After realizing this, Ilúvatar could only hold Mozo's hand and sigh:
"I understand. I will support you. But is there really no other way to make compromises?"
Ilúvatar knew that she had to let go at this moment, but she could not accept doing nothing.
Mozo hesitated for a moment before speaking to Ilúvatar:
"You can give me something that can be used to summon you at a critical moment. Don't worry, if I feel that the ritual cannot be completed, I will definitely choose to summon you."
Mozo actually didn't want to take the token of summoning Ilúvatar, but he knew that if he didn't do so, Ilúvatar would definitely be worried.
As expected, after hearing what Mozo said, Ilúvatar's expression suddenly relaxed a lot.
After looking around, she suddenly picked up a strand of hair from her forehead. Then, Ilúvatar's deft hands gradually wove the long hair from the goddess into a star shape.
Then the goddess blew at it and turned it into an exquisite sky-blue brooch.
After making this azure brooch, the goddess personally put it on Mozo's chest and looked at him seriously and said:
"As long as you take off this brooch or stay away from it, I will appear by your side immediately!"
After saying that, the goddess hugged Mozo and buried her head in Mozo's chest and said:
"Please come back, please succeed, and please remember that I am here!"
Mozo sighed softly, then hugged Ilúvatar, stroking her soft hair and saying:
"I understand."
Finally, Mozo said to Ilúvatar what he had said to Victoria:
"Don't worry, when everything is over, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"
"Well, I believe you!"
This was supposed to be a very warm and beautiful scene, but Mozo always felt inexplicably guilty.
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After that, Mozo stayed in the Holy Mountain for a few more days, accompanying Ilúvatar to finish most of the things or leaving a general charter, and then Mozo set off to the south.
In order to make Mozo leave as quietly as possible, the Goddess and Arwen tried their best to provide cover for him.
The goddess even ordered a top-notch puppet modeled after him from the Iron Bank through secret channels and rushed to make it, which was controlled by the goddess herself to create the illusion that King Aragorn was still in the Holy Mountain.
With the full cooperation of the Goddess and the strong support of the Iron Bank, Mozo left the bitter cold land without anyone noticing.
On the same day, Mozo also learned from the merchants on the airship that the orcs had established a country called the Karaya Tribal Alliance. At the same time, they gave up their faith in Leia and the orc gods of all generations, and changed their allegiance to the new generation of prophecy god Sanchez.
For a moment, all forces were in an uproar.
It would have been fine if the declining orcs had abandoned their former beliefs, but they actually took refuge under the name of a human god.
This really caused countless discussions and even more contempt and ridicule.
However, this also allowed Mozo to roughly guess how Sanchez became a god - he should have retrieved the treasure left by King Mung on behalf of Thrall, and then used it as the foundation to build the orc country.
At this point his ritual was complete.
He recovered what the world had lost—the nameless treasure of the Monger Dynasty.
And this changed the world situation - the orc country was built on the nameless treasure house.
Compared to the status of gods, the standard of this tribal alliance is indeed a bit shabby, but it is a gathering of 'all' orcs.
As a legitimate race recognized by all living beings and even the original beings, it is indeed enough to help Sanchez become a god with the strength of the entire race.
After roughly sorting out the thoughts that he had not sorted out when he was in the Holy Mountain, Mozo glanced in the direction of the Moss Mountains, shook his head, and returned to his room.
Then on the way back to the room, the waiter on the airship came over with a cart of newspapers. When he saw Mozo, he immediately asked enthusiastically:
"Mr. Orion, would you like to buy a copy of the latest newspaper? Please rest assured that this is absolutely the latest news published that day!"
Orion, this was the pseudonym that Mozo used during this trip. At the same time, because Mozo was staying in a special room, the other party also knew Mozo's name.
After taking a look at the white clouds outside the window and the newspapers on the other car that still smelled of hot oil, Mozo asked in surprise:
"Did you print this on the airship?"
In this world, it is relatively easy to synchronize intelligence remotely by relying on supernatural powers, but real-time printing is quite difficult.
Because Mozo remembered that the main printing force at that time was still the printing press, and the printing press at this time was very large, cumbersome and easy to damage. Few people would be willing to place such expensive and space-consuming things on a long-distance airship where every inch of land is valuable.
The other party immediately puffed out his chest proudly and said:
"Yes, our captain spent a lot of money to order a new ink printing machine from the Iron Bank! This is to ensure that every passenger can get the latest news about the ground during the long journey!"
"I remember that thing took up a lot of space and was very expensive. Your captain was very willing to spend money on it!"
"No, it's not big. Our captain ordered the latest model, which is very small! It can be furnished in a stateroom!"
Mozo was very emotional when he heard this:
“Times have progressed!”
As he said that, Mozo handed the other party a Du Ze gold coin.
"Give me a newspaper and a lot of tips."
The other party immediately bowed in surprise and joy and handed Mozo a copy of the latest newspaper:
"Is there anything else you need?"
"There's nothing much to say, but if there's any news worth noting, you can come find me!"
A little kindness and arrangement done casually may not be of any use at all, but it is better than nothing.
