Huh? Are they all real?

The tavern owner's brows also jumped at these words.

"Could it be that we just don't know?"

The mayor shook his head and said:

"Forget about other places, what we have here is the Dunkelstead Cathedral!"

The Dunkelstead Cathedral is where the Knights of the Round Table first gathered.

This is where Lionheart established the Round Table.

If the round table had responded, this place wouldn't be like this.

Upon hearing this, the tavern owner took a breath and said:

"Is it possible that the king is back and this matter is not over yet?"

The mayor sighed and said:

"I don't know, but I'm afraid? I, what were we talking about just now?"

The mayor, who suddenly fell into confusion mid-sentence, asked the tavern owner behind him what she had just said.

The tavern owner also looked at her slightly puzzled.

"Ah? Boss, aren't we talking about the round table?"

After a while, the tavern owner suddenly realized:

"Ah, boss, I understand, you mean we have to pretend we never discovered this, right?"

This is indeed the case. Although they have met the two supreme beings, it is better for them, small characters in a foreign land, to stay away from such a big event.

But what surprised him was the mayor's increasingly confused look:

"What is the round table?"

Mr. Mayor, one of the few travelers who walked to Sequence Five by himself, rubbed his brows and said:

"Did we just talk about going back and getting a round table?"

The tavern owner said in astonishment:

"Boss, you really don't know what you just said?"

"Why else would I ask you?"

The tavern owner suddenly felt a chill engulfing his whole body.

How could you not remember?

He hurriedly grabbed the mayor's hand and pointed at the burning church:

"The Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table formed by King Lionheart! Do you remember this, right?"

The tavern owner is trying to make his boss remember this, or he is looking for a sense of security.

But the mayor, after frowning that beautiful brow, shook his head regretfully and said:

"I'm sorry, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. His Majesty the Lionheart must have his own knights, but where did you know they are called the Knights of the Round Table?"

The tavern owner, who felt bad for a moment, grabbed the cheering passers-by and asked:

"Knights of the Round Table, do you know the Knights of the Round Table?"

The passerby who was pulled by him looked at him up and down in surprise and said:

"Of course, those are the knights my king is most proud of! And you don't know the great Round Table, so why are you here? Aren't you here for the Dunkelstead Church?"

It was also an unexpected answer. The tavern owner, who thought that the other party would not know, was about to burst into tears and grabbed the mayor and said:

"Look, boss, this is it, this is what we were just talking about. The Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table of the Lionheart!"

The mayor's expression became more and more confused:

"Sorry, I still don't have any impression."

The tavern owner hurriedly said to passers-by:

"Quick, quick, tell her about the round table."

But what shocked the tavern owner was that the passers-by, who were very familiar with the round table just a moment ago, also looked confused.

"Round table? What round table?"

The tavern owner lost his voice and said:

"The Round Table of the Lionheart King!"

"Ah, the round table in the Great Cathedral of Camelot, right? That symbolizes the equality of all participants. This is one of my king's favorite stories."

"What about the Knights of the Round Table?"

The passerby shook his head suddenly and said:

"Never heard of it."

The tavern owner was so anxious that he grabbed passers-by like crazy and asked:

"Didn't you just say, what about the church, this church? Tell me, what is her origin?"

The passerby glanced at the somewhat frantic tavern owner with fear and said:

"This is the Dunkelstead Cathedral, the last gem of the Heart of Seven Stones. Well, that's what the handbooks say. No, I don't know anything else. Just ask others!"

After saying that, the passerby pushed away the tavern owner who was obviously wrong and ran away.

Such a reaction made the tavern owner wet his whole body with cold sweat. How could this happen?

Everything I was talking about just now was forgotten in the blink of an eye.

This somewhat familiar horror suddenly made the tavern owner tremble and remember something.

He hurriedly rummaged through his body and found a pendant.

The crown on the tombstone actually looked particularly sacred under the firelight.

——

The problems that all the time-travelers have noticed, Moen naturally also noticed.

He stood up directly from the throne and looked behind him.

He looked towards the border area of ​​Storm Parish, which is the central part of the New World.

Ever since the Round Table was driven out of the Holy City.

The Knights of the Round Table have been gathering at the border area of ​​the Church of Storms, working hard to maintain the last bit of dignity of the Church of Storms and their monarch.

In that small fishing village, the reason why the arrogant priest let him go after hearing that the boy was really just a child was also because of the Round Table.

This is the bottom line that the Round Table still manages to maintain after countless failed struggles.

But now, the round table seems to have disappeared and remains silent.

After looking at it for a moment, Moen said to the goddess:

"Denise."

"Um."

I don’t know if it’s because the possession has ended, the goddess’ face no longer has the rich expressions she had when she was a girl.

Now her face is just extremely calm.

But there is one thing that is exactly the same as when she was a girl, that is, when she looks at Moon.

The corners of her mouth will always rise from the bottom of her heart.

“Do you know how Tristan and the others are doing now?”

But the goddess’ answer made Moon turn around in shock:

“Who is Tristan?”

“Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, the knight I personally appointed, you were by my side at the time.”

Looking at the king who spoke like this, the goddess also tried to recall everything.

But in the end, the goddess still shook her head and said:

“I have no impression.”

Such a reaction made Moon realize something instantly.

He asked again:

“Then what about Aggruwen?”

“I have no impression.”

The goddess still shook her head.

"Where are the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Sorry, I still don't remember."

After roughly confirming the situation, Morn asked the last question directly:

"Do you remember where the border of the Storm Church is?"

"Of course."

"Take me there, now."

The Holy Spear lightly tapped, and the object in the goddess's arms changed from a sleeping girl to her beloved king.

Then, the goddess appeared in the middle of the new world holding Morn.

This is the border of the Storm Parish.

It is also the station of the Knights of the Round Table in Morn's memory, and the last pure land of the Storm Parish - Avalon.

But now, there are no Knights of the Round Table, no residents, and even no cities.

The only thing here is a large lush wilderness.