Huh? Are they all real?

Moen, who fell into the pit, was stunned.

No, where is my money? !

Where is all that money just now? !

What happened?

Looking at the blue sky that was encircled in the pit, Moen deeply felt what was incomprehensible.

At the same time, somewhere else.

The sky was full of thunderstorms, and people, beasts, and even the earth and mountains were trembling in front of this crazy thunderstorm.

Because every thunder that fell into the human world could instantly shatter a mountain.

"How dare he! How dare they!"

The roar of the gods resounded through the world, and another towering thunder struck the human world, the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and everything was like a doomsday scene.

Under normal circumstances, no one is allowed to fly or pass over the church, because it represents blasphemy against the gods.

But generally no one would do this, and even if they did, the gods would basically have no interest in paying attention.

Ants would not appear in the sight of the gods.

But if the one who did this was the enemy of the gods.

Then everything would be different.

To make an inappropriate analogy, you would not feel any problem if a bird flew over your head, but if your enemy stepped on your head, you might be disgusted to death by yourself.

And the most important point is.

He had clearly locked onto that person, and was about to send the evil spirit over to destroy everything.

But just before the mission was completed, he lost the coordinates for no reason.

The enemy stepped on his head and shit, and he was about to punch him in the forehead, but this punch that contained murderous intent and catharsis was swung in vain.

Such a huge ups and downs almost suffocated him.

"Ah--!!!"

That day, the roar of thunder resounded in the sky for three days and three nights.

And, another ancient city disappeared in the anger of the gods.

This is undoubtedly a big deal for the world.

But it is insignificant to the gods.

This is a huge city with a population of tens of millions, and it is just a city.

There are no ants in the eyes of the gods.

——

Confusion aside, no money means no money. Although Moen was confused, he still had to live his life.

Fortunately, he didn't really have nothing left.

Not more, not less, a little more than 100,000. In addition to Ai'er's 100,000, there were still 648 credit points left, just enough for him and Ai'er to have a good meal.

As for the money he borrowed before, Moen estimated that it was just enough for him to go out.

After burying this place, Moen left the park with cold hands and feet.

He must have been cursed by something.

Cursing himself not to become rich.

Once or twice is an accident, but every time it happens, there must be something wrong!

It's better not to let me find out who cursed me so viciously! ——

After returning Ai'er's 100,000, Moen asked Ai'er out for a good meal.

To be honest, for Ai'er who was already in the southern border, these foods were only okay.

But because Moen was there, it was really delicious!

The clam meat of Mis, which requires special extraordinary people to go to the sea to collect, and the golden honey smeared on it, which is worth thousands of pounds of gold for just one gram, are added together with other more delicious and precious foods.

El also felt that it was not as delicious as the crayfish that Morn peeled for her.

Even if Morn, the idiot, dipped too much mustard.

"Well, Morn, I still have some money now, maybe, maybe."

"That's good? But maybe what?"

"No, nothing."

Maybe you don't have to go out to find a job or something, she couldn't say this at all.

Because isn't this equivalent to a disguised confession?

If she had the courage, she wouldn't make a joke that she didn't like men.

Elmeran Cromwell, she had never experienced loss. Therefore, she was far less proactive than Ansha Baratheon.

But she was far luckier than the poor princess.

Morn knew clearly that she was Elmeran, who had always lived next to him.

This is reality, not a game.

"Then what do you mean by maybe?"

"Ah, this, I mean maybe I can pay later!"

This answer made Moen very excited.

He is now an out-and-out pauper, but it is just exciting.

He is not really penniless, there is no need to do this.

"No need, I will pay the bill if I treat you, I don't have to rely on you to survive. After all, I am also a man, right? Ai'er!"

"Yeah, that's true, you can't always rely on me."

After laughing dryly twice, Ai'er lowered his head and silently cut the steak on the plate into small pieces that are easy to eat.

After she cut it and spread the store's secret sauce on each piece of beef, she squinted and smiled:

"Try this, it must be delicious!"

Moen, who planned to enjoy the food at ease, naturally took it with a bright look in his eyes:

"It's great to have you!"

Ai'er supported his hands contentedly and watched Moen enjoy the food he prepared.

The two worlds have begun to contact, and she must hold the power of the South.

Otherwise, she was not sure she could see this scene all the time.

So.

The Queen's words once again came to Ai'er's mind:

"We are allies, because I hope you can always hold the South and keep it as it is."

"So you and I are not equal or equal. I will not have any additional requirements for you, but you must tell me about everyone around you."

Elle is not stupid, she just doesn't know how to pursue her love.

In other aspects, she is an elite who can be selected as a time traveler.

So she knew exactly who Queen Ansa was looking for. And Queen Ansa believes that that person is closely related to herself.

Combining the information from the Southern Territory, that person must be the real master of the Southern Territory - Trajan Westeros.

People there believe that the People's Union is the original promised soul's destination.

Therefore, the queen believed that the Duke of Southern Territory was here, and based on her judgment, she determined that the Duke of Southern Territory was someone close to her.

Al didn't have any idea who this person was.

She has seen Mr. Potter's memory rubbing, and the Queen has also seen it.

However, Moen, who immediately realized that he was coming, did not leave this loophole.

Memory rubbing was an idea he borrowed from the King of Turin to realize, and Moen was very aware of the flaws of this thing.

Memory rubbing is a good thing, it can perfectly imprint a person's memory.

However, it only imprints the memory of the person involved, not the memory of the world.

And human memory is the most deceptive!

This was the rare time that Mr. Potter helped Morn after being tricked by Mr. Potter so many times.

In the memory rubbing that El and the Queen saw, it was a character who was extremely deified by Mr. Potter.

Tall, calm, and wise, he is always on the dark side and always unpredictable.

It fit Mr. Potter's memory perfectly, but it didn't look like Morn at all.