These big shots are actually me

After realizing this, Ilúvatar could only hold Mozo's hand and sigh:

"I understand, and I will support you. But, is there really nothing else we can do to accommodate you?"

Ilúvatar knew she had to let go at this moment, but she couldn't accept it if she was asked to do nothing.

Mozo hesitated for a moment and then said to Ilúvatar:

"You can give me something that can be used to summon you at a critical moment. Don't worry, if I feel that the ritual cannot be completed, I will definitely choose to summon you."

Mozo actually didn't really want to hold the token that summoned Ilúvatar, but he knew better if it wasn't the case. Ilúvatar will definitely be worried.

Sure enough, after hearing what Mozo said, Ilúvatar's expression suddenly relaxed a lot.

After she looked around, her eyes suddenly caught a trace of long hair from her forehead. Then this strand of long hair from the goddess gradually woven into a star shape in Ilúvatar's deft hands.

Then the goddess blew on it and turned it into a delicate azure brooch.

After making this azure brooch, the goddess personally put it on Mo Zuo's chest and looked at Mo Zuo and said seriously:

"As long as you take off this brooch or stay away from it, I will appear by your side immediately!"

After saying that, the goddess hugged Mozo and buried her head in Mozo's chest and said:

"Please come back, please succeed, and please remember me!"

Mozo sighed softly, then hugged Ilúvatar, and kept stroking her soft hair and said:

"I understand."

In the end, Mozo also said to Ilúvatar what he once said to Victoria:

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer when everything is over!"

"Well, I believe you!"

This was a very warm and beautiful scene, but Mo Zuo always felt inexplicably guilty.

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Mozo then stayed in the Holy Mountain for a few more days, accompanying Ilúvatar to handle most of the matters or leaving a rough schedule, before Mozo set off for the south.

In order to allow Mozo to leave as quietly as possible, the goddess and Arwen worked hard to set up a cover.

The goddess even ordered and rushed to have a top-notch replica of him from the Iron Bank through secret channels, and it was controlled by the goddess herself to pretend that the human king Aragorn was still in the Holy Mountain.

With the full cooperation of the goddess and the strong support of the Iron Bank, Mo Zuo left the bitter cold land without anyone noticing.

On the same day, Mozo also learned the news from the traveling merchants on the airship—the orcs had founded a country, and the name of the country was the Kalaya Tribal Alliance. At the same time, they gave up their faith in Leia and the orc gods of the past generations, and changed their families under the name of Sanchez, the new generation of prophecy god.

For a time, all the forces were in an uproar.

It was enough for the declining orcs to abandon their former faith, but they actually took refuge in the name of a human god.

This really aroused countless people's discussions and even more contempt and ridicule.

But it was also because of this that Mozo roughly guessed what Sanchez relied on to become a god - he should have taken Sal's place to retrieve the treasure trove left by King Monger, and then used it as a basis to build the orc country.

At this point his ritual is complete.

He recovered what the world had lost—the unknown treasure trove of the Monger dynasty.

And in this way, the world structure was changed - the orc country was built with the nameless treasure trove as the foundation of the country.

Compared with the status of the gods, the specifications of this tribal alliance are indeed a bit shabby, but this is a gathering of 'all' orcs.

As a legal race recognized by all living things and even the original, it is indeed enough for the entire race to help Sanchez become a god.

After roughly sorting out the thoughts that he had not sorted out when he was in the Holy Mountain, Mozo glanced at the direction of the Moss Mountains and then shook his head and returned to his room.

Then on the way back to the room, the waiter on the airship came over with a cart of newspapers. When he saw Mo Zuo, he immediately asked enthusiastically:

"Mr. Orion, would you like to buy a copy of the latest newspaper? Please rest assured that this is definitely the latest news published that day!"

Orion, this is the pseudonym Mozo used on this trip. At the same time, because Mo Zuo lived in a special room, the other party also knew Mo Zuo's name.

After taking a look at the white clouds outside the window and the newspapers on the other side's car that still smelled of hot oil, Mozo asked in surprise:

"Is this what you printed on the airship?"

In this world, it is relatively simple to synchronize information remotely with extraordinary power, but it is quite difficult to print it in real time.

Because Mo Zuo remembers that the main force of printing at this time was still the printing press, and during this period the printing press was very huge, cumbersome, and easily damaged. Few people would be willing to lay out such a precious thing on a long-distance airship where space is precious and it also takes up space. s things.

The other party immediately puffed up his chest proudly and said:

"Yes, our captain spent a lot of money to order the latest ink printing machine from the Iron Bank! This is to ensure that every passenger can get the latest news about the ground during long journeys!"

"I remember that thing took up a lot of space and was expensive. Your captain was very willing to pay for it!"

"No, it's not big. Our captain ordered the latest model. The new model is very small! It can be decorated in a first-class room!"

Mo Zuo was very emotional when he said this:

"Times have progressed!"

With that said, Mozuo handed the other party a Duze gold coin.

"Give me a newspaper and a big tip."

The other party immediately bowed in surprise and joy and sent Mo Zuo the latest newspaper:

"Is there anything else you need?"

"There's nothing to say, but if you have any news worth noting, you can come to me!"

