Huh? Are they all real?.

If he really encounters an emergency where he needs money, Moen can write a few more pages of last week's celebrity notes to earn some cash.

The Grand Duke's notes are indeed not very valuable, after all, it's only been twenty years, and what Moen wrote wasn't anything particularly meaningful.

But if Moen were to pull out an exorcism manual written by Saint Constantine himself, or some holy book, that would be worth a fortune.

This item can easily secure a place in world-class auctions.

However, we haven't reached that point yet, so there's no need to be too conspicuous.

After placing the two hundred pounds against his chest, Moen sewed another hundred pounds directly into his coat.

Looking at the coat he had sewn, Moen suddenly felt that he might be able to sew in even more gold pounds.

Just like Monsieur Jean Valjean!

The only problem is that I don't have a daughter like Miss Cosette.

Wait, why do I have to sew gold bars in?

This is an extraordinary world; I could definitely sew something more useful into it!

Inspired by this idea, Moen opened the drawer and found pen and ink, but felt that it was still not enough.

So Moen found the innkeeper and generously gave him one hundred gold pounds to get him holy water from the church and blessed parchment.

Under Jin Bang's encouragement, the boss quickly delivered what Moen wanted.

Looking at the things in front of him, Moen rubbed his hands together and began his performance.

Without using a quill, Moen dipped his finger in holy water and began writing on the parchment as he spoke:

"My name is Constantine, a member of the retinue of the great Creator, a glorious agent, in the name of the Lord, by the grace of the Lord."

Moen dared not copy the holy books of other gods; he copied the primordial holy books.

Although the Primordial One fell into eternal slumber after Genesis to maintain the operation of the world, His holy scriptures are still very useful as the creator of this world.

Moreover, it was himself, a saint, who was copying the sacred texts.

Expecting to kill superhumans with this thing is a joke.

However, when used to deal with abyssal corruption and ghost-like monsters, this thing could probably have an almost godlike effect.

Because both the abyss and the ghost are beings unacceptable to the mortal world. The former is inherently chaotic, while the latter desecrates the proper way of dying.

After spending the entire afternoon, Moen finally managed to sew the copy of the holy book into his coat.

It's so convenient here!

Even if you have no resources at hand, you can still craft your own Craft Essences by relying on your past accumulation.

Feeling the slightly heavy coat, Moen couldn't help but say:

"I hope I won't run into any unlucky ghosts. I'm almost reluctant to use such a great piece of work!"

-

Inside the Stonecastle, a man dressed as a jester quietly reviewed all his preparations.

After confirming the completeness of each and every arrangement in my mind.

He said with a slight smile:

"Sequence Two, Angel, what a wonderful title, and I am finally going to truly obtain all of this!"

The old lion always believed that he had obtained the Sequence 4 extraordinary ability from him and advanced to his position by cooperating with him.

Therefore, there were no excessive restrictions or precautions against him.

Who told the old lion to watch him go up there?

He was confident that even if he and the old lion switched places, he wouldn't see the problem.

His arrangement was just so perfect!

This is how a prophet should succeed!

It was that damned Lord Westeros who ransacked the Lannisters so badly that the old Lionheart had to vomit blood and tear out his heart to hide this Sequence 4 extraordinary ability.

As a result, he spent far more than he expected in order to obtain the 'potion' from the other party.

Just thinking about it makes him feel the pinch.

Behind him, three shadows were talking to each other right in front of him:

"Should we tell him? I think it would be very interesting."

"forget it."

"Are you really not going to tell him? Even the eldest son couldn't scare him away, so a witch certainly won't. It would be good to tell him and see how he reacts."

"Let's show him some mercy. He's already come to the very end anyway."

The shadow on the left burst into laughter.

Of the three, this one is the only one who doesn't deserve to be called kind.

In order to win the war of revelation, it did not hesitate to exterminate an entire race!

Even its ally.

Such a heinous act was something the two that followed never even considered.

"Mercy? You actually use the word 'mercy'? That's laughable! But you really don't know which eldest son survived?"

The shadow standing between the three shadows sneered:

"I don't know, and since he's one of my brothers and sisters, he's definitely wary of me."

"Even if I found out who it was, I wouldn't believe it, given my current condition."

The shadow on the right said:

"Being wary of you? After all these years, you're still trying to guard against each other?"

