Huh? Are they all real?.

"I think if our approach gets out, many people will definitely follow suit, and it could even become a popular trend or an ancient tradition!"

The eldest daughter, who had placed the ring on Moen's finger, still held Moen's hand, her entire gaze fixed on the pale gold ring.

At the same time, she was saying things that were very girlish but made Moen almost sweat profusely instead of just sweating.

After a long time.

Noticing that Moen's expression was a bit off, the second daughter asked:

"What's wrong?"

After a moment's hesitation, Moen said with difficulty:

"There are already precedents for couples to have the woman cut off a lock of her hair to make a hair ring!"

These words made the eldest daughter pout cutely and say:

"I see. That makes sense. After all, so much time has passed. We couldn't have been the ones who came up with such a wonderful idea."

As mentioned earlier, the three sisters were separated at a very young age to guard the equally separated Holy Sword.

Therefore, they not only didn't know about the rings, but also because Moen didn't dare to wear other goddesses' rings when they met.

So they didn't even know that they weren't the first to want to break the ban, or even the first to give Moen the ban!

Seeing that they didn't seem to have reacted, Moen decided to cover it up.

But the youngest daughter asked curiously:

"So do you know who the lucky one was who came up with such a wonderful idea?"

The existence of the hair ring is so widely known that even if Moen tried to hide it, he couldn't possibly keep it a secret.

Moreover, if he keeps it a secret now, he'll definitely face the three sisters' furious revenge later. But the problem is, if he doesn't keep it a secret now, he might...

Moen, who was truly drenched in sweat, first forced a smile before slightly turning his gaze and saying:

"Those are Lionheart and Storm Goddess."

Upon hearing this, the three sisters' expressions changed instantly.

Richard the Lionheart was the youngest son, Finn Khoon.

Then the Storm Goddess Denise is the Holy Lance Rungomminiad.

In other words, not only did they lose the ring to another third party, but the one who stole the ring just happened to be the Holy Lance?

In the ensuing silence, the eldest daughter asked with a dangerous look and tone:

"May I ask who came up with this idea? Although I'm reluctant to believe it, based on my understanding of you, it seems like something you would do!"

For the first time, Moen found swallowing saliva to be a very difficult thing.

This is exactly the same as swallowing magma when your throat is rusted.

However, he couldn't help but answer.

So Moen could only force a smile and say:

"You still understand me so well, just like back then."

The three sisters' eyes changed completely.

They said in unison:

"So, you really came up with this and it was passed down? And the object was even the Holy Lance? The Holy Lance, one of the four sacred relics, whose function and existence seriously overlap with the Holy Sword???"

It's one thing to be beaten to the punch by another woman, and it's another to be betrayed by Holy Lance, since they all know that too much time has passed.

But how can everything be taken by surprise, especially when you're the one who initiates it?!

Women are tigers.

For the first time, Moen truly understood this sentence.

He said with a dry laugh:

"Yes, it is."

The three sisters immediately pounced on him, grabbing his arms and neck and biting him wildly.

Moen could only wander around begging for mercy like a comedic character from an animated film.

But the three sisters certainly wouldn't stop there; they simply kept using the intervals between bites to say viciously:

"Holy Lance, Holy Lance, Holy Lance, it's the Holy Lance again! Why don't you just spend your whole life with your Holy Lance!"

"Why did you come back to find us? How dare you come back to us!"

"That's too much, you wicked guy!"

Women are tigers, tigers are big cats, so big cats are women!

A brilliant formula was proven by Moen.

However, one thing is certain.

Even so, the three sisters still couldn't bear to take off their beautiful pale gold rings.

-

Although one major earthquake after another has swept the world in the past two years, the extraordinary world is still in the process of being overwhelmed.

However, it seems to have little impact on ordinary people and even those extraordinary individuals from the lower and middle classes.

After all, the only big shots who need to worry about returning are the same big shots.

They were just a bunch of insignificant pawns.

While a sneeze from a powerful figure could accidentally kill them, what kind of powerful figure would sneeze at them if they had nothing better to do?

No!

The Baratheon dynasty, which had been absent from Moen for some time.

The three time travelers were carefully checking their makeup.

The dress, which she hadn't worn since arriving, had now been meticulously adjusted and re-arranged by them time and time again.

