Huh? Are they all real?.

But originally, there was indeed no church of its own.

"It's normal that you don't know. This covenant was abolished not long after it was published."

Moen added another sentence:

"It was abolished by the eldest sons together."

"Is it so outrageous?"

Benalana's already wide eyes were almost bursting open from her stare.

Even though the eldest sons are all gone, this thing is still too outrageous.

"That was true in the past, but now that the eldest son is gone, it doesn't matter anymore."

Benalana rubbed her temples and smiled wryly:

"You're right, being with you always exceeds my expectations. Alright, please wait a moment, I'll prepare it for you right away."

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I sat on the airship that Benalana had prepared.

Moen quietly prepared his potion.

Take 30 grams of petals from the Aru flower, which only blooms in the early morning.

Take 55 grams of the root of Grolos grass, which only grows at noon.

Take 15 grams of the heartwood from the dumbbell tree, which only appears at night.

And 20 grams of Arken gemstone powder.

These are the ingredients for Moen's potion.

However, this cannot be used to make a magic potion.

Because one more main ingredient is missing.

So Moen simply put them all into reagent bottles and sealed them.

As the two moons set, the sun rose.

Finally, one of the sailors outside knocked on Moen's door and said:

"Sir, we've arrived."

Upon reaching the deck, Moen saw the Valley of Death, which had been drastically altered.

This is completely different from what I first saw.

Before the Lost Ones wreaked havoc, Moen only knew of this place on a map.

When Moen saw it for himself, the place was already covered with the skeletal remains of the Bewildered and the corpses of the Royal Guards who were blocking the entrance to the valley.

At first glance, Moen could hardly distinguish between the Bewildered and the Kingsguard, because their corpses were all piled tightly together.

His friend, the King of Torino, also personally saw off the last of his Kingsguard members who had become lost at that time.

When he told the dwarf, "We've won, the time for a counterattack has come."

King Turin wanted to laugh, but looking at his hands stained with the blood of his own people, he finally patted his arms and left the valley alone.

Moen didn't chase after him; he knew his old friend needed to be alone.

Later, the King of Turin personally erected the obelisk to commemorate the fallen soldiers.

Moen also remembered that the obelisk was at the mouth of the valley.

But now, the obelisk is indeed gone.

"Take me downstairs. That will be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

"Then we will leave you with enough supplies."

"Thank you."

"It's what we should do."

-

They left Moen with plenty of supplies, from tents to food.

They were almost piled up into a small mountain behind Moen.

He glanced at the supplies behind him, then at the Valley of Death before him.

Instead of acting immediately, Moen crouched down.

Gently brushing aside the stone in front of him, Moen saw a fragment covered in dwarven inscriptions.

As Miss Benalana said, the memorial stone for the fallen soldiers had long been broken, with fragments scattered almost all over the valley floor.

After digging out the fragments and placing them on a flat surface, Moen wiped his sweat and silently began collecting the remaining fragments.

This busy period lasted for five days and five nights.

Moen traveled throughout the Valley of Death and explored many places outside of it.

Finally, late at night on the fifth day, Moen, whose hands were covered in blood, found the last piece of the shard.

Moen was unable to rebuild the obelisk.

He could only place the fragment with the name on it facing up, keeping it flat.

Even so, the names of many soldiers are now completely lost to history.

This left Moen with a great sense of regret.

However, it's hard to say whether it's a stroke of luck or misfortune.

Even so, that's enough.

Moen gently tapped off a fragment of an unnamed stone tablet.

After carefully grinding it into powder, I poured it into a reagent bottle that I had prepared beforehand.

After placing the bottle down, I pressed my already bloodied palm against the sharp, broken edge of the stone tablet and gently made a cut.

The rotting flesh easily gushed out large amounts of fresh blood.

Clench your fist and hold it above the bottle opening; the blood will immediately fall into it.

The ingredients for the magic potion inside were also beginning to be prepared.

They were melted and gathered together by Moen's blood.

Finally, it all turned into a lake-blue magic potion.

This is the potion of Moen Sequence Nine.

In addition to the four materials mentioned earlier, he also needs the powder of the relics and the blood of the ascendants.

One's own blood can be used at any time, but this ancient relic is of utmost importance.

The advancement ceremony for Sequence Nine requires him to collect a relic that is closely related to himself.

For ordinary people, this ritual simply requires finding any item they have lost.

But this only completes the promotion, aside from the passable boost in inspiration and the barely perceptible improvement in physical condition.

The true potential of the new pathway sequence nine is completely untapped.

Just like the recurrence of yesterday in Sequence Ten.

To fully unleash this ability, he needs to collect an ancient artifact that is highly symbolic.

Furthermore, this ancient relic must be closely related to oneself.

In this way, only after completing the promotion can Moen unleash the power of Sequence Nine of this pathway—the Return of History.

Simply put, this ability is the ability to bring a specific moment in history back to the present.

It can be used three times, or all three times can be used together to prolong the return time.

Unlike yesterday's replay, one is about facing oneself, and the other is about facing the history of that time.

This obelisk was a sacred object used by the King of Turin to commemorate his fallen clansmen, and it is clearly highly symbolic.

This matter is also closely related to Moen, because the King of Turin stayed here to buy Moen time.

With both conditions met, Moen, having drunk the potion, paid no attention to his hands, which were rapidly regenerating.

He just stared in disbelief at what was in front of him.

Countless dwarf phantoms slowly appeared before him.

In front of Moen, the King of Turin, who seemed to sense something, turned his head slightly to look at Moen.

A moment later, the Dwarf King smiled and raised his left hand to pound his chest.

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Raising one's left hand and striking one's heart is the highest form of etiquette among dwarves.

It means to give one's life.

Few people have ever seen a dwarf make this gesture towards a stranger.

And now, even though we have crossed the river of time, even though we are just a phantom of history.

The King of Turin still paid his highest respects to his dearest friend.

We are like brothers to each other.

Moen smiled, then clenched his fist and stretched it forward.

The King of Turin also smiled, and he raised his hand as if to bump fists with Moen.

This is what Moen taught him.

But before their fists could collide, the phantoms of King Torino and the dwarves vanished from Moen's sight.

This left Moen stunned and bewildered for a long while.

I looked up at the starry sky above, then looked down at the fragments of the inscription in front of me.

Moen smiled and said:

"That's enough, old friend."

"That's enough. Leave the Seven Hills to me!"

That night, Moen returned to his tent and slept soundly.

When Moen got up in the morning, he was preparing breakfast for himself.

Suddenly, they discovered a sealing rune among the supplies.

The label is missing, so I have no idea what it is.

Judging from its placement, it was clearly food, probably some kind of fresh vegetables.

Moen glanced at his breakfast, which had absolutely no green color, and decisively crushed the rune.

To Moen's surprise, it turned out to be a landarium!

Ever since he actually tasted Landa cuisine, even though his cooking skills couldn't fully bring out its deliciousness, Moen truly fell in love with the flavor.

No special treatment was needed; after simply washing it, Moen picked a leaf of landarium and put it in his mouth.

Upon tasting it, Moen experienced an unprecedented sweetness.

And it seems there's something even deeper about the difference.

But Moen couldn't describe it; in short, this Randall was completely different from the three he had eaten before.

It's even fresher and more tender?!

Moen thought for a long time and came up with the adjective "gentle," which seemed completely unrelated to vegetables.

It was very illogical, but it perfectly matched Moen's feelings.