Moreover, Mozo is no longer the poor fellow who would scream when he saw a gold pound in Cromwell.
Are you kidding? Although I am not in my own country, I am the King of Purging, the King of Men, the Lord of Painted Shadows, and the Duke of the North. How can I be short of money
Mozo can shoot his golden gun at random now!
After this brief episode, Mozo returned to his room humming a little tune.
But what Mozo didn't know was that after the waiter finished selling his newspapers in the cabin.
He pushed the cart back to his staff room without saying a word and locked the door.
He dragged a password box out from under his bed.
After skillfully entering the password to open the box, I found some daily clothes in the box.
However, when the waiter took out all the clothes and put them aside, he knocked on the bottom of the box, and an ingenious and secret compartment appeared in front of him.
Under the mezzanine is a set of simple but very exquisite sacrificial rituals.
It can be seen that this set of rituals should be quite old.
After estimating the airship's voyage time.
After confirming that the airship was neither in the Justice Parish nor in the Victory Parish, the waiter began to arrange the sacrificial rituals with familiarity.
With the small altar completed, he lit the incense and candles covered with ancient inscriptions, and then wrote on a piece of paper - Orion No. 7, a kind-hearted man who looked rich.
Then he thought for a moment, and then quickly sketched Mozo's appearance under this sentence.
Although he did it meticulously, he obviously didn't think it was something worth worrying about.
Because this was the seventh person named Orion he had met.
Before him, it was unknown how many Orions the other ancestors or possible companions had met.
But was there any response after so many Orions were reported
No!
At least he hadn't heard of anything.
If it weren't for the fact that every time they offered Orion's intelligence, the members of their family who were responsible for the sacrifice would receive a few to dozens of gold coins, he wouldn't have done it. At the same time, their family probably wouldn't have passed this thing down.
While admiring his own amazing painting skills, the waiter was thinking about the rules of sacrifice.
He didn't know when this rule and ritual in his family came into being. He only knew that his grandfather said that his grandfather's grandfather had these things. He guessed that they were passed down very early.
Maybe it can be traced back to the War of Four Gods!
At first he thought it was some kind of evil ritual, but later he realized that this thing had no reaction other than collecting information about people named Orion and rewarding them with it.
Even those named Orion were fine, but apart from matters related to Orion, the other party would not give any response at all.
In other words, their family is more like hired hands than believers.
These are reliable information accumulated by their family over the years!
But maybe if he leaked information or violated the rules, there might be some other reactions
But he had never tried this before, and no one in his family had ever tried it.
Because this is obviously not a good thing.
On the contrary, if you leave it alone and do things quietly, this will be an unstable but reliable source of wealth.
Their family also relied on this set of rules and rituals to survive many difficult times.
After shaking his head, the waiter took out the Duze gold coin that Mozo had given him from his arms with a little heartache, and then placed it together with the portrait on the altar and burned them.
As it burned, he prayed that the gold coin would not disappear.
He didn't think that this altar, which could give their family gold coins out of thin air, would really not be able to consume an ordinary gold coin.
But he still hoped that the other party would keep the gold coin.
After all, no one would complain about having too much money.
But the result is bound to be disappointing.
Because as the flames disappeared, not only did the ashes from the burning paper disappear, but even his gold coins disappeared.
This made the waiter a little disappointed, but he immediately looked at the altar with anticipation.
According to experience, several gold coins will fall on it soon!
You can exchange a few or even dozens of gold coins for one, this deal is worth it!
But what puzzled the waiter was that he had waited several times longer than usual, but still got nothing.
Is it broken? Or has our family finally taken all the gold coins from that unknown entity across the street
Such a mysterious being can’t be so poor, right
So it's really bad
Come on, I was planning to pass this on to my son so he can get rich!
The waiter stood up thinking this, and was horrified to see a large amount of silver-white currency pouring out from the top of the altar like a bottomless pit.
There were so many of them that they pushed him against the wall.
And there is no sign of stopping!
It seemed that the waiter was about to be drowned under this strange currency.
The waiter who had barely come to his senses hurriedly stretched out his hand from the sea of currency and shouted:
"Too much, too much! Too much! Take it back, please take it back!"
After he shouted this sentence, he didn't know whether it would work or not.
The altar seemed to have understood and finally stopped spewing, and it also sucked away countless of the strange silver-white metal coins.
The strange metal coins that almost filled the entire staff room were now reduced to only a dozen or so on the altar.
The waiter, who was almost suffocated, came forward in shock and fear.
Then he looked at this strange currency that he had never seen before with great surprise.
At first he thought it was a silver coin, but now he realized it was not silver, nor was it anything like that. He didn't recognize the words on it.
However, the casting process of this coin is very exquisite.
It even made him feel that the Du Ze gold coin he had just received was not as beautiful and exquisite as the strange currency in front of him.
Also, the other party gave him these. Did he finally run out of gold coins, or did he find the right person? !
After being suspicious for a long time, he swallowed his saliva and carefully put away the sacrificial ritual and the dozen or so strange metal coins.
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