As he spoke, Mozo took out the Golden Spear that he had always carried with him. Although this sealed item from Miss Knight was already an old item that could not keep up with the times for Mozo today.
But Mozo still didn't throw it away or put it aside.
After all, this Golden Gun really helped him overcome many difficulties. People are nostalgic, and Mozo is no exception. Even if it is not so practical, as long as it does not burden him, he is still willing to carry it with him.
"What? The big Alpha coin is missing too? Why is this one missing too?"
Pure White Libra also knew that Mozo had a Big Alpha Coin in his collection.
But neither it nor Mozo could understand why even this big Alpha coin disappeared.
However, Chunbai Ping quickly thought of a possible solution and asked Mozo curiously:
"Are you sure you haven't messed with any other goddess? And is it related to that big Alpha coin?"
Mozo, who had also thought about this question, shook his head decisively:
"No, absolutely not!"
Having lost his memory of the first dream opera, he naturally had no clue about this.
"Yeah?"
Even though Mozo's words were extremely decisive, Chunbai Tianping was still full of doubts.
Pure Libra had indeed never been deceived by Mozo, but it had always been cheated by Mozo. So doubting every word of Mozo had almost become the instinct of this unlucky Libra.
In response to Chun Bai Ping's doubts, Mo Zuo added helplessly:
"At least I don't remember anything like that."
After looking Mozo up and down, Chun Bai Ping shook his head and said:
"Okay. So what are you going to do now?"
After checking the Golden Spear in his hand, Mozo took it in his hand and said:
"Since the host invited us here in advance, there's no reason for us not to go and meet him, right?"
After saying that, Mozo looked deeply towards the center of the pure white city, where there was a white palace that was obviously taller than the other buildings.
Chun Bai Ping wanted to say, "I think you will regret this," but after opening his mouth, he could only say:
“... .”
After sighing in his heart, Chunbai Ping told Mozo another piece of information:
"Partner, you know that your mirror image in the Fog City was shattered, right?"
Hearing this, Mozo nodded helplessly:
"Of course, but what can we do? Fortunately, I am only a quasi-king, and a fake at that."
"Yes, this is the only luck."
After talking about these things, Mozo did not take the Pure White Scale back, but just held it in his hand.
The other party already knew about the existence of the Pure White Scale and did not "confiscate" it. In this case, Mozo did not plan to hide the Pure White Scale. Having it in hand could still be considered an extra help.
After jumping off the roof of the white building.
After taking a few steps forward, Mozo was surprised to find that countless residents were walking out from every corner of the streets and alleys, and moving in a unified direction. The pure white city was also constantly adding its own color as the residents moved forward.
In just a few seconds, Mozo felt as if he had come from the white Grantril to a normal human city.
He even felt that the city scenery before him seemed to be something he had seen somewhere.
Out of caution, Mozo did not make any move towards these residents, but just walked among them silently.
After looking at them carefully for a while, Mozo and Chunbai Libra both came to the same answer at the same time - these residents are all puppets!
Moreover, it is a high-level puppet that even demigods cannot see any flaws at all!
As for why they were still certain of their puppet identities even though they could not see any flaws, it was because of two reasons.
First, both Mozo and Pure White Libra knew that this was Grandriel, the city of puppets.
Secondly, the owners of these puppets seem to intentionally let them see that these puppets are following a script to perform lifelike performances.
After realizing this, Mozo quickened his pace and followed the puppets in the direction they were heading.
On the way, Mozo also tried to observe the expressions and structures of these dolls, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he looked, he could not see any flaws in them.
But Mozo noticed another thing, that is, the language used by these puppets is not only Loran, but also a very pure southern accent.
Combined with some of the conversations he heard on the road, Mozo thought of a possibility, and then he quickened his pace. Not long after, he appeared at the end of the puppets' journey.
This is a square of neither size, and on the statue standing in the center of the square are several people leaning against the statue.
Below them were Loran soldiers standing in a row to maintain order.
However, the equipment they wore was old-fashioned and from three hundred years ago.
Seeing more and more citizens gathering, the people standing on the statue immediately shouted to the soldiers below:
"Almost done, bring them up!"
After that, a team of soldiers escorted a group of prisoners dressed in fancy clothes out of an inn.
It can be seen that they were all nobles before! Great nobles!
As these prisoners were brought out, there were cries of surprise from the citizens below.
They couldn't believe that the noble lord who seemed so high and mighty in daily life was actually arrested.
What made them even more unbelievable and excited was that when all the nobles were brought up, the people standing on the statues shouted loudly to the crowd and soldiers:
"In the name of Grand Duke Cromwell, I declare the immediate execution of Count Marlov and his followers!"
As these very brief words were uttered, the nobles were executed by the soldiers amid the citizens' exclamations of extreme disbelief and joy.
The voice of the man standing on the statue did not stop there. He continued in a louder voice, suppressing all the exclamations:
"In the name of Grand Duke Cromwell and the young Queen, we declare that we will use all the land and wealth of these nobles for the benefit of the municipal government and the people's livelihood!"
