Huh? Are they all real?

The woman had passed by the girls, and she looked at Moon who was interacting with the sacred tree in disbelief.

After a brief hesitation, she asked in a daze:

"You, no, who are you?"

Moen lowered his head and said:

"If you haven't guessed it yet, then let me postpone the moment of revealing the puzzle."

"After all, the process of waiting for surprises is always interesting."

The girls became more and more excited.

Light began to appear in their eyes.

Who is Moon? They, the women, already have a little fantasy.

But no one dared to say it out loud, as if this would dissipate this too ethereal fantasy.

For them, this world is too cruel.

So much so that when hope really came, they almost lost the courage to try to embrace redemption.

After all, before today, they were a group of homeless people abandoned by their parents.

In the soft glow of the holy tree, the girl who first met Morn raised her hand timidly and asked:

"But what can we use to make a crown for you? There is nothing here. We are even running out of food to fill our stomachs."

The second half of this sentence is really a bit hurtful.

Stuck in the king's decree, the holy tree between the Steel Heart Church can only give a little blessing, but can no longer give them more blessings.

So, even with the blessing of the holy tree, they still live a difficult life.

Morn smiled apologetically and pointed to the golden branches above his head and said:

"You can use this."

The girls immediately retreated in panic.

Breaking off the branches of the holy tree is something they have never thought of.

This is terrible.

This is the only holy tree that is willing to tolerate and accept them!

In response to their resistance and panic, Morn waved his hand and smiled:

"Don't worry, this is what she wants."

The golden holy tree above Morn's head also made a swaying sound at this moment.

This made Morn smile:

"Look, she is also saying yes."

Throughout the ages, those who can get the leaves of the holy tree are very rare.

And the only one who can take the leaves of the holy tree and use them is the Eternal King.

Before them, the twelve golden flower lords were responsible for making the laurel wreath for the Eternal King.

And when Roselorian was given the name, this was her sole responsibility.

But now, Morn decided to temporarily give this honor to them.

It was his fault that led to the exile of his people.

Since he wanted to take them home, it would be the most appropriate choice to temporarily give it to them.

After seeing this scene, they carefully gathered around again, but even so, they still asked in a low voice:

"Is it really possible? Sir, we may, may not be able to weave the laurel wreath you want?"

Moen smiled gently:

"As long as it is woven by you, it is enough."

The girls dared to take action.

Moen also made way and watched them carefully pick the branches and leaves of the holy tree.

Beside Moen, the woman stood behind him a little awkwardly.

"You, want to save us, right?"

Moen said strangely:

"Of course, I think I should have made this very clear, right?"

The woman lowered her head more and more:

"This is too unexpected, and too beautiful, so I still wonder if I am dreaming."

Her left arm was almost swollen from being pinched by her.

At the same time, she lowered her head and finally let Moen see her missing ears.

Not all of them were cut off, but the slender pointed ears that were the symbol of the elves were just cut off.

This made Morn sigh slightly in his heart:

"How did you find this place?"

"After I escaped, I met another girl in the same situation as me. She told me that there is a place that belongs to us deep underground in Meereen."

Moen was a little surprised:

"How did she know?"

"She said that she saw it in a book written in Elvish."

"I did find the holy tree in Meereen as she said. At the same time, when I came here, there were these thatched houses here."

The woman who was lost in memories finally raised her head and looked at the thatched house next to the holy tree.

That was something that existed before she came. Obviously, it was a legacy of other girls a long time ago.

This also shows that the blessing of the holy tree has already begun.

"What about her?"

The woman who mentioned her obviously regained a lot of vitality.

She said to Moon with great joy:

"She is braver than me and more useful than me."

"Because after she told me about this, she said she would go find other girls to tell them about it. There are eleven of us here now, twelve including me."

"Among them, six others came here because of her guidance."

"Although there are twelve of us, we always feel that she is among us, so there are actually thirteen of us!"

"Look, there is a bed and quilt left for her in the room over there, but she has been outside, guiding the rest of her companions to escape here."

