Huh? Are they all real?.

A young man wearing a heavy trench coat actually stood in front of him and asked with a strange expression:

"So, who are you?"

Chapter 130 Why didn't you say so sooner? (3k)

Looking at the young man in the trench coat in front of me.

The Duke subconsciously glanced around, and only after confirming that it was indeed him did he realize that the other person was really talking about him.

This was the first time he had been discovered so directly.

Even though all the demigods from the Southern Realm had gathered together, he was still able to move freely in and out of the banquet hall.

I reckon even Prince Adela probably didn't notice his presence.

But this young man actually saw me directly?

And what did he mean?

At this point, the Duke still hadn't realized that the young man before him was Trajan.

Because the two are so different.

He just felt like he had met a strange guy.

He asked cautiously and prudently:

"Young man, can you see me?"

Moen spread his hands and said strangely:

"Otherwise what? Besides, weren't you the one who called me out?"

Upon hearing this, the old duke's eyes widened slowly.

Is it really Trajan?!

No, if it's Trajan, why doesn't he recognize me?

Thinking of this, the old duke felt a sense of relief. It seemed to be just a coincidence.

But it just so happens that someone found me, and it just so happens that their name is also Trajan?

With a hint of unease, the old duke pointed to himself, feeling utterly bewildered, and said:

"You say you are Trajan, then do you know who I am?"

Do you know who I am?

Well, to put it another way, Moen really felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

I just can't remember where I've seen it before.

Moreover, the other party knew so precisely that they were nearby.

But judging from the current situation, this guy's reaction doesn't seem quite right.

After thinking for a long time, Moen still told the truth:

"I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are."

The Duke laughed in exasperation. "It's one thing for that little girl not to know who I am, but you claim to be Trajan and you don't even know that?"

Although I am not a direct ancestor of Tula, I am not so shameless, am I?

As a traditional noblewoman, the young girl who returned to her roots was unaware that while it was astonishing, it wasn't too outrageous.

It's actually quite reasonable.

But it would be a joke if a Southern Lord who has ruled the Southern Territory for many years didn't know what he looked like!

After all, his own portrait could always hang in his study and other parts of the castle!

"That's ridiculous. I'll give you one last chance. Tell me you're not Trajan, and then tell me why you can see me. Otherwise, you'll never see tomorrow's sun."

Moen shook his head and said:

“I am indeed Trajan. As for why I can see you, just consider my spiritual vision to be high enough.”

After a moment's thought, Moen turned the Ring slightly.

As the Ring continued to turn, the Duke's expression underwent subtle changes.

From calm and collected to seeing a ghost.

"you you you!"

After saying three words, the Duke still couldn't get the words he wanted to say out loud.

Meanwhile, Moen, sitting opposite him, calmly said:

"As you can see, I am Trajan Westeros, so who are you?"

The more Moen looked at him, the more familiar he seemed, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

This is actually quite normal. After all, while some players are meticulous researchers who can spot every detail, others are ruthless players who can't see anything even when all the evidence is right in front of them.

Although Moen wasn't a massacre party member who knew nothing but that he was going to go on a killing spree.

But Moen had never really paid close attention to a portrait that was just a background element.

The old duke opposite him, suppressing his anger as his eyes twitched violently, said:

“I am Constellation Westeros. While I don’t believe I have any great achievements that will be remembered by everyone, isn’t it a bit much that even you don’t recognize me? Trajan Westeros!”

The last Duke of Westeros bit very hard.

Moen was also a little embarrassed.

He only had a vague recollection of the name Constance.

Unfortunately, in Mohn's mind, the first Duke of Westeros was always just known as the first Grand Duke.

As for his name and appearance, he paid no attention to them.

At most, you might see it occasionally. But that's not enough to make a player busy with a strategy guide pay attention.

Because it's just a background panel that appears randomly.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please explain more clearly?"

"Are you a distant relative of the Westeros family? But I don't really recall you."

Upon hearing this, Constance was so angry he was practically fuming.

You don't know me, you don't even know my name, how dare you call yourself a member of House Westeros?!

Wait, he must have shown up because that girl told him about me.

Why would he say all that?!

A moment later, the old duke's expression changed drastically.

He intended to kill me off like a nameless stray dog!

"Very well, Trajan, it seems I need to teach you a lesson!"

Whether he genuinely didn't know or was pretending not to know.

Now all plans have to change.

His original plan was to remain behind the scenes and wait for the winner to come to him.

And now, this person must die!

The old duke's figure began to become very ethereal, and the surrounding scenery also changed.

They faded rapidly, as if their colors had been stripped away by something.

Seeing this, Moen drew his revolver but did not aim it at the Duke.

“Sir, I think we can have a proper talk. I really don’t remember who you are, but is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?”

The old duke's lips curled up. With the power of the emperor, he had completely separated this place from the mortal world. In this way, the demigods he brought would definitely be unable to do anything about it in a short period of time.

As for Trajan in the end, the Duke believed he must have some cards in his hand, but those cards were destined to be useless.

"You seem to be just a low-sequence. I don't know what you did, but now you regret not only faking your death but also stripping away your extraordinary characteristics back then!"

Many people know that Tula's extraordinary abilities were used by the Queen to create Sound Hunters, and they are no exception.

In that case, wouldn't it be best for me to take him hostage?

No, it still won't work. We can't be sure that the demigod he brought can't solve all of this.

We have to kill him directly, and then take his soulless body hostage to escape!

Because of a small, frustrating accident.

Constellation Westeros made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Die, Trajan!"

He watched as the other party transformed into an illusory spirit and walked quickly toward him.

Knowing that there was no way to negotiate, Moen simply raised his gun and fired.

But after firing a few shots, Moen stopped.

The bullets were useless, even the specially replaced exorcism bullets.

"An evil spirit?"

The old duke's lips almost split into a wide grin as he said:

"You're right, Trajan! Surprised? Excited?"

Evil spirits are bizarre entities that most methods are ineffective against.

Troublesome and extremely rare.

It will only happen under very special circumstances.

And those killed by them only die in spirit; their bodies remain alive.

Therefore, in many cases, no one knows that this person has died at the hands of an evil spirit.

However, this one is not quite the same as the evil spirit I remember.

It is even more special and strange.

After all, evil spirits don't have the ability to separate reality from Moen's memories.

Furthermore, evil spirits cannot stray far from the place of their death. And in Qazadoom, he hadn't heard of any other Westeros family members dying there.

Therefore, this is clearly too unconventional.

It doesn't matter, as long as it's a spirit.

Moen lowered his gun and let the other man walk quickly toward him.

This unexpected turn of events caused the other party a moment of unease, but having come this far, there was naturally no possibility of backing down.

So the old duke reached out his hand directly towards Moen's chest:

"Trajan, remember this name, I am Constellation Westeros!"

As he uttered the last word, his hand also grabbed directly into Moen's chest.

A moment later, a piercing scream echoed through the sky. If this place hadn't already been stripped of reality, countless residents in the surrounding area would probably have been awakened.

"Ah—! Ah—! Ah—! My hand, my hand!"

The scream came not from Moen, but from the old duke who had just been smug, because his hand melted away from his wrist.

While the old duke was clutching his severed hand and groaning in pain, Moen took off his trench coat and draped it over the old duke.

This made the old duke's screams even louder.

He desperately wanted to throw away the strange trench coat, but the more he touched it, the more injured he became.

He could only keep crawling downwards.

In the end, he was so weighed down by the light trench coat that he couldn't get up.

In his immense torment, he finally shouted at Moen: