Huh? Are they all real?

He roared directly at Moon:

"What else do you want me to say? I've already said that I'm Contas, and you're Trajan, and you're the current head of the South. How can you make me believe that you don't even know who the first head of Westeros is?"

The old duke thought that Moon would show a bit of shame, but the other party suddenly said with a serious expression:

"But even so, you're planning to kill me directly. Let me guess what you did, and you're afraid of me because of it."

"So when you heard that I didn't know who you were, you got scared, afraid that I was pretending not to know you and wanted you dead, right?"

"So, tell me, what are you doing?"

The old duke's face tightened. But after a moment, he relaxed again:

"Let me live, and I will tell you everything I know."

"Otherwise, I promise you will regret it."

In response to the old duke's threat, Moen said directly:

"Although you are very special, you are an evil spirit after all. Your specialness, which is completely different from normal evil spirits, must be that you have borrowed the power of some top-level seal, right?"

"Then, the birth of evil spirits requires huge resentment and restless burial. You are obviously a founding duke who enjoys his old age."

"But you became an evil spirit. I guess this matter is related to the first emperor, right?"

"If you expand your thinking, the seven dukes at that time are really of the same blood, so, are all eight of you still alive?"

The more he talked, the more shocked the old duke was.

Did he just guess it himself?

No, he guessed it with my help!

Immediately, the old duke realized the key point. Every word of the other party was a routine for himself, just like he routined Ai Er.

In the huge shock, it is difficult for people to hide their eyes and thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the method he just used on others was immediately used on himself.

"You are very smart, but I also guarantee that you can't know more details, that is only known by me."

"Let me live, and you will know everything I know."

Moon shook his head and said:

"You plan to kill me, and you should have become an evil spirit by transferring it, right? I don't think people like you would have such tricky conditions at that time."

"So you let one or even a group of innocent poor people become sacrifices for your terrible ritual?"

"What do you mean? Do you still care about those who have nothing to do with you?"

The old duke was a little amused. It was too stupid for people of their level to say this.

"I know, of course I will care."

The old duke looked at Moon, who had a calm face.

Is this guy serious?

Are you kidding?

"You are a noble."

"Before that, I was a human first."

"No wonder you massacred nobles, you are really an alien."

"I just did what I thought I should do."

Moen was still very calm about the old duke's words.

For other things, such as the issue of a certain goddess, Moen must be very guilty, but only for these, Moen will always have a clear conscience.

Becoming a hero, and then dying a hero, in this process, Moen didn't know whether to be thankful or guilty, he really just let down the heroines he chose.

The old duke was stunned for a while, and then laughed directly.

"That doesn't matter, since you don't plan to let me go, I'll just wait to die, anyway, you will definitely die, and your death will be much more miserable than mine!"

But looking at the windbreaker that Moen could put down at any time, he still softened his mouth:

"So, let's negotiate!"

"I can't let you go, but I can give you a correct death and let you go to the promised land."

"You are an evil spirit, you, ah, don't you know what will happen if an evil spirit dies?"

Looking at the old duke who was gradually panicking, Moen suddenly laughed.

"What will happen?"

"You are so brave. I thought you had realized it, but I didn't expect you didn't know it at all."

"Well, you are a big shot. You should know that the correct death is one of the bottom lines left by the original to the world, right?"

"And the evil spirits blasphemed the correct death. What do you think will happen to those who betrayed the original?"

The old duke was really scared. He thought about this question, but he didn't think he would really die.

Because their plan was so perfect.

"What will happen?"

"I won't lie to you. I will let you go because I have my own persistence. But I won't tell you because we are enemies. You must know that the unknown is the most terrifying."

"So, do you want to gamble once? Lord Contas who blasphemed the original?"

The old duke fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly and asked:

"Can you really let the evil spirits get the correct death and go to the promised land promised by the original?"

"Of course, with"

Moen glanced at the top of his head. Although today is not a double moon day, it is still night.

So he quickly changed the name of a goddess:

"I swear in the name of the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart King, as long as you tell the truth, I will wash away your sins and give you a proper death."

Seeing that the other party swore in the name of the goddess and the deceased king, the old duke was relieved:

"I also swear in the name of the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart King, I will tell the truth."

"Then the deal is established, Lord Contus."

