Huh? Are they all real?.

He will definitely come to this world someday and have some interaction with that side.

If only we could find more information about him.

This gave them a way to contact the outside world.

Now all that's left is to determine where you are and what period you are in.

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Having roughly finalized his idea, Moen headed back towards the direction of Highgarden.

As time slowly passed, the blizzard that had come so suddenly also stopped abruptly, just as it had arrived.

This is good news for Moen.

It's not that the blizzard was enough to slow down a demigod, but rather that the blizzard stopping meant that Moen could see more people!

More people mean more opportunities.

This is undoubtedly good news for Moen, who already has little understanding of the world.

Even when Moen had just come up with this idea.

His eyes lit up when he saw a small house not far ahead.

In the vast expanse of white, if it weren't for Moen's sharp eyesight and a touch of insightful reminder, he would have probably missed this little house that was almost completely buried by the blizzard.

With a hint of surprise, Moen immediately turned around and headed towards the cabin.

The part of the oak beam that protrudes from the snow on the roof is half of the beam, which has been etched into an ivory color by the snow.

This seems to be a common type of wood here; at least most of the buildings in the fortress that Moen had seen before were made of oak.

However, Moen did not see any oak forest along the way.

To be honest, this snow is really heavy. Mo En remembers that in Northeast China, it would take a whole day and night for heavy snow to bury a house down to just the eaves.

And it only takes a few hours here.

With a wave of his hand, all the snow around the hut melted away into thin air.

Soon, the entire view of the cabin was revealed to Moen.

But the melting snow turned Moen's slight joy into surprise.

Because there seemed to be no one in the hut.

Moen's power didn't actually melt the snow; rather, it restored it to its original state before it accumulated.

Therefore, in theory, traces of the cottage owner's activities would also appear.

But the result was no.

Without hesitation, Moen pushed open the door to the hut.

Sure enough, it was empty.

Everything inside was arranged very neatly.

As your fingers trace a short distance along the edge of the table, they immediately become covered with a thin layer of ash that is barely visible to the naked eye.

Therefore, the homeowner did not suffer an accident due to the blizzard that just occurred.

Moen thought it was very likely that the homeowner had gone on a long trip.

In such a place, why would the seemingly ordinary house owner go on a long journey?

In theory, Moen shouldn't be lingering here.

But for some reason, Moen's inspiration kept reminding him not to leave.

So Moen followed his inspiration and stayed in the house to examine the place carefully.

Soon, Moen had looked through the entire cabin, but he found nothing wrong.

He continued until he left the small house and went to the house next door.

The locked door opened easily before the demigod.

Upon entering, the first thing that catches Moen's eye is the countless counting symbols that almost cover three walls.

The reason we determined that this was a counting symbol and not some other symbol is that we identified it as such.

That's because Moen recognizes these symbols.

What's even more interesting is that these symbols aren't from this side.

This is from the People's Federation.

Therefore, at this moment, an idea uncontrollably surfaced in Moen's mind.

'Could this cabin belong to Conan Heather?'

With this in mind, Moen quickly checked the number of days on the wall.

Yes, that matches.

In addition, although he arrived here quickly, that was the journey of a demigod, whereas a mortal exploring at a slower pace would have to make the same difference.

That would indeed mean walking for months or even a year without seeing a single person in the desert.

All of this combined made Moen unable to help but say:

"I didn't travel to the past of an alternate history, but right now?!"

For a moment, Moen even regretted letting Conan Heather set off to explore the world.

Otherwise, why would we need to look for him?

We can just wait for him to go back and report.

But back then, Moen couldn't have foreseen such an absurd turn of events.

So this is just wishful thinking.

He rubbed his eyes and gave a wry smile.

When Moen opened his eyes again, he turned his gaze back to the 'past'.

This is a rather spiritually taxing practice, but it allows Moen to directly see which direction Conan Heather ultimately heads in.

In this way, he could determine Conan Heather's exact whereabouts.

After scanning his surroundings, Moen's gaze fell on his northwest.

Yes, Conan Heather started from here.

Having confirmed the direction, Moen headed straight there without further delay.

Conan Heather took almost five days to reach the settlement, but for a demigod, it was just a matter of blinking an eye.

It was at this point that Moen stopped his investigation.

First, to conserve spiritual power; second, because Moen witnessed the emergence of extraordinary beings.

Even Moen wasn't sure what it was like here.

Therefore, Moen did not want to continue watching, lest the other party have some way to retaliate or detect it.

The concern isn't about those few lower-ranking individuals, but rather the forces behind them.

Since you're new here, it's best to be cautious in everything you do.

In particular, the white calamity is something so terrifying that it requires one to sever oneself completely.

Following the figures I just saw in the past.

Moen knocked on the door of a small house on the east side of the settlement.

The man who came out of the hut was not the one Moen had seen, but a slightly overweight woman.

The fact that she has a slightly plump figure in such a harsh world suggests that her husband must love her very much and be very capable.

"May I ask you are?"

Moen nodded slightly and smiled:

"Hello, madam, I'm here to see your husband. I'm here to inquire about the person you recently sent away."

"Dark? Why are you asking about Dark?"

The man behind the woman stepped out.

That was the man Moen had seen; his eyes revealed a hint of confusion and unease.

So, is Mr. Conan called Dark here?

Having learned this, Moen smiled and said:

"I'm just following the instructions from above. Don't worry, it's just a routine matter."

Moen had seen those heavily armored knights in wolf skins take Conan Heather away.

So Moen thus 'donned' himself an official title.

“You’ve come several times already, what do you want to ask this time? Didn’t we say that only Dark here might have become a heretic?”

"I'm not here to ask anyone else, I'm here to ask Dark. For example, how long has he been missing from your memories?"

"How long? It must have been seven years, right?"

According to what Moen knew before, there was no difference in time between that side, the Human Alliance, and this White World.

Ultimately, all three worlds are essentially the same place.

This further confirms that it was indeed Mr. Conan Heather.

and many more?

Of all these time travelers, only Conan Heather is here. Could it be that she's not here to give me news, but rather waiting for me?

Moreover, considering the situation of the Heather family, could it be that the entire Heather family's existence was for the sake of the present moment?

If so, who arranged it?

Was it arranged by me within my lost memories, or by someone else?

Another mystery arose in Moen's mind.

"Sir, are the Dark brothers alright? I mean, the Dark brothers we know?"

Moen, regaining his senses, laughed:

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Moen's answer put the man at ease.

"Also, because the power of heretics can affect people's memories, I need to ask you, do you remember the direction they left from and where they went?"

"It can even affect our memories? My God, I had no idea they were so terrible."

"Yes, so we need to take it seriously."

Seeing that the other party believed him, Moen's smile grew even brighter.

She's still got her talent for deceiving people.

“Ah, let me think... Ah, I’m sure of it. They ended up heading towards Kuteng Fort. This way. And I also heard from the soldiers that the Dak brothers will likely be sent to the kingdom’s capital.”

kingdom???

The people here speak Bohemian, a variant of vampire language, which Moen learned when he was the Moon King.

Therefore, there were no problems with communication.

But this was the only word that Moen had never heard before.

Judging from the pronunciation, it should be 'kingdom' rather than 'dynasty'.

It is through so many years of evolution that the dynasty has become pronounced this way.

Or does this represent something else I don't know?

"Are you sure it's a kingdom, and not a dynasty?"

"Of course, I'm sure. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Seeing the nervous man, Moen comforted him: