Huh? Are they all real?.

"No need to be like that, relax. I understand you all. It's just me personally, haha, let's not talk about that, but I really do understand you all very well."

"In short, I must state that although this matter is the divine will of Her Majesty the Goddess, its essence ultimately comes from His Majesty King Trajan."

Moen once asked the Queen if she knew of the existence of the White Calamity.

But the Queen could only give a negative answer, and Moen had already given up.

He could be a really good student for Tula.

The teacher gave up, but his students did not.

After Mohn left Baratheon, the Queen began a wide-ranging search.

Strangers are also a link in this network.

After all, if there are no clues here, maybe there are some in a foreign land?

The three time travelers—one from the second batch and two from the third batch—were far from being newcomers, and they increasingly realized the importance of this matter.

God's will is beyond question, but the king's command is even more beyond question!

If you disobey God's will, you're likely to be approached only by God's followers, but if you disobey the king's command, the one who comes to you might just be the true God!

The three asked with increasing interest:

"My lord, what is the will of the throne? We don't think that person can have any connection with the great throne."

Potter also said, somewhat strangely:

"I don't know the specifics either, since Her Majesty the Goddess herself is like that. It seems that only our King knows the whole story."

"In short, Her Majesty the Goddess's will is for us to find clues related to the White Calamity."

Potter's words made the three of them a little uneasy, since the clues they found didn't seem to be related to the calamity.

Their legs were a little weak as they asked:

"My lord, the person we found doesn't seem to have anything to do with the calamity, does he?"

How devout! His voice even trembled because of this!

Potter was once again amazed and felt ashamed.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. Because we didn't have much information at first, we could only assign tasks based on the bits and pieces we found."

"To be honest, none of us had any expectations at the beginning. But the three of you, the three of you, accomplished something completely unexpected!"

"I can assure you that if all goes well, you will be able to have a direct audience with Her Majesty the Goddess and receive her personal conferment of honors!"

The last sentence instantly invigorated the three of them, if they could really do it.

Wouldn't those three suddenly become the fastest runners among all their fellow transmigrators?

They directly received the supreme ruler's reward and blessings!

They probably never imagined that the fastest runner would already be sitting on the throne with the goddess in his arms.

And now they are having a real headache because they have too many thrones!

"Please explain in more detail, sir."

"Well, to put it simply, the person you reported is suspected by Her Majesty the Goddess, and he may very well have a direct connection to the White Calamity!"

At this point, Potter couldn't help but ask:

"Could you tell me exactly how that person described what he saw?"

The three of them immediately recited their prepared speeches:

"Sir, based on his description and the information we have found, we are quite certain that he is also a time traveler, and one of the first."

"However, during his nearly seven years of transmigration, he seemed to have been trapped in some icy land. To the point that he didn't even know that this world had gods and extraordinary beings!"

Another person added:

"I am a PhD in psychology, which is similar to the Joker's path, except that they have supernatural abilities, while I have an academic achievement. So, sir, based on my research, I am quite certain that he is not unaware of the supernatural; he is not even sure that he has transmigrated."

"He was almost always suspicious. It was a bizarre dream and some kind of intractable disease."

"Because according to him, after making thorough preparations in that white world, he trekked in seven directions for three whole months, taking nearly two years in total. However, he never saw any living people. All he saw were some animals and endless ice and snow."

“We also calculated his route and found that unless he was really unlucky, he shouldn’t have never seen a living person or even a supernatural being.”

This world is vast, truly vast, and there are quite a few snowfield regions that match the description given.

However, after ruling out those dangerous places that were definitely not places where ordinary people could live, they found that they could not find a place that matched his description.

"But he really hadn't seen anything, which doesn't make sense, so we reported it as an unusual case. And what happened next is what you know."

Porter nodded and said:

"We agree with your speculation, so have you found that person?"

The three immediately said:

“We had only been contacting and investigating the other party online before, no, we had been doing so remotely. Because the other party was quite cautious, we were unable to find his exact location immediately.”

"But under the throne's protection, we recently managed to locate him, and now, all we need to do is return on our next trip to see him directly, my lord."

Porter said with satisfaction:

"If needed, I will send the rest of the strangers to your aid. Rest assured, your achievements are already remarkable enough and will never be forgotten or shared."

