Huh? Are they all real?

No one will hate someone for no reason.

Even if he is a murderer, he kills people for no reason only because he is mentally abnormal, not because he hates anyone.

Hatred can only be caused by a person being treated unacceptably by another person.

And what kind of situation would make a long-dead god hated by the extraordinary people of his own path?

Theoretically, there should be no intersection between the two of them.

Could it be that he was tricked by something or arrangement of that guy?

And the trick was so bad that the extraordinary people of this path had no respect for their main god.

Even Moen did not expect that his former enemy would appear in the same era as himself in the form of residue.

The old prime minister also noticed the strangeness of the jester.

But the old prime minister did not ask any more questions, but changed the subject and said:

"If you succeed at that time, then I can guarantee that I will bring you what you want."

Hasank's address changed from you to you.

Such a small change made the jester quite useful.

This is not someone else.

This is Hassank Iman, who has a high say in the northern countries even though he has been out of office for many years and the empire he served in the past has fallen apart.

Being praised by ordinary people and those who want to rely on him is obviously not comparable to being praised by such an outstanding person.

The feelings between the two are simply far apart.

"Don't worry, since I planned all this, I must deal with Queen Baratheon, otherwise, she will always be my enemy!"

"Then I feel relieved."

"When are you going to start?"

"Tomorrow!"

"So soon?"

This time is so fast that even the jester who personally facilitated all this is quite surprised.

Shouldn't we make more proper preparations?

The old prime minister smiled and said:

"It's because even you can't think of it, so it has to be tomorrow, don't you think?"

The jester nodded in agreement after a moment of silence:

"You are right, Lord Hassank."

"By the way, in order to show trust and go all out."

"The host we are staying with plans to send out their own guardian knights."

"So by then."

"So by then, for my own safety, it would be better for an outsider like me to leave with him? Don't worry, please go back and tell the old lion."

"I will leave his castle with his big knight and the army, so that he can be his turtle."

The jester couldn't help knocking on the stone wall beside him.

"This thing is really hard and unbelievable. I really don't know how they dug it back then."

"Yes, it is really unbelievable. As far as I know, the people of the Lion family also tried to continue digging later, but since the founding of Baratheon."

"It seems that they have only dug out a small room?"

The old prime minister said uncertainly.

The jester confirmed the old prime minister's intelligence:

"Yes, even I don't know where the small room is."

"It is probably made into a safe house for the Duke of Lion."

"It should be."

There is a small room hidden that they don't know about?

Moen was also a little surprised. He didn't find it after going around for so long.

After shaking the backpack behind him and finding that there was nothing, Moen gave up the idea of ​​continuing to look for it.

He left the Boulder Castle before the gold coins were completely used up.

Moen didn't enter from the surroundings of the Boulder Castle. The surroundings of the Boulder Castle were full of soldiers and knights of the Lion Family.

Moen could force his way through with the magic ring, but it was unnecessary.

Because Mr. Tilly had another way-a tunnel he dug with his own hands.

It can be seen that Mr. Tilly really wanted the old lion to die.

So much so that he dug a tunnel directly to the bottom of the Boulder Castle from more than ten kilometers away.

But unfortunately, no matter how Mr. Tilly tried over the years, he couldn't destroy the rock wall of the Boulder Castle.

I can only give up.

After going down the tunnel along the way I came.

Tilly and the dwarf boss who was worried about him came up to him:

"How is it, sir, did you succeed?"

After taking off the things on his body, Morn took out the map he drew and the map prepared by Mr. Tilly from his arms.

The former took Morn less than half an hour, while the latter took Tilly a full ten years!

Just like this tunnel.

"I drew it according to your map. With this, you can pass through it at will. And the demigods and the army of the Lion Family will leave tomorrow."

"By then, there will be only a few guards and the old lion in the Giant Stone Castle. This will be your chance, Mr. Tilly."

Looking at the map Morn handed over and the passage that he had seen countless times before Morn came down.

Tilly covered his mouth tightly and cried.

Once upon a time, he always thought that all his preparations were a joke like wasted effort.

Seeing this scene, the dwarf and Morn patted his shoulders silently.

He was only physically short, but his soul and perseverance were no smaller than anyone else's.

In order to avenge the Lion Family that killed his mother, he tried almost every method he could think of and never gave up.

But as an ordinary person, he really couldn't rely on himself to climb over the mountain of the Lion Family.

Moen organized his words and continued:

"Although the old lion is not a high-sequence, he is also a transcendent."

Except for Moen, among the seven princes in the past, only the old elk is a high-sequence and a big figure of sequence three.

However, this does not mean that the other five are really pure mortals.

They are also transcendents, and most of them are middle-sequence.

Although they have not exceeded the limit of mortals, they are still difficult to deal with.

Moreover, the old lion will not be the only one in the Giant Stone Castle at that time.

Before Moen finished speaking, Tilly shook his head and said:

"Sir, I know what to do, don't worry, I will definitely shoot him to death on the toilet and let him leave this world without any face!"

Tilly, who made a promise to Moen, carefully took out a black long crossbow that was almost as tall as him from his backpack.

"You actually got this thing?"

Moen was surprised.

The rose crossbow, its name is nice, but it is extremely dangerous.

This is the fierce weapon that the blood nobles used for fun in the past.

After the cold, lonely, yet gentle Dark Moon replaced the crazy Blood Moon, this thing was destroyed in batches and no longer produced.

Because in addition to being difficult to defend against due to its cost, it will also cause great pain while allowing a person to live as long as possible.

So as to provide more entertainment for the notorious blood nobles.

"Long-legged man, Tilly has really suffered a lot for revenge that is far beyond imagination."

For the dwarf's words, Morn nodded slightly to show his approval.

Such a person is worthy of being entrusted with the task of killing the old lion.