Huh? Are they all real?

"Get up, my old friend."

"Grand Duke, please allow me to kneel before you. You are the master who has finally returned home, and I am just a servant who has failed to fulfill my duties."

Hadley prostrated himself on the ground with deep shame.

After hearing this, Morn looked down at him and said:

"For twenty years, you have been fulfilling your duties in the South Territory. How can you say such a stupid thing?"

"But Master, we were not by your side at the last moment."

"But you are by my side now!"

Without waiting for Hadley to continue, Morn interrupted him loudly.

This sonorous and powerful sentence completely shocked Hadley's mind.

Yes, this is the master he has always followed!

Moen has also helped Hadley up.

And patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Okay, come with me to see this place I haven't seen for twenty years."

Twenty years.

Hadley felt dazed.

And with the appearance of Morn.

The people in Khazad-dûm also slowly gathered around in surprise and disbelief.

Morn is not Morn Cromwell now, he is now Trajan Westeros.

This is a small application of the ring.

It can make oneself look like before.

Morn hesitated for a moment before returning, but decided to return to the South in the image of Trajan.

Anyway, Trajan is him, and Morn is also him.

However, the South is looking forward to Trajan!

Seeing the crowd, the knights of the South subconsciously wanted to step forward to separate the road and maintain order.

But Morn raised his hand to stop them:

"They just want to see me."

"But, Grand Duke, you need to return to the fortress."

Morn smiled and looked at the young knight and said:

"That's not in a hurry."

Looking at the astonished crowd in front of him, Morn took off his hat so that people could see his face better.

Then the crowd all took off their hats to salute.

At the same time, they all surrounded him after saluting.

The old man closest to Moen put his hat on his chest with longing eyes and said:

"Sir, you are really back?"

"I am back, sir."

"Those hateful guys have been making up rumors about you. We and the entire southern border are extremely angry about this, so sir."

The old man called two men from behind him, one very young and the other nearly middle-aged:

"Sir, I am old and can hardly walk, so please take my son and my grandson with you. They are still young and have strength. They will definitely do something!"

Behind the old man, his son and grandson both straightened their chests.

As the old man said, they are still young and have strength, and they will definitely do something for the Grand Duke.

As the old man spoke, another person said directly:

"I still have a gun in my room, sir, I will go back and get it!"

"Me too, I still have a set of armor in my house, which was left to me by my father, your guards back then!"

"Sir, I have no armor or gun, but I grew up eating your food, so I still have this life!"

The crowd became more and more excited.

Grand Duke Trajan treated them not as subjects, but as equals.

The Grand Duke gave them land, exempted agricultural taxes, established public hospitals, free children's schools and many more things.

Almost any lord would have many people willing to work for him if he did one of these things.

But the Grand Duke did everything he could think of.

Give them everything they wanted.

Even, the Grand Duke did not carefully protect them as private property, but respected them as equals to himself!

So, they did not believe any rumors, and even after twenty years, they were still willing to shed blood for Trajan.

To be honest, even Moon was a little surprised by such an excited crowd.

He knew that he should be loved in the South for what he did, but he didn't expect to be loved so much.

It was just like

Moen couldn't help but look back at the iris flag flying on the city wall.

During the Napoleonic era, iris has always been considered the national flower of the French dynasty.

It's really not a wrong choice to use iris as a flag.

After a knowing smile, Moon turned around and said seriously to the excited people:

"Everyone, be quiet, please be quiet!"

The crowd, which was extremely chaotic just now, almost stopped boiling instantly in front of Moon's not-so-loud voice.

"I am honored to be loved by you, but I must say that the South has not yet reached the point where ordinary people need to step forward."

Moen had just finished saying this when the crowd shouted again:

"We are voluntarily stepping forward!"

Then someone suddenly shouted:

"You are the emperor!"

This sentence directly ignited the whole audience:

"You are the emperor! The real emperor!!!"

"Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!"

The excited crowd immediately rushed forward and lifted Moen up on their shoulders:

"Send His Majesty the Emperor back to his palace!"

"Make way for His Majesty the Emperor!!!"

The crowd immediately made way amid cheers.

