Huh? Are they all real?.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Harley on the ground and Moen in the hall several times.

Ultimately, it ended up being mocked by the entire audience.

If we don't know what's going on, then we can only follow the rules!

As the Saint Des's gaze turned cold, tiny dragon scales began to gradually appear on his body.

Even his pupils had completely transformed into vertical pupils.

Just as he was about to step out, a hand grabbed his ankle from behind.

Looking down, he saw Harley lying on the ground, holding him back.

"What are you doing?! What do you know? Who is that person?!"

Des was absolutely furious with this woman.

They neither revealed what they knew nor allowed him to go up.

Are you crazy?

Amidst Saint Des's barely suppressed rage, Saint Harley could only watch as the man shook his head repeatedly.

She didn't know who that man was either.

But the moment she saw him, she realized that this was the root of her fear.

Don't go up there, you'll die!

"Do not!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing the sound, Des quickly crouched down and listened intently.

Everything today is so strange.

"No, don't go up there!"

"Why?!"

"No, no, don't go up there!"

Is this woman trying to mess with me?!

That was the only thought on Saint Des's mind at that moment.

Otherwise, why would they tell you not to go up, without explaining why?

"Crazy woman!"

After suddenly breaking free from Harley's grasp.

The dragon-transformed Saint Des walked directly into the venue.

Then, amidst the mockery that echoed throughout the hall, he spoke with a dragon's roar that could drown out all other sounds:

Do you even know the enormity of your crime?!

The laughter in the entire venue immediately stopped.

The employer has spoken; it would be rude of me to keep smiling.

But why are the people from the Steelheart Church only coming out now?

The powerful and wealthy looked at the audience with increasing curiosity.

However, the one present here is only Des, a Sequence Three Saint.

Therefore, some nobles also shouted from afar:

"Saint Des, please pay close attention to those valuable goods behind him! Judging from their appearance, they're not new stock from your inventory!"

Des ignored their meaning, his vertical pupils, now transformed into dragon's, fixed intently on Moen.

Harley's reaction still made him a little apprehensive.

And most importantly, the prayers went unanswered.

He was, after all, a saint, and he served directly under both emperors.

Generally speaking, his prayers are always answered.

However, neither the god nor the king responded to him.

This made him increasingly uneasy.

He just had to step up, otherwise he'd be in trouble no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing that Moen was also looking at him, he spoke again:

"Tell me, why did you commit such a heinous crime?"

Regarding this question, Moen reiterated his previous statement:

"I told you, I'm here to talk to you."

This statement brought even greater pleasure to the powerful and wealthy who were watching.

Interesting, this trip was definitely worthwhile.

Hopefully, this jester can bring them even greater pleasure.

"What to talk about?"

Moen pointed to the girls behind him and said:

"I demand that you abide by the Covenant of the Six Kings, cease the grave crime of buying and selling elves, and immediately release and return all the elves you have illegally trafficked!"

This remark caused the powerful and wealthy to burst into another huge laugh.

"The Alliance of the Six Kings?!"

"An elf?!"

"Oh my god, we didn't do that!"

"Is this man a jester specially hired by your Ironclad Merchant Guild? How hilarious!"

"You're not talking about those behind you, are you? They're not elves, they're not even human!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Des finally felt a deep unease, just like Harley.

The foot that was about to take a step forward is now firmly rooted in place.

He even wanted to retreat—no, he wanted to escape!

He knew this was his own inspiration frantically warning him.

But why? !

What is the cause of this inexplicable fear?!

After taking several deep breaths, he barely managed to suppress the timidity hidden deep in his throat and said:

"They are not elves; they are just a group of people whose appearance is atavistic, commodities whose own parents have abandoned their right to be human."

The words, "Your parents have abandoned your right to be human," caused the girls behind Moen to bow their heads deeply.

And they snuggled closer and hid behind Moen.

This is the only person who is willing to accept them.

And he was the only one who gave them real hope.

Amidst the jeers and laughter of the crowd, Moen simply stared quietly at the dragon-transformed demigod and said:

"I cannot deny that their status as human beings has been relinquished by their parents, but they are indeed elves, genuine elves."

"Therefore they should be protected by the Covenant of the Six Kings, and you should also abide by this ancient law."

"Otherwise, it will be considered a grave crime of blasphemy against the king."

Moen's extremely serious voice and Saint Des's strange behavior gradually stopped the laughter of the onlookers.

Having quieted down, they couldn't help but look at Saint Des, who was the owner.

You're not just going to watch some nobody from who-knows-where turn our legitimate transaction into a crime of blasphemy, are you?

Knowing the importance of things, Saint Des almost compelled himself to move forward.

But when he stood only four or five meters in front of Moen, he could no longer move his leg.

If he didn't still have the strength to back up, he would have doubted whether his legs were gone.

"For thousands of years, everyone has known that they only happen to have a slight resemblance. Don't try to slander us with your nonsense!"

"Get out of here right now, or you won't survive after slandering so many of us!"

Saint Des's actions made the onlookers even more puzzled.

Why not just take action directly?

Why did we bring them along on purpose?

Although they were indeed on the opposite side of that man, he was just an insignificant nobody. Why are you, a saint of the Church of True God, being so cautious?

Needless to say, the people around them all started checking Moen's identity again.

This time, it took significantly longer and required significantly more effort.

Taking advantage of this free time.

Moen took out his potion.

Then he addressed everyone:

"The new divine path has fallen, and all of you here should know that."

"Then I can also tell you something: the new method of Sequence 8 requires the blood of elves as a core material."

The nobles sitting on their luxurious thrones all frowned as they looked at the potion in Moen's hand.

At the same time, Moen also took the test tube containing the potion to the girls behind him.

"Anxia, ​​please give me a drop of your blood."

An ice pick immediately appeared in his hand. With a slight stab, bright red blood dripped from the poor girl's palm.

The miracle from the sacred tree has transformed the millennia-old blood of the elves, which is needed for potions, into elven blood.

This is a miracle that only the sacred tree could perform.

She is almost one with the elves, yet she is also truly independent of them.

At the same time, she was the only one in Moen who dared to drink the blood of the gods.

Other goddesses wouldn't tolerate all of your whims like the sacred tree.

Therefore, when fresh blood drips into it, the golden potion is created.

Moen, amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd, tilted his head back and drank the potion.

The next moment, everyone clearly realized that the person in front of them had been promoted to a Sequence Eight extraordinary being!

At that moment, almost all the powerful and influential people did the same thing: they looked at their subordinates who were still investigating Moen's background.

They've been searching for a long time, but Moen remains an unknown nobody.

Looking at his subordinates who were shaking their heads repeatedly.

Some powerful and influential people stood up.

This guy is definitely suspicious.

But that's precisely why we must completely suppress him!

"What a joke! We have no idea what the new route is all about. But we all know they're just a bunch of goods, a miracle that has been proven over three thousand years."

"So what you're saying can only be a ridiculous joke."

At the behest of the powerful and influential, their guards have sealed off the entire venue.

Meanwhile, several demigods had already stood beside Des.

Most are Sequence 4, but there are also three or four Sequence 3 like Des.

Looking at his strong support, Des felt that he could move his legs again.