A random bit of kindness and arrangement may be of no use at all, but it is better than nothing.

And Mozzo is no longer the poor man who exclaimed when he saw a gold pound in Cromwell City.

Just kidding, although I am not in my home country, I am the king of purgation, the king of people, the master of painted shadows, and the Duke of the North, can I still be short of money?

Mo Zuo now shoots the golden gun casually!

After this brief interlude ended, Mozo returned to his room humming a tune.

But what Mozo didn't know was when the waiter sold out his newspapers in the cabin.

He quietly pushed the cart back to his employee room and locked the door.

He dragged a lockbox from under his bed.

After skillfully entering the password and opening the box, what appeared in the box were some daily changes of clothes.

But when the waiter took out all the clothes and put them aside, he knocked around on the bottom of the box, and a delicate and secret mezzanine was revealed in front of him.

Placed under the mezzanine is a set of simple but very exquisite sacrificial rituals.

It can be seen that this ritual must be quite old.

After estimating the airship's sailing time.

It was confirmed that the attendant who was currently in neither Justice Parish nor Victory Parish had arranged this sacrificial ritual with familiarity.

With the completion of the small altar, he lit the incense candle full of ancient inscriptions and wrote on a piece of paper - Orion Seven, a kind-hearted man who seemed to be very rich.

Then, after thinking for a while, he quickly sketched Mo Zuo's appearance under these words.

Although he was meticulous in his work, he obviously didn't think it was something worth paying attention to.

Because this is the seventh person he has met named Orion.

And before him, there was no telling how many Orions the other ancestors or possible companions had met.

But was there any reaction after so many Orions were reported?

No!

At least he hadn't heard anything about it.

If it weren't for the fact that every time Orion's information was sacrificed, the members of his family responsible for the sacrifice would receive ranging from a few to dozens of gold coins, he would not have done this. At the same time, it is estimated that their family will not continue to inherit this matter.

While admiring his excellent painting skills, the waiter thought about the rules of sacrifice.

He didn't know when their family's rules and rituals came into existence. He only knew that his grandfather said that his grandfather's grandfather had these. It is estimated that it was passed down very early.

Maybe it can be traced back to the War of the Four Gods!

At first he thought it was some evil ritual, but later he discovered that this thing had no response other than collecting information about people named Orion and giving them rewards.

Even those people named Orion have nothing to do with them, but except for matters related to Orion, the other party will not give the slightest response.

In other words, their family is more like employees than believers.

This is all reliable information accumulated by their family over many years!

But maybe if he leaks secrets or violates the rules, there might be some other reaction?

But he had never tried this kind of thing, and no one in his family had ever tried it.

Because this is obviously not a good thing.

On the contrary, if you do things silently, this will be an unstable but reliable source of wealth.

Their family relied on this set of rules and rituals to survive many difficult times.

After shaking his head, the waiter took out the Duze gold coin Mozo gave him from his arms with a little heartache, and then placed it together with the portrait on the altar and burned it.

While burning, he prayed that the gold coin would not disappear.

He didn't think that this kind of altar that could give his family gold coins out of thin air would really be unable to eat an ordinary gold coin.

But he still hoped that the other party could keep the gold coin.

After all, no one would dislike having more money.

But the result is destined to be disappointing.

Because as the flames disappeared, not only the ashes of the burned paper disappeared, but also his gold coins.

This made the waiter feel a little disappointed, but then he looked at the altar expectantly.

According to experience, several gold coins will fall on it soon!

You can exchange it for a few, maybe even dozens of gold coins. This transaction is worth it!

But what puzzled the waiter was that he had waited several times longer than usual, but he still didn't get anything.

Is it broken? Or is it that our family has finally taken away all the gold coins from the unknown person opposite?

Isn't this mysterious existence so poor?

Does that mean it's really broken?

Come on, I plan to pass this on to my son to make a fortune!

The waiter who was thinking this way stood up, and was horrified to see a large amount of silver-white currency pouring out from above the altar like a bottomless pit.

This amount was so large that he rushed to the wall.

And this has no intention of stopping!

Seeing that the waiter was about to be submerged under this strange currency.

The waiter who barely regained consciousness hurriedly stretched out his hand from the sea of ​​currency and shouted:

"Too much, too much! Too much! Take it back, please take it back!"

After he shouted this sentence, he didn't know whether it would work or not.

The altar finally stopped spitting as if it understood, and in turn it sucked away countless strange silver-white metal coins.

The strange metal coins that almost filled the entire staff room just now were reduced to a dozen or so on the altar in the blink of an eye.

The waiter, who almost suffocated, leaned forward in shock and fear.

Then he looked at this strange currency that he had never seen before with great wonder.

At first he thought it was a silver coin, but now he discovered that it was not silver or anything similar. He didn't recognize the words on it either.

However, the casting process of this currency is very delicate.

It even made him feel that the Duze gold coin just now was not as beautiful and delicate as the strange currency in front of him.

Also, the other party will give him these. Is this because the other party finally runs out of gold coins, or is he finding the right person? !

After wondering for a long time, he swallowed his saliva and carefully put away the sacrificial ritual and the dozen or so strange metal coins.

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