But judging from the fact that they still look in the mirror from time to time...

They were clearly still very nervous.

They might have a lot in common with Miss Leda right now.

The only difference is that Leda was almost scared to death by her best friend.

After all, it was clearly beyond their comprehension for a blasphemer to suddenly encounter a princess.

As for them, they were simply going to meet a very important person from the capital.

However, they do not yet know which important person it is.

They were recruited into the government just over a year ago.

When the hunters first approached them, they genuinely thought they had to go home and hide under the covers to cry.

Unexpectedly, the other side not only did not intend to execute them, but also recruited them into the government.

From then on, they became fundamentally different from their companions who were still suffering and hiding in hiding.

They are superhumans with official backing!

They not only had stable and reliable access to extraordinary resources and knowledge, but also a dynasty as a solid backer.

What troubled them was that they hadn't been able to achieve anything significant.

The simple truth that eating without working will lead to trouble is something even ordinary people understand.

Let alone time travelers like them, who are only chosen by the elite.

Fortunately, they have finally found some clues recently, but what they didn't expect was that it was only after sending the message up that they realized they had made progress.

Not only did they receive immediate feedback, but their upline was also very nervous, telling them that an important official from the capital would be coming to personally oversee the matter.

And now they are waiting for this important figure from the capital at the Duke of Surada's castle.

This was once the main city of the Eagle Clan, one of the Seven Dukes of the Empire, but with the Empress's ascension to godhood, the Seven Dukes also completely collapsed.

Now only the House of Westeros is powerful, but strangely, the Lannisters have only had their fiefdoms and capital cities taken back, but their ducal titles have not been stripped.

They asked about it, and then their boss said seriously, "This is not something we should be asking!"

Then he glanced meaningfully at the top of his head.

The meaning is clear: this is related to the highest level.

What could be at the very top of a dynasty?

So they immediately pretended not to know anything about it.

Big shots won't sneeze at lowly pawns, but that doesn't mean pawns will just come running to them.

After checking their appearance countless times, the three of them finally met their boss.

The other party had also changed into their formal attire—the Sound Hunter combat uniform with the Silver Owl insignia.

The first thing the other person said to the three of them as soon as they came in was:

"Your news has pleased the higher-ups. Although there's no intention to give you outsiders official positions right now, we can offer you the rights and resources equivalent to a team leader."

"That's right, they're Sound Hunters!"

This excited the three of them—captain-level authority! That meant Yellowhead Eagle!

At this point, their boss, looking a little nervous, loosened his collar and said:

"I must say, I originally just wanted to drag you three thugs along, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise!"

"Out of more than a dozen teams, only our team accomplished something!"

These words did not bring the three joy; instead, they were taken aback and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You mean there are a dozen or so other teams besides us? About the same number as us?"

The silver hawk immediately nodded and said:

"Of course, otherwise do you really think we'd rely on just the few of you?"

The three of them quickly shook their heads and said:

"No, it's just that we thought there were only a few teams left at most. After all, our numbers are quite small."

This prompted the other party to nod in agreement:

"Indeed, it's very few. After all, it's excessively small that a dynasty could only muster a dozen or so teams."

"Alright, thanks to you all, I'm finally going to meet the big shot that I would never have met even if I were to die heroically in the line of duty."

Their boss's words undoubtedly increased their anxiety.

This also made them look forward to the future even more.

Back when Baratheon was still the Empire, a Silver Owl was already a big shot among big shots for an ordinary transmigrator.

Now, Baratheon has not only become a dynasty, but they are even going to meet a big shot that Silver Owl said he could never meet!

My goodness, what an esteemed person this is!

With a hint of fear and a little bit of anticipation.

They followed their superiors into the Duke's castle hall.

Almost as soon as they entered, they instinctively straightened their backs.

Because a dozen or so nobles, whom they had only seen or heard of before, were already standing there early on.

Among them was even their theoretical superior—the provincial governor!

What surprised them even more was that these nobles, who had previously only shown curiosity and inquiries when they saw them, were now a different group.

Surprisingly, at this moment, they all cast kind glances at them.

He then invited them to stand in the main seat.

What does this mean? It means that these important figures will benefit greatly from their reports!

Your Majesty is on the throne! What exactly are they responsible for?