Huh? Are they all real?.

"What a terrifying guy. But how exactly did he lose?"

"what?"

The old prime minister was a little puzzled when he heard this.

The old lion waved his hand and laughed:

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something else. Let's go."

There were only three people in the old lion's study.

The old lion, the silent knight, the old prime minister.

The old lion said to the knight behind him:

"Please forgive me, he is my guardian knight. Without him by my side, I would feel uneasy even in this giant stone fortress."

After all, there was another demigod who didn't belong to him in this fortress.

The old prime minister nodded and said:

“A guardian knight should always follow his master. I think the one in the South must still regret why he left his master back then.”

"Who would have thought that the Lord of Westeros would be killed by a vase when he was at the height of his power?"

The old lion raised his glass and said:

"Fortunately, that knight has now found his master's bloodline!"

The old prime minister also raised his glass:

"That's right, in order to make up for the mistakes of the past, the Southern Territory will fight against everything to the very end."

"What a great group of people!"

"They are indeed a great group of people!"

Both of them said this with a smile, took a small sip of the wine, and then raised their glasses in unison:

"Let's raise a glass to them."

"That's right, let's toast them."

The old prime minister thought for a moment, then raised his cup again and said:

"Let's also toast the Duke of the Southern Border!"

The old lion wholeheartedly agreed:

"Yes, we should also toast him. Although we have had many disagreements, he is undoubtedly a great man."

"Especially now, he has brought us an enormous surprise, even after his death!"

Never hold a grudge against a dead person; this is a fundamental aspect of aristocratic etiquette.

Moreover, the Duke of the Southern Border really gave them a chance to turn the tide.

The old prime minister, unable to hide his joy, also raised his cup and said:

“That’s right. When I get back, I will definitely hold a state funeral for him in our northern region.”

As he spoke, he added:

"I should have done it that way back then!"

The Duke of the Southern Border did indeed deal a heavy blow to all of them back then, but he's dead, isn't he?

The deceased Duke of the Southern Border was a truly good man!

"You must invite me to the ceremony. We've been friends for many years and are from the same era."

At this point, the two of them burst into laughter again:

"Hahahaha!"

Above their rooftop, through a thin layer, Moen, carrying buckets of water and holding a spray gun, shook his head with a sigh as he cleared a path with his nozzle:

"I'm not dead."

Before Moen, the incredibly hard stone layer, which even a demigod would find absurd, melted away as if it were a joke.

Because the first duke of the Lion family did not find many of those ancient artifacts.

Therefore, only about one-third of the entire Stonehenge has actually been developed.

Of course, they claimed that this was the only way to make Stonehenge a true impregnable fortress, and in fact, it was.

The interior space is sufficient; safety is the most important thing.

The problem is that all of this depends on the fact that no one can recreate those magical ancient artifacts.

Unfortunately, the very Duke of the Southern Border, whom they had been thanking and praising, was not only unaware of this, but was also watching all of this with a sigh right above them.

Of course, the Southern Duke was also speeding up because he was running out of money.

However, at this moment, the old prime minister below spoke again:

“When it comes to guardians, the guardians of the kings are the most outstanding. Every god will send their favorite angel to their king as a gift.”

Upon hearing this, Moen remained silent for a moment, then climbed even faster.

Hopefully, these guys won't suddenly start praying to some goddess or archangel.

Chapter 68 Found the Problem

The old lion and the old prime minister were talking below, while Moen quickly left based on the map of Stonecastle provided by Mr. Tyrell.

There was no prophet among these three people, so Moen could roughly guess what they were going to talk about.

It's simply a matter of when it starts, where it attacks, and who provides what.

This was undoubtedly important intelligence before this.

But that doesn't matter now, because the Queen is already waiting for them to fall into the trap.

Now that the result has been confirmed, the process and the beginning are truly insignificant.

What Moen needs to find out now is exactly what's inside this giant stone fortress.

Moreover, even though Moen was still hidden inside the stone, leaving it on top of the demigod's head was indeed quite costly in terms of gold coins.

