Huh? Are they all real?

After leaving the fortress, Morne did not know whether the woman who could be regarded as an elf took him into the Meereen sewers.

Look at this dark, narrow sewer system.

Moen couldn't help but think that I always seemed to be crawling around in the sewers.

I'm afraid there's no king like me in the entire history here, right?

I hope that when someone discovers this in the future, they won’t give me the title of King of Sewers.

'ah. Sir, are you interested in joining our church? ’

‘The Supreme One we believe in often walks in the sewers everywhere, so you will definitely receive His protection when you live in the city. ’

It's bad, just thinking about it, I couldn't help but think divergently.

"Do you know why I saved you?"

When Moen's thoughts were wandering around, the woman in front finally spoke to him again.

At the same time, Moen also heard some subtle sounds.

Follow the sound and look forward.

Mohn noticed that the woman had taken off her hood.

But Moen was a bit surprised that only one of her ears was pierced through her hair.

"Your ears?"

"It was cut off."

"Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter, because I took the opportunity to kill him."

"So, do you know why I want to save you?"

The woman said this sentence again, and Moen said tentatively:

"Because Mr. Doug told you I was a good guy?"

"Because Doug told me you were rich!"

What a realistic answer.

"I am indeed rich, but they have already taken away my card."

"You are a noble of the dynasty. Even so, as long as I send you out, you will naturally get your wealth. Why, you didn't say that you would ignore the kindness of saving your life, right?"

Moen, who was following the woman, thought for a moment and then said in a fateful tone:

"I'm actually not a dynasty noble. I just went to Khazad-dum and lived there for a while. I told Mr. Doug this just because it can best ensure my safety."

"After all, I do have a lot of money."

There is no need for Moen to lie to himself at this time.

So the woman turned her head in surprise for the first time:

"You are not the chosen one of the dynasty, and you are not even a noble. Just like that, you still want to buy her?"

Moen spread his hands and said:

"You can't just watch a poor lady walk into the dragon's lair, right?"

The woman shook her head helplessly and said:

"Then do you still have money?"

Moen said regretfully:

"No more. The card I have is a bearer account. While it is safe and convenient, there is no way to reissue it."

This is the reason why major chambers of commerce recognize bearer accounts.

This is an important source of wealth.

"So, can I leave on my own?"

The woman looked at Moen like a fool:

"Do you think you can still survive if you go out alone in this situation? Lord Marquis Marquis and the others dare to attack."

"What you say seems to make sense. Do you have any advice for me, the poor man?"

The woman couldn't help but cover her face. She felt like the whole world was against her.

Neither that safe house nor a new source of income was found.

It’s almost impossible to open the pot in the camp.

"The people above must be looking for us everywhere now, you guy, forget it, you and I will come. After the news has passed, I will send you out of Meereen."

Moen smiled and said:

"You are willing to save me because I am a good person and you have a kind heart."

The woman's delicate face that fit the figure of an elf couldn't help but look very helpless and speechless.

"You guy."

Moen put away his cynical smile and turned to the woman seriously:

"That's rare, ma'am, especially in your situation."

"It makes no sense."

After the woman left these words, she walked forward silently.

Moen naturally followed.

"You mean to take me to where you live, and don't you worry about me talking nonsense after I go out?"

"You can try it."

The woman just smiled disdainfully.

Moen didn't quite understand her reliance and confidence, but she thought she had a reason for it.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of that castle, it is no longer a day or two.

This shows that this woman has been against the Iron Bar Association.

So much so that they had to build their headquarters into a castle.

But this creates a big problem.

Although this woman doesn't look like a Sequence Five, she doesn't look like a demigod either.

But even if she is really a demigod, in front of the Iron Bark Merchant Guild who backs the Steel Heart Church.

Even demigods can't make trouble.

In this case, why has she been able to deal with each other in Meereen for so many years?

If you think about it this way.

Moen raised his head and said to her:

"There is a great person who sympathizes with your situation and is protecting you, and his power should be acting on your camp, right?"

These words were spoken, and Moen was pushed against the wall by the woman. The ice blade in her hand was already pressed against Moen's neck:

"Why do you know this?"

