Huh? Are they all real?.

Strangely, the SUPP government has remained silent on this matter.

When questioned by citizens, they simply said that they were investigating.

However, since no substantial losses occurred, the crowd's emotions did not change significantly.

They just kept discussing this matter.

In the crowd, a gaunt man with a strange tattoo on his neck was scrutinizing this unusual world.

His eyes showed no curiosity, even though all of this was unknown to him.

The only thing he saw was wisdom, a profound intelligence that could be discerned simply by looking at someone.

It was as if this man had seen through all the causes and effects of the world and time.

In fact, everyone who came into contact with him felt the same way.

Couples who talk to him will receive just the right amount of encouragement from him, thus becoming closer.

The middle-aged man, who was feeling lost, found his direction after saying just one sentence to him.

The old man, nearing the end of his life, found immense comfort simply through a chance encounter with him.

He guides everyone he meets like a wise prophet.

But now, he, everyone around him, and this foreign land he is in.

Everyone heard that heartbeat.

People looked around in increasing astonishment, trying to find the source of the sound. Only after they found that everyone around them was reacting in the same way did they realize that the sound seemed to be the same as the number seven from earlier in the day.

However, just like over there, people were confused and puzzled, but they felt unusually at ease with this voice that should have been terrifying.

Of the two worlds, only one person felt this was an exception.

That was the skinny man with the strange tattoo on his neck.

The moment he heard the sound of his heartbeat, his pupils contracted sharply.

He looked around in disbelief, trying to convince himself it was just an accident, but when he saw that everyone else was the same, he realized that they were also in disbelief.

He almost stumbled and fell.

How can it be? !

A tremendous feeling of suffocation surged up like a tide, engulfing him in the dry, stagnant street.

With a thud, he collapsed to the ground like a drowning mortal, overwhelmed by suffocation.

Passersby who noticed something was wrong with him tried to help him up and kindly asked about his health.

However, he could not hear the voices of passersby, nor could he escape the terrible suffocation.

Even though he knew better than anyone that this suffocating feeling of being about to drown came from his own fear.

He merely pushed the passersby aside like a clown, then stumbled and staggered away into the distance.

He just wanted to get away from the place where he heard that sound.

They were all there back then, but now I'm all alone.

If that's true, then he can't imagine what the future will be like.

After running blindly for a long time, he finally collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, like a fish dying of thirst.

The voice disappeared.

But there's no mistake, it must be Him!

He is back!

He has come to take everything back!

He will not forgive me, and Mother will not forgive us!

Hide, hide, you must hide!

It's impossible to win, it's impossible to win, only I can win!

It's just me now!!!

He struggled to his feet, stumbling and disappearing into the depths of the street, just like his vanished wisdom.

Where he was originally going, some people with inverted triangles drawn on the back of their hands came out of the room and looked around suspiciously.

Chapter 230 Augustus's Treasure

The tightly closed doors of the forging hall were suddenly pushed open, and the Moon Goddess, exuding a powerful aura, waited until she confirmed that her king was safe and sound.

That sharp edge was fleeting.

Nowadays, almost no one knows what that heartbeat means.

But precisely because they don't know, the gods are especially concerned about whether something has happened to their king.

Moen, who was puzzled by this, asked curiously:

"what happened?"

“Something very unexpected just happened. I was a little worried about you, so I rushed over to check on you, but it seems I was overthinking it.”

As they spoke, the Moon Goddess looked curiously at the solidified furnace behind Moen:

"How did Thorin's furnace get like this?"

Moen and the King of Torino were good friends, so the goddess knew exactly what this place was like.

A moment later, the door closed by itself, and the goddess, realizing something, asked Moen seriously:

"Your Majesty, was that matter to you?"

Moen instinctively wanted to deny it, but after a moment, he realized he couldn't bring himself to say it.

This surprised Moen slightly.

Because this made him realize that he was not in sync with his own heart.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"It's nothing. What just happened was indeed related to me. I shattered the Earth Ring."

The goddess said with increasing surprise:

"One of the Nine Rings forged by the Dark Lord Sauron?"

Why did you break it?