If he were to continue listening, Moen didn't think the ten ancient Cosmic coins he had would be enough.

In addition, Moen was genuinely afraid that the other party might suddenly pray to some angel or god.

Moen has taken to heart the lesson he learned from Miss Leda's close-range ultimate attack last time.

After quickly leaving the area, Moen took out a ninet provided by the dwarves at the blacksmith's shop and began measuring his current height and latitude and longitude.

This is a local specialty; it can accurately measure your exact location.

It's a bit troublesome to use, although both dwarves and elves have tried to simplify it.

But it's clear they only managed to streamline the body shape.

After figuring out his location, Moen headed towards the guest room, referring to the map.

There are only seven guest rooms in Stonecastle. This may have changed after Mr. Tyrell was kicked out, but one thing will remain the same.

That is, as a high-sequence prophet, if the other party wants to put all their various items into the house.

He most likely lives in the largest room.

Sure enough, as Moen approached the largest guest room, the amount of gold coins consumed by the Ring was soaring.

But it doesn't yet meet the data requirements for a Sequence 3.

This must be the setup left by the other side coming into play.

After a brief hesitation, Moen did not continue forward, but instead took out a horn-shaped metal artifact and gently tapped it against his body.

Dwarves are accustomed to digging cities underground and searching for mineral veins.

In order to determine whether the spot where they were about to place the pickaxe was solid or had a potential for collapse, they devised many methods.

The simplest and most portable one is the metal horn that Moen is using right now.

Thanks to the method taught by the dwarven blacksmith, although Moen couldn't understand the specific terrain below like the experienced dwarves, it was still quite simple for him to figure out how thick the ground was below.

Mr. Tyrell's map, Morne's secret potion, and the metal horn and sub-mint provided by the dwarves were the reasons why Morne could move freely in Stonehenge.

Of course, the most important point is that Moen always holds a card in his hand that can turn the tide at any time—his Sequence 10 ability.

Although it can only be used once, it is enough to give Moen the confidence to make this trip.

This thickness is similar to the previous ones, both being able to support a person's weight while still allowing people to hear what's happening below.

Moen waited there, using the Ring to conceal himself while listening intently to the sounds below.

For a long time, all that could be heard below were footsteps and some trivial chatter.

As midnight approached, Moen heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Touching the Ring made the gold coins disappear even faster.

That's right, the prophet has arrived!

Wait, what about this consumption?

Not Sequence 3?!

No, there can't be that few angels.

it's wired.

For the first time, Moen was surprised.

Judging from the amount of gold coins consumed, the opponent is clearly not a normal Sequence 3, but it doesn't reach the level that an angel should have.

Could it be that their inspiration was deliberately enhanced, or that they possess some special sealed artifact?

Just as Moen was thinking.

The jester below stopped and looked up at the rock wall above with suspicion.

There are some differences.

But what I saw and felt was no different from before.

Moen noticed that the other person had suddenly stopped and quickly held his breath.

And be prepared to face the worst-case scenario at any time.

If possible, Moen wants to keep the Sequence Ten's Yesterday Reenactment forever.

The capabilities provided by the subsequent sequences are not bad, but they are simply not as convenient and easy to use as this one.

The gold coins were being consumed, but the jester did not move an inch.

After a long silence, a shadow spoke:

"What? You're afraid to even go inside your own house?"

The jester raised an eyebrow and said:

"I just felt that something was wrong."

There was only one person's footsteps just now.

So, who is he talking to?

"Is something wrong? Why don't you check if your procedure is working?"

They are nothing but shadows and remnants.

Although they were once incredibly noble, after Moen concealed himself, their control over the unusual became inferior to that of the living jester.

This is different from the time with the witch, who did not conceal her arrival.

"I know, you don't need to waste your breath."

You guys? More than one person?

Moen carefully picked up the metal horn, placed it to his ear, and pressed it against the stone wall.

This time, Moen even heard the jester's breathing.