"What exactly did you do to each other during the war of revelation?"

After a moment of silence, the shadow in the middle spoke:

"We destroyed each other's most precious things."

"By the middle of that war, it was basically just about revenge."

No one was spared.

Even after countless years, the weight of the battle of revelation still weighs heavily on those who come after.

The other two shadows shook their heads and looked at the jester in front of them, saying:

"He's clearly a prophet, and we're right here beside him, so why can't he understand that the only thing you can't trust in a prophecy is the prophet himself?"

The prophet will eventually die from his prophecy.

A prophet who doesn't understand this statement will always remain an outsider.

-

The next day, after waking up, Moen went to the Overwatch Council again, intending to ask Potter for a detailed map of the capital.

There are also folk versions, but they are not as user-friendly or detailed as the official ones.

This should have been needed earlier, but Moen ignored it because he didn't think it was a necessity.

It was only at this moment that Moen belatedly realized that Mr. Potter had been transferred.

Standing on the notice board in front of the Oversight Council, I watched the announcements of Porter and Polis's transfers.

Moen was a little confused.

The personnel changes at the Oversight Council will be made public, a legacy of Moen's administration.

But Moen really didn't understand why Potter, who had made the greatest contribution, was transferred.

Moreover, he was transferred to the southern border region. This cannot be described as sending him to his death.

But by any measure, it was exile.

Looking at Golden Eagle Polis, who had also been transferred.

Without any useful information, Moen could only speculate:

"Could it be that this Golden Eagle chose the wrong side politically, resulting in his own suppression and transfer, and he also implicated his subordinates, even dragging in the newly promoted Porter?"

This is the most reasonable explanation Moen can get right now, as for the issue of his note to Potter being discovered.

Moen had considered it, but he really didn't expect that after realizing the Grand Duke's return, Boris would not only choose to run away in silence but also be forced to take Potter with him.

However, if Mr. Potter is taken to the South, they might discover something there.

The unexpected changes left Moen feeling a bit overwhelmed.

He could hide and observe the situation, but Mr. Potter knows about Ayr, and what if the Southern Territory discovers Potter's problem?

The Southern Territory will definitely come knocking on your door.

So how should I handle this problem?

Chapter 41 is absolutely outrageous!

Moen's primary judgment was that he would avoid being discovered by the Southern Territory if possible.

Moen has offended far too many people, and the best path for Moen to develop is definitely not to rely on a force he supports.

Because once you step into the spotlight, you'll be pushed by the tide and become increasingly prominent.

The best development path for Moen is to quietly become a god.

Just like he did in the Second Age!

Rise from the ordinary, ascend to godhood in silence!

Based on this line of thinking, Moen considered possible developments.

Mr. Potter considers himself one of the other six, and given their relationship with the South, he would certainly try to conceal his connection to them.

Mr. Potter is just a Silver Owl, and a Silver Owl with no background whatsoever. This time, he should have been exiled to the Southern Territory.

Therefore, the people in the southern border probably won't pay much attention to him.

If we think about it this way, Mr. Potter just needs to be smart enough not to go around babbling.

There shouldn't be any problem.

Moen believed that if the Southern Territory were to investigate, Mr. Potter would definitely not be able to keep it a secret.

But Mohn believed that, given Mr. Potter's worth, the South would not bother with him.

Unless some enormous accident happens that we are unaware of.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but rub his temples.

Having spent so much time here, Moen learned a crucial lesson from the prophets:

Don't underestimate the possibility of accidents!

The three previous prophets who were killed by Moen were all due to their superstitious belief in prophecies and their neglect of unexpected events, which led to their complete defeat.

To be honest, the group of prophets is really strange. Almost every prophet is told as soon as they start out that they are the only people who cannot believe in prophecies.

They themselves would often use this to warn other prophets.

Because the prophet will eventually die from his prophecy!

But why are they all so superstitious about prophecies from beginning to end?

Moen, who had ruined countless prophets with this point, truly couldn't understand it.

After rubbing his temples, Moen decided to take a two-pronged approach: first, to find out why Mr. Potter had been transferred; and second, to subtly prepare a precautionary measure with Aier.

That way, even if something unexpected happens, the situation can still be controlled.

After all, if Er really knew him, he would never be on guard against him.

But the most amazing thing is that Er doesn't know that he's there too!

The advantage is mine!