"The deal is established, Lord Trajan."

"Why are you here?"

Moen asked the first question.

The old Duke lay directly on the ground and said:

"Let's see if we can get the southern border and further confirm that you are really dead."

"Have you met her?"

"Of course I have, otherwise why would I think you were planning to kill me?"

At this point, the old Duke was quite desperate.

After all, he has been hanging in the study room of the father and daughter for so many years. Why doesn't anyone remember that there is him?

Are you that much of a failure?

It shouldn’t be!

"How is she?"

"What else can I do? Of course it's great."

Moen was relieved. Then he asked:

"What are you planning?"

"Ascending to the gods."

"Ascending to the gods?!"

"Yes, godhood. Baratheon Doyle wants to become a god."

Speaking of this, the old Duke asked with an expectation that he didn't even know how to describe:

"You probably don't know who this person is, right?"

Moen said strangely:

"Of course I know, the founder of Baratheon."

Baratheon Doyle was the name of the first emperor of the Baratheon Empire. The reason why he is called Baratheon instead of Baratheon is because it follows the tradition of this world.

Having made such great achievements, he is fully qualified to pass on his name as the family name.

For a monarch, this is a very high honor.

Because at this point, the requirements for the monarch are completely different from the requirements for ordinary people.

"So you all know the first-generation emperor, an outsider, but you don't know me, the first-generation head of the family?!"

This is what Moen said:

“I rarely pay attention to things that aren’t important.”

The old Duke suddenly wanted to just die.

But to die rightly and avoid the unknown punishment of desecrating the original.

He still said:

"In short, we obeyed the Emperor's request back then. When our respective lifespans were about to come to an end, we chose to become evil spirits and continue to follow the Emperor."

"To fulfill the emperor's ambition to become a god."

Moen asked strangely:

"The path of Emperor Baratheon is the path of glory, but the condition for glory to become a god is that the three angels of glory each establish a powerful empire and fight each other. The final winner can become a god."

"Based on his conditions back then, I'm not surprised that he found the unique path to glory. However, there has never been a situation where three glory angels each have a powerful empire since ancient times."

"There is no such thing as three glory angels living in the same era."

"The latest time was..."

Thinking of this, Moen said inquiringly:

"The Loiman Empire? The first Loiman Emperor was also an angel on the Path of Glory. He once went to war with Baratheon and died fighting for it. This created a rift between the two empires that continues to this day."

"Is that your masterpiece?"

"Yes, the Emperor personally guided and trained the First Emperor Royman. The Emperor's idea was to hide in the dark so that no one would discover this problem."

"In this way, he can reduce the difficulty to the greatest extent, and even induce Royman to join forces with Baratheon to start a war with another empire. After all, he has room for maneuver hiding in the dark."

"But before the emperor could find the last candidate, Emperor Royman discovered the problem and took the lead in launching the attack."

"That caught us off guard. Although we won in the end, it was really a narrow victory."

The old Duke couldn't help but sigh as he recalled those days:

"Even if he is a chess piece trained by the Great Emperor, he is still a qualified monarch, with courage and ability that are not inferior to the Great Emperor."

"It was also because of him that the emperor gave up this path and turned to dormancy until now. To be honest, we all started to think that you also wanted to imitate him."

"But what exactly do you think?"

The old Duke looked at Morn strangely. He really couldn't fathom what this guy was thinking.

Moen did not answer him. Moen just asked:

"Even today, there is only the Queen and the Angel of Glory. Not to mention that this is still your empire. The most important thing is, where is the other one?"

The old Duke shook his head and said:

"I don't know, but the Emperor did say that this is the time we have been waiting for."

"We believe him."

He swore in his own name, so of course he could ignore the oath, but the other party didn't.

So, he really doesn't know?

After a brief hesitation, Moen asked:

"Is he trying to play a word game? The empire he prepared is his own Baratheon Empire, but he also prepared three monarchs from different eras for this?"

"Him, the Queen, and another of his descendants?"

The old Duke said seriously:

"I also thought about whether this might be the case, but we have been with him all the time, but we didn't notice the existence of this person at all."

Moen raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Do you think the last person will be his descendant?"

The old Duke said decisively:

"Won't."

Moen frowned deeply.