Sauron, the Demon Lord, is a notorious evil god. In human records and legends, Sauron is even on par with Anstith, the Lord of Prophecy, and is universally reviled.

However, the elves and orcs felt that He was an external deity that was difficult to describe as good or evil.

However, the nineteen rings—the three rings of the elves, the seven rings of the dwarves, and the nine rings of men—that He forged by His own hand are the most precious treasures in the entire world since the Age of Gods.

Before His nineteen rings appeared, the world's most precious treasures were the four original sacred artifacts and the unique Level Zero sealed artifacts.

Without exception, all of these originated from the beginning; none of them were creations of mortals.

It was Sauron's ring that made up for this regret, surpassing the level one sealed artifacts and second only to the nineteen treasures of level zero sealed artifacts.

If they could, the gods would be willing to spend a great deal of time and effort to collect the rings of the demon lord Sauron.

So why did her beloved husband destroy Sauron's ring?

Moen put down the hammer and said:

"Because I want to return this power to its rightful owner."

"The Dark Lord Sauron? What pact did you make with Him? Is He returning too?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"Sauron was merely the forger, not the source of the ring's power."

This was the first time she had heard of it, but because of this, the goddess became even more concerned about it.

She asked carefully:

"Your Majesty, can you tell me why you want to return this power to its rightful owner?"

Regarding this question, Moen left the frozen furnace, raised his hand, and touched the goddess's cool, silky cheek, saying:

"For you and for me."

The goddess's face instantly flushed red. She didn't resist intimate behavior; in fact, she looked forward to it. However, she was indeed too easily embarrassed.

She wanted to continue enjoying herself, but because this matter seemed extremely important, she immediately took two steps back and covered her increasingly flushed cheeks, saying:

"This is related to your return, isn't it?"

"Yes, Selene."

Her king did not tell her everything, and Selene knew this very well, but she did not press for details, which is a common trait among almost every goddess.

They all respected their king's choice.

She simply chose to ask in the direction the other person might answer:

"You made a deal with the source of that power? It sent you back to me, and you returned the power to it?"

After a brief silence, Moen said:

"In some respects, that's how it can be understood."

That power is Moen's last trump card, possessing infinite possibilities to reverse the worst outcome.

In this way, it can be said that the power ensures that Moen always stays by the goddess's side.

Of course, this doesn't apply to any particular goddess.

"Then I have no problem."

The abrupt ending was somewhat unexpected, so after a moment of stunned silence, Moen looked earnestly at Selene and said:

"Thank you, Selene."

"You don't need to thank me, Your Majesty. You are my only king!"

The goddess took the initiative to hug Moen for the first time. Although she was shy, she still tried her best to hold Moen.

Warmth and coolness achieved a perfect fusion in the goddess at this moment.

Especially when the goddess gently licked Moen.

However, the goddess did not bite down.

She doesn't need to drink blood, but she finds it hard to resist the temptation of the king's blood.

Because her king is currently very weak, she is unwilling to harm him.

So the goddess simply licked Moen's neck lightly, then rested her head on Moen's body.

While enjoying this rare moment of tenderness, he also said to Moen:

“Your Majesty, if you are pursuing those nineteen rings, I also know some things.”

"Like what?"

Finding all the rings is not necessary, and Moen can go looking for them after he retrieves the divine essence.

But it's always good to get them ahead of time, since those rings are indeed very valuable treasures.

"Of the Seven Rings of the Dwarves, four have already been destroyed, and the remaining three are now in the hands of several Roman emperors in the Old World. I've also heard that some of the other rings have ended up in the Old World as well."

"Some speculate that someone in the Old World is collecting those rings."

Moen knew that four of the Seven Rings of the Dwarves had been destroyed, because he had taken the opportunity to burn those four with dragonfire.

It's just that the methods were different, which is why there wasn't the commotion we're seeing today.

but:

"Throughout history, many people have deliberately collected these rings, so is there something different about them that you specifically brought them up?"

The goddess reluctantly let go of Moen, and standing in the moonlight, she raised her hand to recall her past memories.

Those were her memories of visiting the Old World. In the moonlight, Moen could see them clearly.