Chapter 173: The Brilliant Sacred Tree Standing in the Filth (3k)

After leaving the fortress, Morn was taken into the sewers of Meereen by a woman whom he didn't know whether she could be considered an elf.

Looking at this dark and narrow sewer system.

Moon couldn't help thinking, I seem to always be going in and out of the sewers.
I'm afraid there has never been a king like me in the entire history of this place?

I hope that when people find out about this in the future, they won't call me the King of the Sewers.
'Ah. Sir, are you interested in joining our church?'

'The Supreme Being we believe in often walks in the sewers of various places, so you who live in the city will definitely receive his protection.'

Oh no, just thinking about it, I can’t help but let my thoughts wander.

"Do you know why I saved you?"

As Moon's thoughts wandered, the woman in front of him finally spoke to him again.

At the same time, Moon also heard some trivial noises.

Look forward following the sound.

Morn noticed that the woman had removed her hood.

But what surprised Moen a little was that only one of her ears was passed through her hair.

"Your ears?"

"It was cut off."

"Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter, because I took the opportunity to kill him."

"So, do you know why I saved you?"

The woman said this again, and Moon said tentatively:

"Because Mr. Doug told you I'm a good man?"

"Because Doug told me you're rich!"

What a realistic answer.

"I am indeed rich, but they have taken my card away."

"You are a royal noble. Even so, as long as you are sent out, you will naturally get your wealth. Why, you are not going to ignore the kindness of saving your life?"

Mo En, who was following the woman, thought for a moment and said in a tone of fate:
"I am not a royal noble. I have only been to Khazad-dûm and lived there for a while. I told Mr. Doug this because it is the best way to ensure my safety."

"After all, I do have a lot of money."

There was no need for Moon to lie to himself at this time.

So the woman turned her head in surprise for the first time:

"You are not one of the chosen people of the dynasty, and you are not even a noble. Even so, you still want to buy her?"

Moon spread his hands and said:

"We can't just watch a poor lady walk into a dragon's lair, can we?"

The woman shook her head helplessly and said:

"Then do you still have money?"

Moon said regretfully:
"No, my card is a bearer account. It is safe and convenient, but there is no way to reissue it."

This is why major chambers of commerce recognize bearer accounts.

This is an important source of wealth.

"So, can I leave on my own?"

The woman looked at Moen like a fool:

"Do you think you can survive if you go out alone in this situation? Lord Marquis Mal and his men dared to attack."

"What you said seems to make sense. So do you have any advice for a poor man like me?"

The woman couldn't help but cover her face. She felt like the whole world was against her.

Neither the safe house was found nor a new source of income was found.

The camp is almost starving.

"The people above must be looking for us everywhere now. Forget it, you come with me. After the news has died down, I will send you out of Meereen."

Moen smiled and said:

"You are willing to save me because I am a good person and you have a kind heart."

The woman's delicate face, which was in keeping with her elf figure, couldn't help but reveal helplessness and speechlessness.

"You guy."

Moon put away his cynical smile and said to the woman seriously:
"That's rare, ma'am, especially in your situation."

"It makes no sense."

After leaving these words, the woman walked forward silently.

Moon naturally followed.

"You mean to take me to where you live? Aren't you worried that I'll gossip about you when I go out?"

"You can try it."

The woman just smiled disdainfully.

Moon didn't quite understand her reliance and confidence, but he thought she must have her reasons.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of the castle, it has been there for a long time.

This means that this woman has always been working against the Iron Merchants Guild.

So much so that they had to build their headquarters into a castle.

But this presents a big problem.

Although this woman doesn’t look like a Sequence Five, she doesn’t look like a demigod either.

But even if she is really a demigod, in front of the Ironhide Merchant Guild backed by the Steelheart Church.

Even a demigod cannot stir up any trouble.

In this case, why was she able to deal with the other party in Meereen for so many years?
If you think about it this way.

Moen looked up at her and said:
"There is a great being who sympathizes with your situation and is protecting you. And, His power should be acting in your camp, right?"

Just as he finished speaking, the woman pushed Mo En against the wall. The ice blade in her hand was already against Mo En's neck. "Why do you know this?"

Moen smiled and said:
"It's based on the clues I saw. Otherwise, how could you have survived until now? You are not dealing with a large chamber of commerce. You are provoking a church."