Moen smiled and said:

"Relying on the clues I saw, otherwise, how could you survive until now? You are not dealing with a large chamber of commerce, you are provoking a church."

The woman who had been staring at Morn's eyes seriously finally let Morn go:

"I think I know why you are so rich."

She threw the sharp ice blade into the ditch beside her.

It was a very common scene, but Morn saw the problem:

"You can only use it, but you can't control it. Is there something wrong with your sequence?"

The woman's body paused again.

After a moment, she recovered and continued to move forward:

"You are really smart, but why don't you know that truly smart people know to keep their words in their hearts?"

"Because I believe you won't hurt me, and I sincerely want to help you and your companions. Madam."

The woman shook her head and smiled:

"How can I help? You have no money and no power now. I even have to find a way to send you out of Meereen. You are just a burden to us now who can share food."

So ruthless.

Morn said helplessly with great solemnity:

"Madam, please believe me, I will soon know how to help you."

Morn still doesn't know where they should be classified, as they have the appearance of elves but are no different from humans.

Only by determining their true belonging.

Can Morn know what identity he should stand beside them.

As a human or an elf.

Or to put it more concretely, should Trajan Westeros take care of this matter, or Erenian Gil-galad.

They are beings abandoned by both humans and elves.

If you want to help and save them, it is not a simple rescue, but to let them be accepted by their own tribe again.

And Morn knew that if he was not wrong, this mistake might come from his kindness.

The woman ignored Morn's meaning.

But Morn's voice continued:

"There is one thing I want to ask you, that is, how old are you?"

The woman paused slightly because of this question.

Obviously, as long as she is a woman, she cares about this issue.

Although Moon still hasn't figured out whether it really makes sense to care about age in the supernatural world where immortality exists.

"I have no obligation to tell you."

"I just want to know if you have lived for a thousand years?"

The woman looked at Moon in disbelief and said:

"How is it possible? I'm only two hundred. No, it's nothing. Forget what you heard."

Only two hundred years old?

Obviously it's not the life span of a human, but as a mid-sequence supernatural being, even if it's a strange supernatural being, it's just a normal age.

"Don't worry, ma'am, for elves, two hundred years old is not yet an adult."

For Moon's words, the woman showed a lonely look for the first time and said:

"I'm not an elf, and we are not elves."

Moon asked meaningfully:

"Is it not recognized, or is it true?"

"Both."

After that, there was no more dialogue between the two.

They just walked in the sewer silently.

But as time went by, Moon heard a huge sound of water coming from the front.

That was the sound of water falling from a high altitude.

Is the outlet in front?

But this is not important. What is important is that the water has become clear.

It is not the kind of gradual clarity, but it suddenly changes from dirty and filthy water to clear spring water at a certain dividing line.

Morn has seen such a miracle, but how could it appear here?

With a kind of disbelief, Morn quickly passed the woman and walked around the corner first.

Then in the huge sewer outlet, Morn saw a small tree that looked like gold growing quietly on the suspended platform in the center of the outlet.

The miracle of the spring undoubtedly came from her glow.

Morn witnessed such a miracle when the blasphemous dragon cursed the rivers of the whole world with its pus, blood and malice.

It was the holy tree that accepted the blasphemy and pollution of this world.

But why is it here?

Even at that time, the holy tree still stood in the Forest of Roselorian.

"Is that the holy tree?"

"Yes, that is the holy tree, the only god who gives us mercy."

The woman standing next to Morn knelt down respectfully towards the small golden tree.

She once prayed to the gods of the whole world, but the only one who responded to her was the silent holy tree.

Next to the golden holy tree are several simple but warm huts.

The abandoned people living here often nestle at the foot of the holy tree to offer their prayers and worship for it.

But now, they are all surprised to find that the holy tree, which has always been a golden branch, is now full of branches and leaves miraculously.

The light is very soft.

When the king really returned to his side.

The golden holy tree also showed its miracle.

In relative silence, Morn put one hand on his chest, faced the holy tree, and bowed slightly.

There is no doubt that their situation comes from themselves.

Back then, this was pure kindness, but now, this is an unimaginable terrible denial.

The appearance of the holy tree is to redeem this mistake on its behalf.