"Besides, this is why there are only twelve of us now. In the past, we had twenty-one people at most in the past hundred years!"

"Half of them were sent by her, and some of them were even rescued by her with her own wisdom and courage. The rest were rescued by us from the demons."

"Hope, maps, travel expenses, and food on the road were all prepared by her."

As the woman spoke, she noticed that Moon's expression seemed a little subtle.

It was a look she didn't know how to describe.

It was a mixture of surprise, joy, gentleness, and more emotions she couldn't name.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's just that, according to what you said, you should have been here for more than a hundred years, right?"

"Yes, I've been here for more than a hundred and thirty years, but I'm useless and can't improve everyone's lives. The blockade of those demons is too serious."

"I can't rob those poor ordinary people either."

Her ears drooped when she talked about the current situation here, just like Ms. Lily.

But she shouldn't be able to fall from the tree by herself like Ms. Lily.

She actually accumulated a lot of wealth, some of which she earned herself, and some of which were secretly funded by kind people. Just like the Marquis.

But these wealth are generally used for expenses on the ground, such as maintaining intelligence and managing personnel.

After all, she is also a superhuman of a high sequence.

In this regard, Moon only took a glance and knew the general idea.

These are all easy to guess.

It does not require much wisdom.

And this is not what Moon wanted to say:

"That's not what I mean. I just want to say that you have been here for more than a hundred years, so she should know it earlier than you, right?"

"Yes, that's for sure."

Moen said more and more clearly:

"And she can always appear beside you who are scattered all over the world, and then tell you a hope, and deliver this hope to you?"

"Yes, this is simply a miracle. I really don't know how she did it all. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't know what to do."

For the woman's excitement, Moon just smiled softly and said:

"Maybe it shouldn't be called a miracle."

"What do you mean?"

Moen wanted to tell her the answer, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said:

"Or Maybe it is best for you to realize the truth yourself. "

"Let's talk about something else."

"For example, what?"

"For example, their auction house is in five days, right?"

The woman nodded and said:

"Yes, five days later, what are you going to do?"

Moen did not answer immediately, but continued to ask:

"Then, five days later, almost all the nobles who are interested in such transactions will come from all over the world, right?"

"Of course, I heard that this is the largest auction in more than ten years, so I am anxious to find that room to rescue them."

"Then let's set off in five days, just in time for them to arrive."

"What should we do now?"

There is no doubt that when the Holy Tree performed miracles, Moen automatically became the backbone here.

In response to the woman's question.

Moen put down his backpack.

After a brief hesitation, he took out the special rune, which encapsulated the Landa vegetable that Moen had been reluctant to eat.

"You said you were running out of food, but I still have a lot!"

Just like the bottle of Rolo wine should be taken out at the Seven Hills, this Randa vegetable should obviously be eaten at this time.

Moen crushed the rune without hesitation.

——

Above the valley, at the foot of the sacred tree.

In the old capital of the former king.

Loslo Rein, who was still in the vegetable garden, did not take care of her precious vegetable garden for the first time.

She just looked into the distance quietly, which happened to be the direction of Meereen.

Above her head, the sacred tree was waving a golden glow far beyond the past.

Not long after, the high elves who looked up at the sacred tree from time to time pushed the cart to the outside of the vegetable garden again:

"Lord Shadow, let's get today's Randa vegetables."

The voices of the high elves did not make Roslo Rein turn around.

She still looked towards Meereen, but she also gave her own response:

"No need."

"What, my lord?"

"No need to sell Landa vegetables to the outside world in the future."

The high elves were surprised:

"You finally think those damned humans are not qualified to enjoy such holy food?!"

Roslorean turned around and said with a smile:

"No, just don't send it over anymore."

This sentence still puzzled them as before.

But looking at their black armor that has never changed for thousands of years.

Roslorean added seriously:

"There is one more thing."

"What, my lord?"

"Change it back to the original appearance, he will definitely like it."