Huh? Are they all real?.

They knew it was an antique, but it wasn't worth much because there were so many of them and they were badly worn.

Moen, looking at the shield, said to them:

"The Lionheart was the founder of the Round Table and the supreme authority of the Church of Storms. As a result, not only the Church of Storms and the Round Table, but almost the entire New World was keen on using items with the image of a lion."

"And as the Round Table Army, which is directly under the Round Table, their equipment reflects this in every aspect. But what do you see on this shield that is at least several thousand years old?"

As Moen turned the shield face up to them, all the transmigrators instinctively widened their eyes.

Because the pattern on the shield is a dragon.

Not to mention lions, even the Holy Lance motif, which is still commonly seen today, is gone.

Then, this thing must be at least three thousand years old!

After a moment of stunned silence, one of the time travelers tried to explain:

"This may not be a big deal. There are many groups that use dragons as patterns, and the New World is also a place where dragon culture is prevalent."

But before he could finish speaking, his voice was interrupted by a sigh from the mayor:

"But this is a church founded on faith."

The time travelers fell silent, their expressions varied, but most were quite grim.

Moen then asked:

Why do you need to avoid dragons?

After glancing at his companions, the mayor addressed Moen:

Three months ago, some of our companions went to explore a small ruin, hoping to find something useful inside.

"But in the end, we suddenly found that they had lost contact. When the rescue team arrived, we found one of them outside the ruins. He was already in a deep coma."

"And he kept repeating the same sentence, 'The dragon is coming.'"

"Then, our companions began to disappear without a trace. They disappeared without a trace, at an unknown time. To this day, we have not found anything useful."

"To ensure that such losses do not happen again, we have gathered here, hoping to temporarily escape this situation with the help of the church."

Moen frowned slightly and said:

"You should know their status in the People's Federation, right? So, have you contacted them?"

The mayor frowned deeply and said:

"That's the scariest part. When we went to find them, they were all dead in the Human Alliance! Including that comrade who had been unconscious but was still alive."

This is the biggest loss in the history of their organization, and the first time in history that there has been a true death.

In the past, they only had companions who left this place forever, and could only watch them continue to move forward from the People's Federation.

And now.

Did you explore that ruin later?

The mayor smiled wryly:

"That one was even more outrageous. We didn't go in at first because we didn't know what was going on, but by the time we were ready, the ruins had disappeared!"

"Just a second ago, our people were right in front of us, but the next moment, it was gone, it just vanished! It disappeared right in front of so many of us!"

"Although I have been here for six years and have become quite tolerant of these outrageous things, this really exceeded my expectations."

“Sir, even in this world with gods and all sorts of supernatural powers, this matter sends chills down my spine. Perhaps you don’t feel it, but we are truly frightened.”

We tried everything, but our companions kept going missing.

There were even bizarre incidents where companions were right in front of them one moment and suddenly disappeared the next.

After listening to their description, Moen frowned slightly.

He had encountered many similar situations, but if it was related to dragons...

Thinking of some things he had seen before, Moen said to them:

"If I'm not mistaken, you might have messed with a very troublesome guy."

The time travelers all looked at Moen with shining eyes.

At that moment, they truly felt like they had grasped a lifeline.

They had sought help from many people, but Moen was the only one who seemed to have any progress.

"Please tell us what to do, and we are willing to pay any price we can!"

Moen did not answer immediately.

If he wasn't mistaken, then this must be a powerful dragon species that has conceptualized itself as the Fafnir dragon.

In the Age of Gods, he could use his authority as the eldest son to kill him.

But right now, he's really having a headache about how to deal with this thing.

Ah, there is.

The magic-suppressing stone in the distant forest!

"Anti-magic stone, can you get your hands on an anti-magic stone? It doesn't need to be too big, just a small piece that can clearly carve the image of a tombstone. By the way, the tombstone must be carved with the symbolic concept of a certain eldest son in detail, preferably a crown representing the last son, and please don't carve the eyes on it."

"You mean we should carry the anti-magic stone with us?"

"Correct."

Moen's affirmative answer immediately stunned them.