"Cheer up, my compatriots, good times have come! Long live Duke Cromwell! Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"
Under his leadership and promise, the crowd that was just exclaiming in shock at the sudden death of the great nobleman also immediately started to shout excitedly:
"Long live the Duke of Cromwell! Long live Her Majesty the Queen!"
Amidst the crowd shouting "Long live the dragon", Mozo and Chunbai Ping remained silent and left the crowd immediately after a moment.
As they moved away from the crowd behind them, Mozo noticed that the buildings around them were beginning to fade again.
At the same time, the number of puppets around also decreased rapidly.
When Mozo walked to a new street again, the scene he had seen before happened again.
In other words, countless people came out from nowhere and came out from all directions.
However, what is different this time is that the architectural style of the surroundings has changed, the puppets' clothing and body shapes have also changed, and of course, their language has also changed.
This time, the dialect that came to be used was the most commonly used local dialect in the Parish of Justice.
At the same time, the puppets were no longer moving in a certain direction. They were standing on both sides of the road, on the side of the street and on the rooftops, but they kept away from the center of the street.
This makes Mozo's existence extremely different!
Looking at the crowd around him who were looking in the same direction, Mozo let out a breath and made way.
When Mozo made way, a few children rushed out from the other side of the road excitedly, shouting loudly as they ran:
"The heroes are back!"
"We defeated the devil!"
"They are triumphant!"
Such a sound made the people around who were looking forward to it cheer.
At the same time, after a few children ran past excitedly, a dignified and imposing troop also strode out with their heads held high.
Their equipment is truly made in various countries, but their spirits are extremely high, because their achievements are as great as the sun!
They left the small town with great enthusiasm and together with countless companions like them, they defeated the ruler of this land - the devil!
The appearance of this force undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere to its highest point.
Countless people were so excited that they threw the flowers they had prepared long ago into the sky, and then they fell on the bodies of these heroes who walked out of their small town.
The returning heroes or the children of the small town also shouted:
"Long live His Majesty Tyr! Long live Queen Bernadette!"
The crowd around them also shouted:
"Long live His Majesty Tyr! Long live Queen Bernadette!"
Seeing this, Mozo loosened his collar unconsciously.
After letting out a long breath, he walked towards the next street.
Just like before, the crowds moved away and the colors faded.
Then it started snowing heavily.
The white snowflakes made the city, whose colors were not very distinct, look as if it was still "Grandriel".
The puppets participating in the performance naturally changed their clothes into fur coats which are popular in cold and bitter lands.
Different from the Lorans who were heading towards the square and the people from the small town who were waiting on both sides of the street.
These people in this bitterly cold land all looked up at the sky above their heads with full anticipation, and looked in a certain direction from time to time.
After thinking for a while, Mozo walked in the direction they were looking. First, he wanted to confirm what they were looking at, and second, if he wanted to go to the palace, this was the only way he could pass.
Sure enough, after walking forward for a while, Mozo saw hundreds of warriors wearing fur armor pushing an obelisk into a deep pit that had been dug long ago and setting it up in a small square.
When this obelisk that was so familiar to Mozo was fully erected.
The heavy snow that had just filled the sky suddenly disappeared, and even Mozo could feel a heart-warming warmth spreading around him.
The thick snow on the ground naturally melted quickly in the face of this heat flow.
Such a scene also made the people present shout:
"Praise the Duke of Aragon! Praise the Goddess!"
After wiping his forehead, which was warm as spring but still covered in cold sweat.
Mozo raised his foot and rushed to the next area.
The development was just like before, the crowds quickly dispersed and the buildings faded.
When Mozo came to a new area again, the pure white Grandriel was transformed from a puppet city into an art capital.
Different from the previous three cities full of life, the people here dress more elegantly, have a richer mental outlook, and the architectural style is unusually elegant.
At the same time, there are also quite a lot of painters whose identities can be recognized at a glance!
After swallowing and wiping his face, Mozo naturally continued to move forward.
After walking for about a few minutes, Mozzo saw a large group of painters parked in front of a huge list.
Mozzo is also familiar with this, as it is the list he uses to announce the identities and works of the painters selected for the Louvre's collection.
After the old list of painters and their works from the previous period was taken down and properly preserved by the painting messengers.
A brand new list was put up by these beautiful painting messengers.
As the list was announced, the painters below did not feel sad about not being on the list. Instead, they praised the painters and paintings in front of them from the bottom of their hearts:
"It's Master Keith from Bororen City. I've said long ago that he absolutely deserves the title of Master!"
"Oh my god, what a wonderful work! I have never heard of such a master before! Blasphemy, it's really blasphemy!"
"We must thank His Majesty Ingres and Queen Victoria. If it weren't for their tireless exploration of all art and beauty, God knows how many pearls like this master would be forever covered in dust!"
"Yes, that's right!"
"Thank you, His Majesty Angell, and praise Queen Victoria!"
At this point, Chun Bai Ping finally spoke:
"Partner, if I'm not mistaken, are we only halfway there?"
Mozo wiped his sweaty cheeks again and again and said: