Huh? Are they all real?.

However, Moen still needs to get 0-007 from the Eastern Chamber of Commerce as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if a high-sequence or special-sequence superhuman sees him, he will discover the flaw in his soul.

Because of the extraordinary nature of this world, people don't judge others by their appearance; that's just a shell.

The only thing that matters is the soul as its essence!

"Please answer me, sir, otherwise our transaction cannot continue. I cannot trust your side of the story."

"Since you wish to exchange 0-007, you should also show reciprocal sincerity."

"Unless you have another price in mind. But in any case, please show it to me, sir."

Moen did not answer immediately, but slowly took out another parchment from his pocket.

These are scraps from the original Holy Scripture used for self-defense.

The above is a copy of the original Holy Scriptures personally transcribed by Saint Constantine, though only a small portion of it.

Seeing the parchment that the other person had folded and handed over, the girl's lips twitched slightly before she obediently opened it.

Judging from the feel, the girl's card is definitely the same as the one from the Eternal King.

In other words, both parchments are from the same batch.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

Upon opening it, the girl's breathing became rapid.

I wasn't shocked, I was furious.

It's Saint Constantine's handwriting, but it still looks so fake!

“Constantine lives up to the name of a saint. He continues to fight steadfastly against evil, Miss.”

"What does this mean? What's going on?"

The girl rubbed her temples, her headache worsening.

She held up two parchments that were clearly from the same batch and said:

“These two parchments are clearly from the same batch. I am a businessman, a very good businessman and appraiser. I would not make a mistake.”

"Given the time difference between the Eternal King and Saint Constantine, this is absolutely impossible. Also, this note with the Grand Duke's handwriting, it was only recently manufactured, wasn't it?"

Seemingly sensing her owner's excitement, Bella, the golden retriever, barked and snarled at Moen.

"Bella, good girl, be quiet, be quiet."

The girl quickly comforted the golden retriever.

After rubbing her temples again, the girl asked Moen:

"Please answer me, sir."

Moen's lips curled up slightly as he said:

"The purpose of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Union is to adhere to its duties. This has never been a problem since the establishment of your chamber of commerce union, which spans an entire era, because you know that this is your only brand."

"Smashing this is tantamount to suicide."

"Tell me, miss, are you still willing to defend the fundamental principles of your Chamber of Commerce with your life, just as your ancestors did?"

The girl slowly stood up, earnestly raised three fingers, and placed them on her left shoulder, saying:

"Of course, I, my children, and my children's children will always defend the foundation of our chamber of commerce, and we will never overstep our boundaries!"

"This is not a signboard, it is a responsibility, sir, a responsibility as weighty as an entire era!"

"Then I am willing to tell you the answer so that you know that this will be a reasonable and reliable transaction."

Moen slightly raised his left hand and said:

"I swear in the name of the great Eternal King and the Sacred Tree that everything I say hereafter is true!"

Swearing an oath in the name of the king is the most reliable oath in the world.

Because the king is the only thing that matters to the gods.

God represents power, while the King represents humanity and the anchor.

The only sin that the gods will not forgive is defiling their king.

Everything else is negotiable!

Even evil gods are no exception.

Chapter 47 Moen's Plan: The Advantage Lies with Me!

An oath in the name of the Eternal King and the Sacred Tree?!

The girl's breathing quickened again. Because she was a merchant, this was the first time she had ever seen someone swear an oath in the name of a god and a king before her.

The girl had a premonition that she might witness history today.

This person, who can produce the handwriting of great figures from different eras simultaneously, must be hiding an unimaginable secret.

And I'm about to find out all of this?!

"Why do I possess the brand-new handwriting of the Duke of Westeros, the Saint, the Everlasting King? My lady, it was just written!"

"The Grand Duke's note was written in a notebook I bought casually from a street shop, while the Saint's and the Eternal King's parchment was bought by the owner of my lodging for one hundred gold pounds."

"And how do I know that the alliance between the dwarves and the Northern Merchant Guild is about to collapse? Miss, this is what the Grand Duke said himself!"

The girl's pupils dilated in utter shock.

How did you do it?