"But that would mean we'd become ordinary people, and if an emergency happened, we'd just be watching helplessly!"

Moen also knew that this was undoubtedly a very risky thing for them in this kind of place.

But all he could say was:

"You can throw away the anti-magic stone later. Although there is still a risk, it is the only advice I can give you at the moment."

The mayor then asked seriously:

Are you sure it will work?

Moen said:

"You have provoked the Fafnir dragon, which has elevated itself to a conceptual form. It has no physical form; it is a concept, residing in people's hearts and devouring souls."

"This is also one of the beginnings of the dragon's great sins."

"And in the distant forest outside Tombstone Valley, the trees that once grew there were nourished by the flesh and blood of the previous Fafnir dragon."

One of the time travelers raised his hand, puzzled, and asked:

"Didn't you say it was a concept? How can it have flesh and blood?"

To this question, Moen smiled and said:

"Because it arrogantly provoked the eldest son."

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Chapter 287 Thanks to the blessings of the two emperors

It is said that the ancient dragons were the most prized creations of the primordial era. They were powerful, beautiful, immortal, and loyal.

Therefore, the ancient dragons received immense favor from the original creators.

As a result, Gu Long and his contemporaries gradually lost themselves.

They are no longer humble; they have become arrogant and have begun to seek more.

For example, dragons without gods began to seek to possess and even become gods!

This goes against everything that was originally set for them.

You may only go this far; you must not cross it.

This was the original warning given to them, but the ancient dragons ignored it.

Later, they also committed a great crime because of this.

One such creature is Fafnir, a dragon that dwells between the human heart and the concept of dragons, waiting for the opportune moment to devour the souls of all living beings.

That was the first ancient dragon that Moen killed with his own hands, and it was also the first ancient dragon that almost became a god.

Regarding Moen's suggestion.

Although the mayor was still somewhat hesitant, he finally nodded and said:

"If we don't encounter any further problems within three days, we are willing to accept all your requests. However, if the same thing happens after three days, we will take back everything we have given you. So, do you agree?"

"It makes sense."

This was a perfectly reasonable request, and Moen naturally had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, he is not in a hurry.

I still have to meet other guests tonight.

The mayor smiled and gestured with satisfaction:

"Then I wish we could all get everything we want."

Moen also reached out and shook hands, smiling:

"May the original gaze always watch over and protect you."

Thus, this somewhat lengthy conversation came to a complete end.

Although they did not immediately receive the assistance they wanted.

But Moen was very satisfied.

Because the time travelers actually provided them with information about Fafnir the Dragon.

It seems the dragons haven't learned their lesson.

I just don't know if this one will run into my preparations.

If it arrives, it will surely receive a pleasant surprise.

If it doesn't come, that's fine too. It's obvious that it's extending its reach to the entire church and even the New World, so it'll face off against Moen sooner or later.

If he were in that position, Moend would pray that he would face himself soon.

Because once Moen has completed the assassination and proven himself, he will no longer be facing two self-disciplined ordinary people.

While they were thinking, Moen and Lily had already left the tavern.

After yesterday's assassination attempt, there were significantly fewer pedestrians on the street.

Amidst the hurried pace of countless people, Moen couldn't help but look up at the two flags fluttering overhead.

Those were the flags of the Church and the York Empire, respectively.

Both have one thing in common—they both feature a dragon motif in the center.

Not to mention the lion, even the sacred spear, which should be the main object of faith, was pushed aside by the ferocious dragon.

After pausing for a moment, Moen withdrew his gaze and continued on his way.

The girl behind him asked:

"You're going to see that patriarch, right? But it seems you didn't leave him your contact information, so how are you going to contact him?"

Moen turned to look at the girl and smiled:

"Just go find him directly."

"Isn't the risk too great?"

"No, he will help take care of everything."

-

As dusk settled, Patriarch Glenn, one of the three remaining patriarchs in Rodgerens, sat anxiously in his room.

He wasn't in the cathedral where he should be at that moment; he was at his private estate in Rodgerns.

He remembered that it was a gift from a count in the York Empire.