They were so fast that Hadley was pushed to the back before he could even grab a spot.

In the end, he could only watch in amazement as Morn, who was lifted high, was carried to the castle like a relay in the crowd.

"My lord, what should we do?"

The knights of the southern border looked at the magical scene in amazement and asked Hadley what they should do.

Hadley hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Send the message immediately."

"The Grand Duke is back, no, the Emperor is back!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The excitement outside the castle naturally attracted the attention of those inside the castle.

But because it happened so suddenly and so enthusiastically.

So the castle never figured out what was happening outside.

They just watched in amazement as the people outside the city gathered in one direction frantically.

Then there was the cry that almost resounded throughout Khazad-dûm:

"Long live the Emperor!"

"What happened?"

Claude subconsciously drew his sword to protect El, who was also confused.

All the knights and nobles were equally puzzled.

"No news?"

"They just said the emperor is back, long live the emperor."

"Then didn't you send someone out to ask?"

"Yes, but none of them came back."

A strange answer, a strange thing.

But immediately, all the nobles and knights suddenly woke up and looked outside the city.

At this time, Moon was being sent out of the city by the crowd.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!! Grand Duke, no, the emperor, the emperor is back!"

"Open the door, all the doors are open, the emperor is back!!!"

Just like the people before, after understanding what happened, they also fell into this situation.

In almost a moment, Al was the only one in the hall who was still a little confused about the situation.

So what happened?

Is Moon back?

Such a big scene? ? ?

"Miss, your father, the Grand Duke, no, His Majesty, His Majesty is back, you have to hurry down with us!"

Encircled by the nobles of the southern border, Ai Er was taken to the gate of the castle in a daze.

Here, the five gates have been opened.

Countless soldiers, servants, knights, and nobles are scrambling to pour out of the castle.

"The emperor is back, long live the emperor!"

When Ai Er and the nobles finally squeezed through the crowd and arrived.

Moen was also sent to the city by the people.

Looking at Claude and others in front of them, the people consciously put Moen down.

"We're here, put His Majesty down quickly!"

Moen, who had hardly touched the ground since entering the city, finally felt the stability of being down to earth.

For Ai Er and Claude in front of him.

Moen clearly felt their great surprise and Ai Er's cautiousness.

After smiling and blinking at Ai Er, the other party knew that he was indeed Moen.

In the relief of Ai'er, Morn slowly turned around and looked around.

As Morn's eyes swept over, everyone knelt on one knee subconsciously.

After sweeping around, Morn was the only one still standing in the whole Khazad-dum.

Looking at such a crowd, such Khazad-dum.

Morn said loudly:

"March to the north!"

Re-declare sovereignty, meet with vassals from all over the country, and hold a coronation ceremony.

No need, no need at all.

As long as Morn returns to the southern border, all power will naturally return to his hands.

Emperor Loiman wants to act as insurance.

Then let him see if he has the qualifications!

This is my era, this is Trajan's era! ——

And in the suburbs of Khazad-dum, in a carriage escorted by eight pure white knights.

Prince Adela, who was originally planning to leave for the imperial capital, suddenly stopped.

Because he received a reply from two people.

One was his mother, and as he thought, his mother rejected him.

The other one was from his father, which was also the reason why he stopped.

His father gave a will that was contrary to his mother's for the first time.

This unexpected thing even made Adela subconsciously suspect that someone had the audacity to tamper with his father's letter.

However, after confirming it in every possible way.

Prince Adela finally felt relieved.

"Return to Khazad-dûm!"

--

It was almost not long after Morn returned to Khazad-dûm.

The imperial capital, the entire territory of Baratheon, and all the surrounding forces, big and small, knew this terrible news.

Major newspapers immediately printed out the latest additional newspapers.

Countless newsboys, big and small, urged by them or the financiers behind them, immediately filled their bags with the latest newspapers and went to every place in the streets and alleys.

At the same time, every time they ran past a place, they would throw out large pieces of newspapers in their hands, and constantly shouted the words that made the nobles cover their ears in fear amid the confusion and curiosity of passers-by:

"The monster from Westeros has been restored in Khazad-dûm!"