At this point, Porter paused for a moment, then said to them:

"And I have a feeling that you might be able to meet my king directly, the great Trajan Westeros!"

The true legend—the great Sword and Shield King?

This time, not only the three time travelers, but even their superior, Silver Owl, couldn't help but yearn for that scene.

"I still remember the scene of His Majesty Trajan turning his back to all of us on that field."

"His Majesty told us, 'If you want to kill your emperor, then shoot!'"

“O O One, I have never seen such a majestic figure. I think that is the difference between the supreme and the mortal, because Your Majesty was not Your Majesty at that time.”

Yin Xiao's voice made the others nod repeatedly.

The miracle of Trajan receiving every army that the shameful false emperor sent is still sung by countless people to this day.

It is said that even Prince Adela suspected that His Majesty Trajan might have followed the same path as his mother.

But how could any illusion or allure compare to His Majesty Trajan's unparalleled personal charisma?

It was only when Augustus mobilized his army that the widespread discussion of this topic was suppressed.

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But in the distant New World.

After finally calming down the three big cat-like sisters, the great King Trajan was now grimacing at the bite marks all over his body.

"O Origin God, how could you treat me like this?"

Although it wasn't a big deal, and there wasn't even a wound, it still hurt a lot.

This is why Moen can't even use the healing rune.

The only option is to hide to the side and tough it out.

The night is now gradually quieting down.

The three sisters were fast asleep by the campfire. After glancing at them, Moen, who was rubbing the teeth marks on his hands, took off his coat to put it on them.

As the flames flickered, Moen paused slightly.

But after a moment, he went over and covered the three sisters with their coats.

After confirming that all three had been covered, Moen walked out of the firelight.

Behind Moen, the faceless gentleman in a tuxedo followed with a slight bow.

Once they were far away from the three sisters, the Faceless Gentleman whispered:

"My master, your student has asked me to deliver a letter to you. She says that you asked her about the White Calamity, and she has found a clue!"

At that moment, Moen suddenly turned around.

Meanwhile, Tula's messenger—the Faceless Gentleman—bowed down and handed over the letter from the Queen.

Chapter 340 Another prisoner of the Heather family (4k)

Even Moen himself has very vague memories of the White Catastrophe.

He only remembered that it was a piece of bizarre history that he had cut out.

The purpose of the extermination was to end the white scourge sweeping the world and to hold a funeral.

However, Moen couldn't remember anything more specific.

This is a very terrifying thing.

At least for Moen, the thought of it always sent chills down his spine.

Because he didn't know if it was because he had cut off this strange history, or if some unknown entity had cut off his memory.

For example, that 'company' that still baffles Moen to this day.

And now, his student Ansa has actually found a clue?

In a great shock, Moen accepted the letter handed to him by his messenger.

On the envelope, Baratheon's former emblem has been completely replaced with an image of a sword and shield.

Clearly, this was to match his royal name—King of Sword and Shield.

Even in his absence, Ansa continued to act for him.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but sigh.

He has stepped onto the stage and is moving closer and closer to the center.

The female leads also appeared one after another.

However, he himself was not fully prepared.

If things continue like this, he probably won't be able to accomplish anything.

Therefore, change is necessary.

After suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Moen opened the envelope.

At first glance, Moen noticed Ansa's elegant yet sharp handwriting.

Just like her, she is exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

It started with Ansa greeting him, although she didn't express it directly.

But Moen could sense her deep longing for him.

Sometimes Moen even hates himself for being literate.

Because if he is illiterate, at least he can temporarily escape this situation when he is not prepared at all.

He did so many necessary stupid things that he incurred too many emotional debts.

Amidst a myriad of complex emotions, Moen continued reading.

After reading it all, Moen put down the envelope and asked his messenger:

Did Ansa give any other instructions?

The faceless gentleman, who had been maintaining a slight bow, lowered his posture again and said:

"No, Master, Her Majesty the Goddess did not give any further details, because she said that this is all she has found so far."

After saying all that, the Faceless Gentleman suddenly said:

“However, my master, although I should not overstep my bounds as a servant, I still wish to offer a word of advice. As the king of Her Majesty the Goddess, you seem to have been away from her for far too long.”

“Your student misses you very much, Master.”

The faceless gentleman's words brought a wry smile to Moen's face.

"Yes, I know, but..."