Huh? Are they all real?

Both sides fell into silence.

After a long while, the old duke asked:

"Any questions? If not, let's end it quickly. I really don't want to waste time."

He was going to die, and waiting for death was undoubtedly the most torturous thing.

Moen, who came back from his contemplation, asked the other party:

"Do you think you have anything else to say?"

This question made the old duke stunned.

He looked at Moen in disbelief and said:

"What a strange guy, you should know that we are enemies, and you actually asked me this?"

"You swore to God and the king, and I think people who are about to die are good."

The old duke's face became more and more strange after hearing this.

"You are indeed very different from us. If it weren't for the facts, I would never believe that you were born into a noble family."

But after saying this, the old duke did recall it carefully.

Moen didn't disturb him, just waited quietly.

After a long time, the old duke said to Moon:

"To be honest, I can't think of anything worth saying. If I really want to say something, there is only one thing, that is, before I came here."

"The emperor said this to me."

"What?"

"I am waiting for your victory news, my reliable old friend and my respectable old opponent!"

At this point, the old duke looked puzzled:

"Now that I think about it, he seemed to know that I would die, so his expression and his words seemed to be saying goodbye to me."

"Also, although we did have a period of time before swearing allegiance, Time's rival, but I always feel that he shouldn't, well, should say he won't call me an old rival. "

"Are you sure?"

The old duke shook his head and said:

"I'm not sure, and even all this may be just my wrong feeling under suspicion, after all, this makes sense. "

"But if you ask me if I have anything else to say, then this is indeed the only thing I think I should say to you now. "

"Anything else?"

"Nothing else."

Moen nodded and said:

"That's fine."

Moen's straightforward ending made the old duke a little overwhelmed.

"That's it? You don't ask more things? For example, the emperor's arrangements in the imperial capital?"

Maybe because he was really dying, so as a traditional noble, the old duke still hoped that his family would have the last laugh.

It was just out of stubbornness for dignity and face that he was unwilling to take the initiative to speak.

Thinking that the other party would definitely ask, Moen didn't ask directly.

Even Moon's answer to this made him stunned:

"He can't be unaware of your trouble, so he will definitely change his plan. Apart from the general direction question just asked, I'm afraid the more you say about other things, the more beneficial it will be to him."

The old duke, who was stunned, looked at Moon and then laughed at himself:

"You are right. The emperor will know once I die. With his ability, the more I say, the more likely he will use me."

"But there is one thing I think I can tell you, that is the seal held by the emperor."

"Sealed 0-11, no need, I know the details of this thing very well."

This answer made the old duke stunned again:

"Weren't you puzzled about my ability just now?"

"That's because I don't know who you are and who is behind you. After knowing that it is the emperor Doyle who is preparing to become a god, I naturally know these. After all, in this world, there are not only similar things but also similar abilities."

"Before you say it, the elimination method can't get the answer."

The old duke opened his mouth a little desperately.

After a moment, he seemed to be trying to save face and said:

"Also, you definitely don't know this, that is the Great Emperor and."

"Joined forces with Prince Adela and the dynasty behind him."

The old duke's mouth began to twitch.

Then he collapsed.

"You are indeed not my descendant. It is impossible for my sons to have a descendant as smart as you."

His bloodline had long been extinct, and Westeros, who succeeded the southern border, was almost the only one with the same surname.

"Well, stupid people should end early to avoid polluting future generations."

"Okay, end it, send me away from this sad world."

After a few words from Morn, the old duke gave up struggling directly.

Moen also nodded and said:

"It will hurt a lot."

"How much?"

"I just know it will hurt a lot."

The old duke immediately smiled bitterly:

"That's right, a bad guy like me should be like this. What do you think?"

"You are right."

The old duke's expression froze again.

"Although you are not my descendant, we are all from the same Westeros family. Can't you give me some face?"

"Please, I am a person after all!"

Moen shook his head and said:

"I am just telling the truth."

The old duke was completely helpless with Moen. This guy didn't care about the noble manners at all.

He completely lost his noble manners and waved his hands repeatedly:

"Okay, I admit it, let's start."

Seeing that Moen was really about to start, the old duke still interrupted him with a little fear:

"Wait, wait!"

Anyway, he had lost his face, so he was not afraid of being more embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"Tell me, will the Westeros family win?"

Looking at the old duke who was half afraid and half sincere.

Moen also gave his own answer:

"The enemy is in the dark, and the offensive and defensive momentum has already changed. We will definitely win."

"What if the opponent is not just what you see?"

The old duke asked this question deeply.

For this question, Moen just smiled and said:

"I am not just Trajan Westeros."

The old duke was stunned at first, and then shook his head and laughed after hearing this answer.

"It is indeed not unfair to lose to you. Okay, let's do it."

Moen nodded and covered him with a windbreaker, and stood up and took out a match to light the windbreaker.

The holy book sewn in the windbreaker began to burn, and the old duke screamed.

But soon, more people appeared beside the old duke.

They were twisted and in different shapes, and their screams completely overwhelmed the old duke.

These people were the targets of the old duke's transfer of evil spirits.

If the old duke wants to be forgiven and redeemed, they can't get around it.

So Morn lit the holy book and used more horrible punishment to cleanse the old duke's sins.

Just as Morn expected.

The wailing of the shadows slowly turned into hearty laughter.

The resentment and restlessness that the old duke needed to become an evil spirit were transferred to them.

Then as long as their resentment is released and their souls are at peace.

The evil spirit will naturally no longer exist.

As the windbreaker burned out.

The old duke, the shadows, and the faded reality all disappeared.

Only the quiet night of Khazad-dum was left.

After looking up at the bright moon, Morn took out his pocket watch.

Now another thing is confirmed-the pocket watch is indeed on his side.

There will be another chapter later