Huh? Are they all real?.

He could only continue leading the two through a long secret passage to a large underground warehouse.

There were not only a large quantity of controlled substances here, but also several burly men who looked very intimidating.

They were also the reason why the tavern owner dared to bring Moen and the other two directly.

Their business isn't excessive, so this level of power is more than enough to handle everything.

Upon arriving at the destination, the tavern owner asked:

"So why aren't you afraid? I've never met a customer like you before."

Moen didn't answer him; it was Lily behind Moen who did.

She said to the tavern owner:

"Because your place is the cleanest."

This remark made everyone here burst into laughter. What kind of reason was that?

"There is no taste of blood."

The people who were just laughing fell silent instantly.

"Besides Kraulon's venom, what else do you want?"

Moen handed the other party a list that had been prepared in advance.

After looking at it, the other party frowned and said:

Some things take time.

Moen said bluntly:

“You must know the other black market dealers. Contact them and have them procure the goods for you.”

The tavern owner put down the list and looked at Moen, saying:

"That would cost quite a lot of money."

Putting aside the fact that he himself would naturally charge more, his competitors would certainly take the opportunity to raise prices as well. As a result, the items that were already overpriced due to the black market would probably fetch ten times more after they were acquired.

Moen looked at him and said:

"You don't need to worry about that."

"I need to see the money first."

“We’re right here, are you afraid we’ll run away? So I need to get the goods first.”

The two stared at each other for a moment, then the tavern owner gave in:

"Alright, you're the guest, you decide. But, close the door."

As soon as the tavern owner spoke, a wooden door suddenly appeared in the passageway that had been without any doors, blocking it completely.

The door looked very fragile, but given how abruptly it appeared, it's probably best not to judge it by its appearance.

Moen and his companion remained unmoved, standing rooted to the spot.

This put the tavern owner at ease.

People also became more casual:

"I don't understand a lot of what you're asking for, so what do you want to do?"

Seeing that Moen did not answer, the tavern owner also raised his hand and said:

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have asked."

But to his surprise, Moen continued:

"I need you to get me another bottle of good wine, the kind that can be used as a stepping stone."

Whose door are we knocking on?

"He's not a very noble person, just a priest, although he's employed at the Rodgerns Church."

"Well, then it doesn't really need to be the best wine. I'll take care of that. But with all this money going on, so how are you going to pay?"

Moen didn't look like he had much money on him.

After glancing at him a few times, Moen stepped forward and whispered in his ear:

"I originally prepared a formula for an anesthetic, from the Third Era. It's a royal legacy of the Ganas Empire. But now..."

The drawn-out syllable made the tavern owner instinctively press the dagger at his waist, and the other burly men also noticed something was wrong and looked over.

But Moen didn't mean to do anything; he simply spoke to his boss in syntagma:

"Do you want to perfectly conceal your identity, stranger?"

The boss immediately gave Moen a deep look and said:

"If that's true, you seem to have created an unequal trade."

Moen laughed:

"You have someone backing you up, don't you?"

Moen once posted numerous bounty notices on the dark web.

One of the time travelers told him that in the New World, they had joined forces to create a sizable underground business guild.

They said they could continue their cooperation in the New World if needed.

And that's what Moen is talking about now.

The reward he offered was indeed far greater than what he had asked for, but it wasn't for the tavern owner; it was for the merchants' guild.

The boss frowned; he was finding this guy increasingly unpredictable.

Is this a human rights group or an indigenous group?

"Don't overthink it, sir. I'm the buyer, and you're the seller. That's all."

The boss then shrugged and said:

"You're right."

Soon, everything Moen wanted was delivered.

A bottle of good wine to knock on the door, a large-caliber breech-loading gun, and a bunch of controlled items so messy that they had no idea what to do with them or what they could do with them.

"So, what's your payment?"

In response to the tavern owner's question, Moen simply pulled a potion from his pocket and handed it to him, saying:

"Don't tell me you run a black market business without your own testing methods."

This wasn't made with Moen's own blood; his blood is too prone to causing problems.

So this was a concoction made by Moen when he was the Moon King, using the blood of Archduke Alucard and the One Ring.

"Of course."

After muttering something to himself, the tavern owner took his things and went into his workshop.

The rest of his men stood there watching Moen and his companion; the wooden door had not disappeared.

After a while, the tavern owner came out thoughtfully, and then he asked:

How much do you have left?

Clearly, he has proven that it is genuine.

So he wanted more.

But Moen simply said to him:

"We'll talk about that next time. Don't worry, this won't be the last time we work together. Finally, although none of these things are special enough to be easily traced, I still hope you remember to keep things clean. This is just my personal reminder and a gesture of goodwill."

He was going to do something very small to him, but extremely big to others.

So Moen did offer a reminder. Although he probably didn't need to.

After saying that, Moen left the underground warehouse with these items.

-

When the time came to afternoon that day.

Having changed his clothes and even his face, Moen was now standing in front of Rodgren's Cathedral.

The entire city of Rodgerns is now brightly decorated, and people dressed in their finest attire are everywhere.

Because of the boy's blasphemous call three days ago.

The entire New World was once swallowed by darkness.

I heard that this has caused quite a stir within the church.

Let's not even talk about other places.

In fact, if that weren't the case, Moen wouldn't have encountered so many people when he first arrived.

People are uneasy about this.

Therefore, in order to stabilize people's hearts and emphasize the rule of the church.

Patriarch Rodgerns specially arranged a procession for blessings.

He will bless all the people of Rodgerns today on behalf of the Church in the name of the two supreme beings.

Although everyone knows that the goddess has stopped responding to prayers since the king left.

But faith is such a strange thing.

People would follow their faith madly even in a world without gods, let alone in a world where gods truly exist.

All of this is for this purpose.

Even just now, Moen had personally witnessed Patriarch Rodgerens's procession leaving right before his eyes.

But that's not Moen's current goal.

Moen is here to see the priest.

For ordinary people, getting into Rodgerens Cathedral is neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy.

That means you can just pay your way through.

After donating a sum of money in front of the priests at the church entrance, which pleased them all.

Mohn was then allowed to enter their sacred church, the church of the redeemed lamb.

Of course, a body search is required.

But all Moen had was a nice bottle of wine.

Because Moen had just displayed utmost piety, the priests were happy to answer his questions:

“Father Hal, right? Ah, he’s inside. His prayer room is the third room on the left ahead.”

After thanking him, Moen quickly found the place following the directions.

When the door was opened, Father Hal was clearly surprised by the visitor.

"May I ask who you are?"

Moen raised the wine in his hand and said:

“Father Hal, have you forgotten me? You were the one who baptized me back then! I’ve come today specifically to thank you for your guidance. Look, here’s the gift I’ve prepared for you.”

Upon noticing what kind of wine Moen was holding, Father Hal immediately became enthusiastic:

"Oh, I see. Sir, please forgive me for not recognizing you at first glance. You are, yes."

"In Gastown, you performed my baptism in Gastown."

Gastown? I remember being there, but did I baptize this guy?

Father Hal couldn't quite remember, but whatever.

This wasn't something he requested; the other party delivered it themselves!

After closing the door, Father Hal became even more enthusiastic and invited Moen to sit across from him at his table.

He also found two of his treasured silver cups.