The woman who had been staring at Moon's eyes intently finally let go of him:
"I think I know why you are so rich."

She casually threw the sharp ice blade into the ditch beside her.

It was a very common scene, but Moon saw the problem:
"You can only use it but not control it. Is there something wrong with your sequence?"

The woman's body came to a standstill again.

After a moment, she recovered and continued to move forward:

"You are really smart, but why don't you know that truly smart people keep their words to themselves?"

"Because I believe you will not hurt me, and I sincerely want to help you and your companions, ma'am."

The woman shook her head and smiled:
"How can I help? You have no money and no power now. I even have to find a way to get you out of Meereen. You are nothing more than a burden to us now who can share our food."

How merciless.

Moon said helplessly with great solemnity:

"Ma'am, please believe me, I will soon know how to help you."

Moon still isn't quite sure where these people, who have the appearance of elves but are no different from humans, should be classified.

Only by determining their true belonging.

Only then will Moon know what identity he should have to stand beside them.

Is it as a human or as an elf?

Or to put it more precisely, should Trajan Westeros be in charge of this matter, or Erenian Gil-galad?

They are beings abandoned by both humans and elves.

If we want to help and save them, it is not just about rescuing them, but about making them accepted by their own group again.

And Moon knew that if he was right, this mistake might have come from his own good intentions.
The woman ignored Moen's meaning.

But Moon's voice continued:

"There is one thing I want to ask you, how old are you?"

The woman paused slightly at this question.

Obviously, as long as you are a woman, you will care about this issue.

Although Moon still hasn't figured out whether it really makes sense to care about age in a supernatural world where immortality exists.

"I have no obligation to tell you."

"I just want to know, have you lived for a thousand years?"

The woman looked at Moen in disbelief and said:
"How is that possible? I'm only two hundred. No, it's nothing. Forget what you heard."

Only over two hundred years old?

It is obviously not the lifespan that a human being should have, but as a mid-sequence transcendent, even if he is a strange transcendent, it is just a normal age.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Two hundred years old is not yet adulthood for an elf."

In response to Moen's words, the woman showed a lonely look for the first time and said:

"I am not an elf, and neither are we."

Moon asked meaningfully:
"Is it denied, or is it true?"

"All."

There was no more conversation between the two people after that.

They just walked silently in the sewer.

However, as time went by, Moon heard a loud sound of water coming from the front.

That was the sound of water falling from the sky.

Is there a water outlet in front?

But this is not important. What is important is that the water has become clear.

It's not the kind of clarity that becomes gradual, but rather it's the kind of clarity that suddenly changes from dirty, filthy water to clear, sweet spring water at a certain dividing line.

Moon had seen such miracles before, but how could it happen here?
With a look of disbelief, Moon quickly walked past the woman and walked around the corner first.

Then, in the huge sewer outlet, Moon saw a small tree that looked like gold growing quietly on a high platform suspended in the center of the outlet.

The miracle of Ganquan undoubtedly comes from her radiance.

Morn had witnessed such a miracle when the Dragon of Blasphemy cursed the rivers of the entire world with his pus, blood, and malice.

It is the sacred tree that accepts the profanation and pollution of this world.

But why is it here?
Even then, the Holy Tree still stood in the Forest of Lolthlorien.

“Is that a sacred tree?”

"Yes, that is the Holy Tree, the only god who has mercy on us."

The woman standing next to Moon knelt down respectfully towards the small golden tree.

She once prayed to the gods of the whole world, but the only one who responded to her was the silent holy tree.

Next to the golden sacred tree are several simple but warm huts.

The abandoned people living here often snuggle at the foot of the sacred tree to offer their prayers and worship to it.

But now, they were all surprised to find that the sacred tree, which had only golden branches in the past, was now miraculously full of branches and leaves.

The light was extremely soft.

When the king truly returns to his side.

The golden sacred tree also showed its own miracles.

In silence, Moon placed one hand on his chest, faced the sacred tree, and bowed slightly.

There is no doubt that their situation is caused by themselves.

Back then, this was pure kindness, but now it is an unimaginable and terrible denial.

The appearance of the Holy Tree was to redeem this mistake on its own behalf.

(End of this chapter)