardinals. By then, relying on his connections and accumulation, he would soon begin to be promoted to a demigod and become a truly immortal.

In order to enjoy the power he had finally obtained in the long run.

The more he thought about this.

The Patriarch could not help but close his eyes with a flying heart.

The noble cardinal and the honorable demigod body, what a wonderful combination!

Well, now I finally understand why Cardinal Moss was so stingy with me.

There is a number of cardinals. If someone goes up, someone has to go out.

Especially when everyone has lived for so long.

It is indeed necessary to manage the people below.

Thinking of this, the Patriarch couldn't help but think about how he would work with the other cardinals to check and balance the lower level while making them work hard for him.

No, no, no, it's too long to think about this now.

My main thing now is to ensure that I can be promoted to cardinal and become a demigod.

So, um, things here have to be finished cleanly.

The slaves in the mine must be dealt with before leaving.

After all, although everyone does these things, it would be bad if someone brings this thing to the table to block me.

And, what else?

I have to think about it carefully.

The Patriarch who was thinking hard about his promotion and everyone around him didn't expect that.

At this time when everyone was watching and the gods were blessing him.

The gun went off.

At the moment the gun went off, no one had reacted to what happened.

Even the first reaction of the knights and the extraordinary people who were guarding the Patriarch was-who fired the salute?

The Patriarch himself didn't care at all.

Because their rule has been peaceful for too long.

A few decades of prosperity is enough to make a powerful empire completely indulge in a life of drunkenness and dream.

What's more, what about the prosperous rule of the church in the New World that has continued to this day?

It is true that many clergymen died unexpectedly due to the resistance of the untouchables.

But there has never been a single one at the level of the Patriarch.

Even assassinations are the same.

Because even if the struggle within their church reaches the level of bishops, they will do everything they can to spare the other party's life.

This is not because they are kind, but to leave a way for themselves.

So when the gun went off, no one thought that this would be an assassination of the Patriarch.

The guardian knights who should have reacted the most were still pretending to be doing their job and wandering in the sky.

Until the ritual under the Patriarch's feet was automatically activated and the light wall was lit up.

The Patriarch barely came back to his senses and looked in front of him.

In his field of vision, there were already large pieces of black matter tutting on the light wall.

Although no one, including the Patriarch himself, thought it was an assassination.

But this still failed to take the Patriarch's life.

Because this is the world of the extraordinary, the Patriarch's feet are stepping on the protective ritual specially prepared for him by the church.

Now is the time for the extraordinary power to show everything.

It was not until this moment that the Patriarch realized that this was an assassination.

Endless shock and anger rose instantly.

But before he could speak, the second gunshot came.

This time, with the previous reminder, the knights finally realized what happened.

But it was too late, the second attack had hit the light wall in front of the Patriarch.

Before, it was a black viscous substance stained on the light wall, and now it was a scarlet thing like blood covering the previous black.

The engulfment and fusion between the two colors made the Patriarch frown slightly and also raised a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment.

A violent explosion occurred.

The knights who rushed onto the frame were directly blown away by the explosion.

The crowd next to them did not receive any damage because the frame was too tall and majestic.

The Patriarch was horrified to find that although he was still fine, the light wall in front of him was flashing wildly.

And the strange color did not disappear, but covered his vision more and more rapidly.

Is this thing polluting the ritual under my feet?

Then the third shot rang out.

This first life-and-death experience instantly made the Patriarch react instinctively.

He took off the holy emblem on his chest and held it in front of him.

Under his control, the power of the holy emblem and the ritual was blocked in front of him.

He believed that this time, he would definitely be fine.

Sure enough, although the third shot rang, nothing happened in front of him.

This made the Patriarch ecstatic and shouted to the knights below:

"Go find that damn assassin!"

He didn't need to say more, the knights and the extraordinary people had already rushed in the direction of the gunshot.

Even the fastest extraordinary person had found the gun that the assassin had thrown on the roof.

While cursing the other party for running too fast, he also shouted to the back:

"The assassin has already run away!"

His voice made people feel that the assassination had come to an end.

Then, the fourth gunshot occurred.

It came not from the front, but from behind the Patriarch.

When Moon put down the revolver in his hand and disappeared into the shadows, the Patriarch was looking at his broken chest in disbelief.

After reaching out and touching it lightly in disbelief, he confirmed that his chest was really empty and fell straight on the ritual with endless unwillingness and confusion.

‘I am about to become a cardinal, how can it be, how can it be.’

As he fell, the ritual that he had forcibly modified returned to normal, and a light wall with the same brightness lit up around him.

But the person who needed to be protected by the light wall had already died inside it.

Such a scene almost made everyone stunned.

The Patriarch, who represented the supreme power, died in front of them without any signs? !