Huh? Are they all real?

After a brief silence, Moon nodded and said:

"Long time no see, Hasank. And, it is indeed me, Trajan Westeros."

Hearing the other party admit his identity, Hasank nodded and closed his eyes in relief:

"Then the loss is not unfair."

Bang.

The 36-type revolver, which is the standard weapon of the Empire, killed the enemies of the Empire efficiently and reliably.

Mr. Porter may never have thought that the pistol issued to him could kill such a heavyweight figure.

Looking at the devastation around.

Moen squatted down and took out the exquisite box from Hasank's arms.

"Trajan, are you Trajan? It's really interesting. Trajan, who died twenty years ago, not only inexplicably has a daughter, but he himself also appeared here alive and kicking."

"Once again dealt a heavy blow to the enemies of the Empire."

His playful voice reappeared behind Moon.

"Let me guess, the young queen is actually your puppet? No, no, no, you don't need to do this."

"With your situation back then, there would be no problem for you to sleep directly in the queen's bedroom. This country was already yours at that time."

"So what is it? Um, ah, you are a royal party?!"

After thinking of this possibility, He laughed in surprise.

He laughed very happily.

"Hahaha, very good, very good, my God, the thief Duke of Westeros is actually a real royal party?"

"What do you think? You are the uncrowned king of this country, why do you have to kowtow to a vase?"

"Her body? No, there is no need, you can just take her directly, don't you still want her heart?"

"Oh oh oh. Please, please, don't tell me that an uncrowned master of the empire would be a fool who was dazzled by a woman."

Behind Moen, He laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out.

"They are your followers after all. It is even possible that you would not come back without them."

"There is no need to ignore their death, right?"

He said strangely:

"Why should I care about a group of mortals?"

"But you are different. You are too talented and too interesting. I allow you to kneel down to me. I can give you mercy and tolerance and even rewards, because I haven't laughed like this for too long."

Moen did not answer, but opened the box.

It was empty inside.

'It is indeed empty. '

"You don't seem surprised?"

"I guessed it a long time ago. You are not the kind of person who will give the key to others."

"You have always trusted only yourself."

He shook his head in boredom, patted his sleeves nonchalantly, and stood up casually.

The so-called curse, the serious injury that pierced his heart, ended long ago when the jester really suffered all this.

At this moment, the world was quiet.

He is only Sequence Two, but He is indeed the Supreme One who has returned.

There should be no noise in front of the Jade Throne.

"You make me unhappy. I was expecting you to be more surprised and desperate."

"But this is right. Otherwise, you would not be the Trajan Westeros."

After tidying up his clothes a little.

He said disappointedly:

"I talked so much nonsense before just to let you come over and enjoy the wonderful drama of you killing them with difficulty and finding that you had already lost."

For Moen, he noticed this accident from afar when he came over.

Then he planned a small drama on the spur of the moment for his amusement.

As for the old prime minister's request, life is not important.

It is not important at all. This is how mortals use it.

"Everything is fine. I gave you enough time, and you succeeded in killing them, even though you didn't have any skills at all."

"But how could you guess that?"

He said to Moon with pride and dissatisfaction:

"Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness, otherwise I will let you live, but I will take off your eyes. Because they saw what I wanted you to see in advance."

Moen threw away the empty box and said:

"Do you know why I guessed that the box was empty and killed them first?"

He became curious again.

"Because you want to try?"

"If you want to try, why don't I call the guards of Anras and the demigod who sent you back?"

"That's not easy, because you don't know where they will appear, no, that's not right, you shouldn't be able to find this place."

He touched his chin and asked:

"How did you find them?"

Moen didn't answer his question, he just walked out.

Just like when he came, he tried to avoid their corpses as much as possible.

"Let's go to another place."

"Okay, you made me curious, I allow it."

After the man and the god finally arrived at a new place.

Moen said:

"I just want them to think that their death is worth it."

He waved his hand with a smile and said:

"What hypocrisy, you clearly killed them, and you used such a dishonorable method."

"This is a war, we are enemies. I don't have a way to confront them head-on, so I can only use all the methods I can think of."

Moen shook his head and said:

"Hasanq Iman is a guy who can sell his own citizens as slaves without blinking an eye. To be honest, my evaluation of him is a complete scumbag."

"So why do you keep doing these stupid things?"

Regarding his question, Moen said seriously:

"Because that is my personal evaluation of him. If it is about his identity, I admit that he is excellent because he has been doing what he should do."

"Do your best for the Royman Empire and fight for everything for the Northern Alliance."

"As an opponent of such a person, I will definitely kill him, but I also hope to at least make them feel that their death is worth it."

"Instead of becoming a plaything of the gods and dying worthless."

He also waved his hands seriously and said:

"No, no, no, this is not worthless. Since I promised them, then I will indeed help deal with your lover, it should be a lover, right?"

Regarding his remarks, Moen said bluntly:

"You will indeed go, and you will indeed kill the Queen, but you will also kill Iron Fist Harrow and kill everyone who knows about it."

"Then you will leave quietly with their extraordinary characteristics. As for what these two forces will become in the end, you will not care at all."

The amusement on his face completely disappeared, and he looked squarely at the mortal in front of him for the first time.

"Who are you anyway?"

Morn took off the ring and asked:

"Who do you think I am?"