Huh? Are they all real?

After leaving the Chamber of Commerce and getting the weapons from Mr. Potter, Moon stopped moving.

He found a hotel and stayed there.

Moon counted his current assets. In addition to Mr. Potter's weapons, there were only 300 gold pounds that the Chamber of Commerce gave him.

As for the sponsorship he had received from Mr. Potter before, it was basically gone.

Three hundred gold pounds, it felt like it was enough for him to live for a long time.

If he really encountered any urgent need for money, Moon could write a few more celebrity notes from last week to exchange for money.

The Grand Duke's notes were indeed not worth much. After all, it was only 20 years ago, and what Moon wrote was not meaningful.

But if Moon took out the exorcism manual or a holy book written by Saint Constantine himself, it would be worth a lot of money.

This could easily occupy a place in a world-class auction.

But it's not that far yet, so there's no need to be too eye-catching.

After putting the two hundred gold pounds against his chest, Moon sewed another hundred directly into his coat.

Looking at the coat he had sewn, Moon suddenly felt that he might be able to sew more gold pounds into it.

Just like Mr. Jean Valjean!

It's just that he doesn't have a daughter like Miss Cosette.

Wait, why do I have to sew gold pounds into it?

This is an extraordinary world, I can sew something more useful into it!

Inspired by this thought, Moon opened the drawer and found the pen and ink, but felt that it was still not enough.

So Moon found the innkeeper and generously gave him a hundred gold pounds to ask the boss to help him get the church's holy water and blessed parchment.

Under the spur of the gold pounds, the boss quickly delivered what Moon wanted.

Looking at the things in front of him, Moon rubbed his hands and began to perform.

Without using a quill pen, Moon dipped his finger in holy water and began to write on the parchment while saying:

"My name is Constantine, a follower of the great creator, an agent of glory, in the name of the Lord, with the Lord's grace."

Moen did not dare to copy the holy books of other gods, but the original holy books.

Although the original fell into an eternal sleep after the creation of the world to maintain the operation of the world, as the creator of this world, his holy books are still very useful.

What's more, the one who copied the holy books is still a saint.

It would be a joke to rely on this thing to kill the extraordinary.

But if it is used to deal with abyss pollution and ghost monsters, this thing may have an almost heaven-defying effect.

Because the abyss and ghosts are not accepted by the world. The former is naturally chaotic, and the latter blasphemes the correct death.

After spending a whole afternoon, Moon finally sewed the holy books he copied into his coat.

It's convenient here!

Even if there are no resources at hand, you can still make the gift clothes by hand based on your past accumulation.

Feeling the slightly heavy coat. Moon couldn't help but say:

"I hope I won't run into any unlucky ghosts. I'm a little reluctant to use such a good work!"

--

The man dressed as a jester in the Giant Stone Castle quietly reviewed all his preparations.

After confirming that one arrangement after another was perfect in his mind.

He said with a slight smile on his lips:

"Sequence 2, Angel, what a beautiful name, and I will finally get all of this!"

The old lion always thought that he relied on cooperation with himself to get the sequence 4 extraordinary characteristics in his hand to be promoted.

So he didn't restrict or guard against him too much.

Who let the old lion watch him go up?

He was confident that even if he and the old lion were in the same position, he would not see any problems.

His arrangement was so perfect!

The prophet should be so successful!

It was that damned Lord Westeros who plundered the Lion family so severely that the old lion vomited blood and was heartbroken, so he hid the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 4.

So much so that he spent far more than expected to exchange the "magic potion" from the other party.

Just thinking about it, he felt painful.

Behind him, the three shadows talked to each other in front of him:

"Do you want to tell him? I think it will be very interesting."

"Forget it."

"Really not? The eldest son didn't scare him away, so a witch won't scare him away, right? It's good to see how his face changes after you tell him."

"Give him some mercy. Anyway, he has reached the end."

The shadow on the left laughed out loud.

The only one among the three who is not worthy of being called merciful is this one.

In order to win the War of Apocalypse, it did not hesitate to directly exterminate a race!

Even that was its ally.

Such a crazy thing, the two who came later never thought of it.

"Mercy? You actually said mercy? How funny! But do you really not know which eldest son is alive?"

The shadow standing in the middle of the three shadows sneered:

"I don't know, and since it's one of my brothers and sisters, he must be on guard against me."

"With my condition, I don't dare to believe it even if I find out who it is."

The shadow on the right said:

"On guard against you? It's been so many years, and you still find ways to guard against each other?"

"What did you do to each other during the War of Apocalypse?"

The shadow in the middle was silent for a while before saying:

“We destroyed each other’s most precious things.”

"In the middle of that war, it was basically just about revenge."

"No one was spared."

Even after countless years, the heaviness of the Apocalypse War can still make newcomers feel depressed.

The other two shadows shook their heads and looked at the jester in front of them and said:

"He is obviously a prophet, and we are obviously by his side. Why doesn't he understand that the only person who cannot believe in prophecies is the prophet himself?"

The prophet will eventually die for prophesying.

A prophet who does not understand this sentence will always be a layman.

——

Moen woke up the next day and went to the Overwatch Council again. Moen planned to ask Porter for a detailed map of the imperial capital.

There are also private ones, but they are not as useful and detailed as the official ones.

This should have been required before, but Moen felt that it was not necessary and ignored it.

It was also at this time that Moen realized belatedly that Mr. Potter had been transferred.

Standing on the bulletin board in front of the Overwatch Council, he watched the distant announcements of Porter and Polis.

Moen was a little confused.

Personnel transfers in the Control Council will be announced to the public, which is still a legacy from Moen’s time in power.

But Moen really didn't understand why Porter, who had made great achievements, was transferred.

And the place he was transferred to was the southern border. This cannot be said to be sending him to death.

But no matter how you look at it, it’s all exile.

Looking at the golden eagle Polis who was also transferred.

Moen, who did not have any valid information, could only speculate:

"Could it be that this golden eagle was on the wrong side of politics, which caused him to be suppressed and externally transferred? Not only did he also implicate his subordinates, so much so that even the newly promoted Potter was implicated?"

This is the most reasonable explanation that Moen can currently get, as for the fact that the note he gave to Potter was discovered.

Moen also considered it, but Moen really didn't expect that after noticing the return of the Archduke, Polis would choose to run away in silence and be forced to take Potter with him.

However, if Mr. Potter is taken to the Southern Territory, something may be discovered there.

The unexpected change made Moen feel a little dizzy.

He can hide and see what's going on, but Mr. Porter knows about Al, if the southern border discovers Porter's problem.

Aier will definitely be approached by the Southern Territory.

So how do I deal with this problem?