Huh? Are they all real?.

He was genuinely afraid that the witch had also given him a hair ring.

Although he pays homage to The Lord of the Rings in every way, it doesn't mean he wants to become such an unconventional Lord of the Rings.

This is a place where something terrible could happen if you're not careful!

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that you might have forgotten something you wanted to give me, so that you won't have another chance later."

"Then I don't, Your Majesty."

Relieved, Moen happily said to the goddess:

"Then I'm all set. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Then I'll go and rest first?"

After the witch nodded, Moen went to rest happily.

This good mood lasted until Moen set off.

After giving the witch some instructions that were not easily noticed, he then gave her some more important instructions.

Only when he felt there were no further oversights did Moen feel at ease enough to mount the Ice Pegasus.

The witch stood quietly to the side, watching Moen leave.

The white pegasus did not fly away immediately, but instead proceeded slowly, taking into account the goddess's feelings.

It planned to wait until it and its master had completely disappeared from each other's sight before flying to the new continent.

Moen, knowing this, patted the Ice Pegasus's soft mane.

"Good boy."

Just as the man and horse were about to leave the witch's sight, Moen subconsciously turned back to look at the witch.

He wanted to wave to the other person to indicate that he was about to leave.

Although he could meet again anytime he wanted, parting was truly heartbreaking.

What Moen didn't expect was that as soon as he turned around, he saw the goddess suddenly remember something and walk straight up to him.

"Wait! Your Majesty, wait!"

Without Moen needing to do anything, the Ice Pegasus stopped on its own, and Moen immediately dismounted and quickly walked to the goddess:

"What's wrong, Ais? Is there anything else?"

Moen was worried that something urgent had happened.

The goddess, however, said apologetically to her king:

"This is also the first time I have had my own king, the first time I have had my own lover, and the first time I have seen you off on your journey. So please forgive my impetuousness."

Moen found it amusing and puzzled:

"What's so reckless about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Moen had a bad feeling.

The goddess tilted her head slightly and raised her hand to cut off a strand of her hair:

"You hinted at it so clearly yesterday, and I only just realized it now. I'm so sorry, Your Majesty."

The goddess, having made this statement, gently took Moen's hand.

"Please allow me to emulate the two divine kings of the past who were blessed by the gods. May my love, my watchfulness, and my blessings, like this ring, forever accompany you, my Your Majesty!"

With Moen's prompting, Moen finally obtained the goddess's hair ring.

Another one.

Chapter 277 The Supreme Being Who Cannot Protect Anyone (4k6)

A gold hair ring representing power, a silver hair ring representing the moon, and a black hair ring representing the abyss.

Moen, riding on his icy steed, looked at the three goddess hair rings in his hand with a complicated expression.

He hadn't expected the witch to give him a ring.

Indeed, this is true; witches do not have such a custom in their understanding.

So she never even considered this from the beginning.

As a result, Moen kept suspiciously 'reminding' her.

'I never expected that I would end up getting myself into trouble.'

'What a cruel twist of fate!'

After letting out a long sigh, Moen shook his head and grabbed a handful of flying ice shards from behind the Ice Pegasus's wings, smearing them on his face.

The biting cold is indeed a very useful thing.

This successfully helped Moen suppress all his chaotic thoughts.

He is now heading to the New World, the birthplace of chivalry.

It is also the location of the Holy City of the Church of Storms.

Legend has it that the war between the eldest sons caused the continent to crack, and in order to protect the knights' sanctuary from being submerged in the howling storm sea, five enormous ancient dragons voluntarily transformed their bodies into land, and this is the origin of the new continent.

The new continent, supported by the bones of a giant dragon, is the youngest of the continents here.

Therefore, many dragon species also took root in the New World.

Stories of knights and dragons are part of the mainstream culture here.

In Moen's memory, everything here was wonderful.

The knights maintained order, and the dragons protected nature.

Ordinary people can live here happily and permanently.

However, those were memories from when Moen was still the Lionheart.

Right now, Moen finds it hard to be optimistic.

After all, everything he encountered on his way to Seven Hills made him frown.

The nobles of those small countries have clearly sided with the Storm Church and are amassing wealth according to its will.

That was a clear act of blasphemy against the king.

But such blasphemous things did happen, and in the name of the church no less.

Normally, this would be enough to indicate that a huge change or corruption has occurred within the Church of Storms.

But the Knights of the Round Table, who should be protecting all of this, are still able to come to the aid of the Old World and operate outside.

This left Moen feeling somewhat conflicted.

The round table still maintains its original style, so why are these things happening?

As he pondered this, Moen raised an eyebrow slightly.

He's starting to get an idea.

But more clues are needed to corroborate this.

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A little further ahead on the coastline of the New World, a small boat is slowly drifting in from the depths of the sea.

This led onlookers to speculate whether it was a fishing boat that had strayed into the deep sea.

Because that's not a ship that can go too far out to sea.

But as they looked on, some fishermen became surprised.

The small boat didn't look like theirs.

That looked more like a ship from the Old World.

However, it was absolutely impossible for such a small boat to drift across the sea from the Old World to reach them!

So what exactly happened?

To the surprise of some fishermen.

The small boat finally reached the shore.

Then they saw a little girl with slightly dark skin. They had seen many such children before; she was a typical fisherman's daughter.

Just like their children.

But the woman holding the little girl's hand was different.

Her clothes were extremely revealing, but strangely, they didn't make her seem seductive. Instead, they made people feel ashamed and unconsciously lower their gaze.

Furthermore, the fishermen were quite certain that such a beautiful woman shouldn't be in a place like this.

A woman's appearance doesn't tell you much, but being too beautiful does!

And this is such an example.

After a brief hesitation, some fishermen hurriedly knelt on the beach.

They thought this woman was likely a noble superhuman!

He is a respected elder whom even the church's dignitaries treat with deference.

The glamorous woman, holding the little girl's hand, scanned the fishermen one by one.

In her observation, many of these fishermen were gray, somewhere between white and black.

A small portion is grayish-white, an even smaller portion is grayish-black, and there is only one pure white.

The woman immediately took the little girl's hand and walked towards the only pure white space.

As the woman approached, the little girl instinctively hid behind her.

Because the man in front of her looked very fierce, and half of his face was terrifying.

The little girl's understanding prevented her from describing what it looked like; she only felt it was terrifying because it was completely different from normal people.

The woman looked at the man with great satisfaction and smiled:

"You saved a child from the fire; you are truly a noble person!"

The man said in a panic:

“That’s my son, sir.”

But the woman laughed and said:

“It was only after he was rescued that he became your son, which makes you even more noble.”

The man stopped talking and simply lowered his head.

He didn't think much about it at the time; he just heard children screaming.

The woman then knelt down and handed the little girl to him, saying:

“I want you to raise this child. She also lost her parents, just like your son, but she did so not long ago.”

This made the man, who had been looking down, suddenly raise his head to look at the timid girl, and then look at the distant coastline.

"She escaped from the Old World? You took her with you when you escaped?"

Even the fishermen knew about the devil.

The woman didn't say much, but looked at the little girl and said:

"This is my mission, nothing more."

This left the man confused, but he shook his head helplessly and said:

"Sir, I really want to help this child, but I also have my own children to support."

Before the man could continue speaking, the woman stretched out her hand in front of him.

When unfolded, a perfectly round, colorful pearl was revealed.

The pearl, almost the size of a baby's fist, instantly made the onlookers swallow hard.

The woman also noticed that at that moment, their colors had almost all darkened by one or even two or three shades.