The World Tree Cult

Merlin's pupils narrowed. There were countless thoughts in his mind.

This old god appeared here, most likely he was Hermes. But Hermes was already dead. Otherwise, his dimensions wouldn't have turned into ruins. Therefore, his actions had some profound meaning.

Merlin's eyes flashed after that, and he bowed and said respectfully.

“Your servant Merlin. It is nice to meet you, God Hermes."

The old god looked at Merlin with a smile that was not a smile.

“Who is your God Hermes?”

There was a slightly surprised expression on Merlin's face before he spoke normally “I obtained this treasure from the temple of God Hermes. If you are not God Hermes, then I must have misunderstood.”

The old god looked at Merlin before laughing.

“Interesting little boy. The fact that you find something in a certain place does not always mean that it is the owner of that place.”