Huh? Are they all real?.

"I surrender, I surrender! Take it away, take it away!"

The original holy texts written by saints themselves with holy water.

Expecting this thing to kill people is a complete joke.

It can't even kill an ant.

But if you use this thing to deal with evil spirits, which are spirits that have desecrated a proper death.

That's simply a miracle!

Moen never imagined that the trick he had sewn into his clothes would be used in this way now.

As long as it works, that's fine.

But who exactly is this evil spirit?

With this question in mind, Moen walked to his side and slightly lifted his trench coat to give the other a moment to catch his breath.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the old duke initially glared at Moen with hatred, but when he saw the deep incomprehension in the other's eyes...

He gradually developed an expression as if he had seen a ghost:

“Although you are not my direct descendant, you are clearly the master of the South, the current head of the Westeros family. Why don’t you know that I am the first Grand Duke of this family?”

Upon hearing this, Moen finally remembered everything about the name and appearance.

Then Moen asked, even more puzzled:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Upon hearing this, the old duke nearly died of anger.

Chapter 131 In the Name of the Lionheart (3k)

He roared directly at Morn:

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

The Duke had expected Moen to show some shame, but instead, the other man suddenly spoke with a serious expression:

"Even so, you directly intend to kill me, and let me guess what you, or rather you, did, and thus became afraid of me."

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

"So, tell me, what are you, or rather, what are you all doing?"

The Duke's expression tightened for a moment, but then relaxed.

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

"Otherwise, I guarantee you'll regret it."

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

"Although you are very special, you are still an evil spirit. The special thing about you that is completely different from normal evil spirits must be that you have borrowed the power of some kind of top-level sealing artifact, right?"

"Then, the creation of evil spirits requires immense resentment and a restless burial. You are clearly a founding duke enjoying your old age."

"But you became an evil spirit. I guess this has something to do with the First Emperor?"

"If we broaden our thinking a bit further, back then, Seventh Master was truly one of the same kind, so all eight of you are still alive, right?"

The more he spoke, the greater the shock became in the old duke's heart.

Was it something he had just guessed?

No, he guessed it based on my guess!

Immediately, the Duke realized the key point: every word the other party said was a trick he had used to get the conclusions he had drawn, just as he had tricked Aier.

In the midst of immense shock, it is difficult for a person to conceal their gaze and thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the same methods he used on others were immediately used on himself.

"You're very smart, but I assure you you can't possibly know any more detailed information; that's something only I know."

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

Moen shook his head and said:

"You intend to kill me, and you must have become an evil spirit through transference, right? I don't think someone like you would have had such tricky conditions back then."

"So you've made one or even a group of innocent, pitiful people sacrifices for your horrific ritual?"

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

The Duke found it somewhat amusing; it was rather foolish for someone of their rank to say such a thing.

"I understand, and of course I will care."

The old duke stared blankly at Moen, whose face remained completely calm.

Is this guy serious?

Are you kidding me?

“You are a nobleman.”

"Before that, I was a human being."

"No wonder you massacred nobles; you're truly an anomaly."

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

Moen remained calm in the face of the Duke's words.

In other matters, such as the issue of a certain goddess, Moen would definitely feel extremely guilty, but in these matters, Moen would always have a clear conscience.

Becoming a hero, and then dying a hero, what Moen didn't know whether to be grateful or guilty about was that he really only let down the heroines he chose.

After a moment of stunned silence, the Duke burst into laughter.

"That's fine too. Since you're not going to let me go, I'll just wait to die. Anyway, you're going to die eventually, and your death will be far more gruesome than mine!"

But seeing that Moen could easily put down his trench coat, he still softened his tone and said:

"So, let's negotiate!"

“I cannot let you go, but I can give you the right death so that you may go to the Promised Land.”

"You are an evil spirit. You... ah, don't you know what happens when an evil spirit dies?"

Seeing the old duke gradually becoming panicked, Moen suddenly laughed.

"What will happen?"

"You're really bold. I thought you had come to your senses, but it turns out you didn't know anything at all."

"Alright, you're a big shot, you should know that proper death is one of the bottom lines that the original world left behind, right?"

"And what do you think will happen to those who have turned their backs on the original state when evil spirits desecrate the proper death?"

The Duke was truly terrified. He had thought about the problem, but he hadn't imagined he would actually 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 principles. But I also won't tell you, because we are enemies, and you surely know that the unknown is the most terrifying thing."

"So, shall we take a gamble? To blaspheme the primordial Lord Constus?"

The Duke fell into a deep silence.

After a long while, he asked with a wry smile:

"Can you really bring evil spirits to a proper death so they can go to the promised land promised in the beginning?"

"Of course, with..."

Moen glanced at the sky. Although it wasn't a double-moon day, it was still evening.

So he quickly changed the name of the goddess:

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

Seeing that the other party swore an oath in the name of the goddess and the deceased king, the old duke was immediately relieved.

"I swear by the names of both the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart King that I will tell you the truth."

"Then the deal is done, Lord Constance."

"The deal is done, Lord Trajan."

Why did you come here?

Moen asked the first question.

The old duke lay directly on the ground and said:

"Let's see if we can get to the Southern Territory and further confirm that you are really dead."

"You've seen her?"

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

At this point, the old duke was quite desperate.

It's been hanging in the father and daughter's study for so many years, how come no one has ever remembered that there's one of his?

Am I really that much of a failure?

It shouldn’t be!

"How is she?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's great."

Moen was relieved. He then asked:

What are you plotting?

"Ascension to godhood".

"Ascension to godhood?!"

“Yes, to become a god, Baratheon Doyle wants to become a god.”

At this point, the old duke asked with an expectation he himself couldn't quite describe:

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

Moen said strangely:

“Of course I know, the first king of Baratheon.”

Baratheon Doyle was the name of the first emperor of the Baratheon Empire. The reason he was called Baratheon, rather than having the surname Baratheon, was because of the tradition of this world.

Having made such contributions, he is fully entitled to have his name used as the family surname to be passed down.

For a monarch, this is an extremely high honor.

Because in this respect, the requirements for a monarch are completely different from those for an ordinary person.

"So you know about the First Emperor, an outsider, but you don't know about me, the First Head of the Family?!"

Moen then said:

"I rarely pay attention to unimportant things."

The old duke suddenly thought he might as well just die.

But in order to die correctly and avoid the unknown punishment for blaspheming the original.

He still said:

"In short, we obeyed the Emperor's request back then, and when our lifespans were about to end, we chose to become evil spirits to continue following the Emperor."

"To fulfill the Great Emperor's ambition of ascending to godhood."

Moen asked curiously:

"Balathon the Great's path is the path of glory, but the condition for becoming a god through glory is that three angels of glory each establish a powerful empire and then fight against each other, with the final victor becoming a god."