Huh? Are they all real?.

He couldn't bring back those hundreds of thousands of people, but he could bring back the level zero sealed artifact.

Do you want to gamble again?

"what?"

"Have you forgotten how your Leuman Empire disappeared?"

Moen looked at him with amusement.

Harlow's lips twitched wildly as he said:

"That would at least allow my family to continue to exist!"

The empire is gone, the duchy is gone, but as long as he is still here, and this sealed artifact remains, his family can continue to exist.

"How can you guarantee that even if the Northern Union, which shares a common bond with you, is gone, and the Duchy of Loman, which is your family's wealth, you, a Sequence 2, can still keep a Level 0 Sealed Artifact that many people would use?"

"Even if I can't beat him, I can still run away with Him. Angels don't die."

"They just won't die of old age."

Harlow, having been rebuffed again, gritted his teeth and continued:

"No matter what, as long as I have this sealed artifact, I can guarantee that I will always have a sense of security! For this hope, I am willing to take the risk."

Moen, feeling that the time was about right, nodded slightly and said:

"Fine, I can concede, but you must cede territory."

Taking away the land of nobles is more painful than killing them, but compared to losing all the level zero sealed artifacts, this is negotiable.

Where do you want to go?

"Not many, just the entire territory of Defarlo will suffice."

"impossible!"

The northern countries lacked mineral resources, and the Defarlo region, also known as the Defarlo mining area, produced minerals that supplied the entire north.

This even made Defarlo the largest import and export base in the north.

This will not change regardless of who owns the region, because the fundamental reason for the Chamber of Commerce's dealings here is this enormous mining area.

In the past, it would have been impossible to ask them to cede the Daifalo mining area, because that would have been tantamount to the loss of a country.

But it's definitely possible now.

Because they had already 'lost their country'.

"Why is it impossible? What is your relationship with the Principality of Defarlo? What's the difference between doing foreign trade with them and doing foreign trade with us?"

"You can't be thinking of making a comeback after all this, can you?"

"Sacrificing an outsider who wasn't even with you is perfectly reasonable, hello."

Harlow clutched his head in anguish and said:

"You devil! Trajan, you will go to hell!"

The Duchy of Defarlo would certainly not agree, because it would be tantamount to the destruction of the kingdom.

But they certainly couldn't do anything about it, because the others would definitely agree, since it was an 'outsider' who was dying.

Then, the last vestige of trust among the northern kingdoms will completely collapse.

They will go from being a united front that can still stand together to complete strangers.

Moen shook his head and said:

"I'm just fighting for what I'm entitled to. You guys actually came, so you have to accept it, hello."

"Trajan, you'll get your comeuppance!"

"So you agree?"

Harlow was taken aback again, but he also said:

"I agree."

"You have won lasting peace, Lord Harrow. Oh, and don't tell anyone you've seen me!"

Chapter 85 The King of the Shadow Sun is Still the Eternal King

He didn't know how Harlow eventually left.

He only remembers walking down the road with his back turned in a daze.

At the same time, his inner feelings were the same as before; even though he had lost miserably, he was still secretly pleased.

Alright, I have saved my country's soldiers, my country's nobles, and my family's treasures.

Just as that devil Trajan said, I have won a long-lasting peace for the North with almost no loss!

It was just the death of an outsider, an outsider.

Ah, Lloyd's country is completely destroyed.

Haro opened his mouth as the thought crossed his mind.

Haro silently left after picking up Hassank's body.

Moen stood there, looking at his pocket watch, which was getting brighter and brighter, guessing that he only had a few seconds left.

It was also at this time.

Confused by the radiance of the sacred tree, the queen was unable to escape or find it.

Finally, I saw a figure in the distance.

She only saw his back.

But without a doubt, he was her teacher.

Because she had encountered the muddle-headed Harrow earlier.

"You mean Trajan? That devil is just ahead. Alright, I'm going to get Dephalot for you."

"Excuse me, make way! That devil broke our spines—no, no, we broke our own spines."

There was no time to ask any more questions; the Queen felt an unprecedented anxiety.

Because she felt that she might miss out on meeting her teacher again.

She hurriedly headed in the direction Haro had indicated, but after flying for a short while, the Queen suddenly turned back and flew in a completely opposite direction.

I can't keep searching for them forever; the Sacred Tree must have intervened!

She believed she was heading in the wrong direction, so the Queen changed course as the radiance of the sacred tree grew weaker.

It's still a gamble, but she has no choice.

Her inspiration, her speculation, all told her that when the light of the sacred tree completely dissipated.

She probably won't be able to find her teacher.

This time, she made the right bet, albeit a small one.

But at least she saw her teacher's back.

As the distance closed, the light from the sacred tree grew fainter. Ansa, noticing the glimmer of soul light, shouted directly at Moen:

"teacher!!!"

Moen heard the voice, but it was too late to turn around.

In the instant the radiance of the sacred tree faded, the deep blue color representing the pocket watch took him away.

It's still my own home.

Home I haven't been home in so long.

But when he looked behind him, Ansa was nowhere to be seen.

All that remained were walls that were both familiar and somewhat strange.

His student Ansa watched him disappear before her eyes once again?!

Moen couldn't help but swallow.

Hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen before my next visit.

Probably not?

The empress on the other side stood there, stunned.

She remained as she had been a moment before—she reached out her hand to her teacher with great joy.

It was as if that would allow them to catch him immediately.

It's as if he's still here.

"teacher?!"

A very, very long time passed.

The Empress slowly withdrew her hand.

She confirmed a few things.

The most important point is that her teacher did indeed return.

Secondly, her teacher should indeed be in that world, but based on what we just saw, he is probably different from the vengeful spirits; he didn't disturb the peace of the dead. He may have come directly from there!

Thirdly, there's that girl, the one whose real name is Elmeran. She probably doesn't know who her teacher is, but she'll definitely notice something unusual about someone close to her.

Fourth, although her face wasn't visible, judging from her back, her teacher appeared to be very young. So what exactly is the relationship between the teacher and the girl?

Teacher, I will find you, no matter where you are!

Deep within the distant Sacred Tree Forest.

The sacred tree stands atop a sheer cliff, and at its foot lies the elven city known as the Valley of the Spirits.

Once, the elves lived at the foot of the sacred tree, basking in its glory alongside the Eternal King.

But when the king passed away, the elves went to the secluded valley below the cliff on their own.

The Eternal King's palace and the former capital of the elves were sealed away at the foot of the sacred tree atop the cliff.

Today, all the elves witnessed the miracle of the sacred tree.

All the elves were discussing what had happened.

They were also praying to the sacred tree, asking for an answer.

But the sacred tree did not respond.

Even the Twelve Golden Flowers lords were no exception.

Even Lady Roselorian Shadow, who led the elves in place of the Eternal King, was no exception.

But unlike the other elves, Lady Roselorian has a perspective level with the sacred tree.

All the elves believed that among the Twelve Flower Lords, Lady Roselorian was indeed the only High Lord to have been bestowed a name by the Eternal King.

She lived up to the name Rose Laurian!

At the foot of the sacred tree, in the long-sealed palace of the Eternal King.

Even though Rose Lorian was now level with the sacred tree, she continued to pray to it as always.

Behind her were the remaining twelve Golden Flower lords.

Rose Lorian got up.

They asked in unison:

"Lady Roselorian, have you received a response?"

Rose Lorian shook her head slightly and said:

“The sacred tree refused to answer my prayers.”

"So what do you think happened?"

Rose Lorian did not answer immediately; she simply walked up the steps, her magnificent and long skirt trailing behind her, and stood before the throne that had remained vacant until now.