Bella remained bewildered, watching her stunned owner, and gently tugged at her owner's skirt.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, Bella. Sir, do you... do you really know what you're saying?"

Moen sat back down, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled:

"Of course I know, lovely lady."

"Are you saying they're still alive?"

Saint Constantine had just appeared in the world a few days ago to fight against the evil lord in Surras.

Although the saints were ultimately dragged into the abyss along with the demon lord.

But without a doubt, the saints have risen from the dead and returned.

So, it seems these great figures are all alive?

Moen knew what the girl was thinking.

It's alive. But I can't tell you that.

Moen believed that even if he revealed the outrageous truth about himself, the girl would truly be willing to risk her life to protect his secret.

As she said, the responsibility she carries is as heavy as an era!

But the problem is that in the extraordinary world, Moen dares not speak carelessly, or he might be discovered.

Moreover, the Eastern Chamber of Commerce, which is all the girl has, is really nothing compared to Moen's enemies and lover.

Before them, even the dead can speak.

However, everything is currently developing as Moen predicted.

Faced with the girl's question, Moen shook his head regretfully and said:

“My lady, Saint Constantine, the Grand Duke of Westeros, His Majesty the Everlasting King, they all remain in their time.”

All that's left now is Morn Cromwell.

The girl said in astonishment:

"But not long ago, Saint Constantine personally appeared to fight against the Abyss!"

"That's why I say Constantine lives up to the name of a saint. He continues to steadfastly fight against the abyss, against chaos and blasphemy."

The girl shook her head and said:

“I don’t quite understand, sir.”

"That's too simple, Miss. Although these great figures remain forever in their time, they always had their own regrets."

"I came here to make up for their regrets."

The girl's eyes widened, and Bella, the golden retriever, looked at her owner and then at Moen, before mimicking her owner's effort to widen her eyes as well.

"Of course, I certainly need some assistance and reasonable compensation, wouldn't you say, Miss?"

“I have never heard of such a thing, sir, not in the last few centuries! There is absolutely no precedent for this.”

“Miss, at your level, you should know that a brand new divine path is about to fall.”

Even an intelligence dealer who was a time traveler knew about this.

The Eastern Chamber of Commerce Federation could not possibly be unaware of this.

But knowing something is one thing, knowing more specific details is another.

For example, what is this path, what are His manifestations and abilities, and what are the sealed objects He brought?

Of course, when He fell is also a little-known fact.

Of all people, only Moen truly understands this new divine path.

The rest of the people, even the third Prophet who participated in the secret path, were completely unaware of the final part due to Moen's interference.

"Of course, but that has nothing to do with this matter, wait, that divine path has already fallen?!"

Moen nodded and smiled:

"Yes, miss, I am the first lucky one."

At the end of that sentence, Moen took out his pocket watch.

Everything Moen said here was true, not a single lie, but the conclusion drawn from all of it was completely different from the truth.

It's truly an artistic execution!

Moen was quite satisfied.

Even better, when Moen showed the pocket watch to Benarana.

Moen clearly heard the sound of something breaking coming from her body.

Moen recognized the voice; it came from the Revelation Stone, forged by the dwarves and elves together in the Second Age.

Its sole purpose is to inform people that a highly extraordinary object of exceptional status has appeared beside you.

Excellent! Now this pocket watch can be perfectly disguised as a top-tier sealed artifact from the new pathway.

Moreover, no one can take your pocket watch to verify its authenticity.

This is also how Moen extricates himself from the situation.

I am not a grand duke, not a saint, and certainly not the eternal king; I am merely an agent responsible for making amends for regrets.

As long as this point is consistently implemented and performed.

Moen couldn't believe he could mess things up again!

The advantage is mine!

Moen's performance successfully convinced the girl of everything.

She was stunned for a while before she smiled and said:

“You’ve really played a huge joke on me, sir.”

“I now understand that you are an extremely valuable customer. However, sir, this is still not enough if you want to exchange it for 0-007.”

"After all, our Eastern Chamber of Commerce Federation is also aware of the problems with the dwarves and the northern merchants."

Definitely.

With just these few items, Moen himself never thought he could get 0-007.

Everything before was just asking if the items were still there, but it also led to everything now.