Huh? Are they all real?.

"Given his circumstances back then, it's not surprising that he found the unique path to glory. However, there has never been a situation in history where three angels of glory each led a powerful empire."

"There has never even been a time when three Glory Angels lived in the same era."

"The most recent one was..."

Thinking of this, Moen asked in a questioning tone:

"The Lewman Empire? The first Lewman was also an angel of the Path of Glory. He once fought against Baratheon and died for it. This also created a grudge between the two empires that continues to this day."

"Is that your masterpiece?"

"That's right, the Emperor personally guided and nurtured the First Emperor Lloyd. The Emperor's idea was to keep it hidden in the shadows, so that no one would discover the problem."

"In this way, he can minimize the difficulty and even induce Lloydman to join forces with Baratheon and another empire to start a war. After all, he has a lot of room to maneuver while hiding in the shadows."

"But before the Emperor could choose a final candidate, Emperor Lloydman discovered the problem and launched the first attack."

"They caught us completely off guard. Although we won in the end, it was a very narrow victory."

Recalling those days, the old duke couldn't help but sigh:

"Even if he was a pawn cultivated by the Emperor, he was still a qualified monarch, with decisiveness and ability that were in no way inferior to the Emperor."

"It was also because of him that the Emperor abandoned this path and instead lay low until now. To be honest, we all initially thought that you wanted to follow in his footsteps."

"But what are you really thinking?"

The old duke looked at Moen strangely; he truly couldn't fathom the man's thoughts.

Moen didn't answer that question; Moen simply asked:

"Even today, there is only one Glory Angel, the Queen. Not to mention that this is still your empire, the most crucial question is, where is the other one?"

The old duke shook his head and said:

“I don’t know, but the Emperor did say that this is the time we’ve been waiting for.”

“We believe him.”

You swear in your own name, so of course you can disregard the oath, but the other party cannot.

So, he really didn't know?

After a brief hesitation, Moen asked:

"Is he trying to play a word game, preparing his own Baratheon Empire, but also preparing three monarchs from different eras for it?"

"Him, the Empress, and another of his descendants?"

The old duke said seriously:

“I’ve thought about whether that’s the case, but we’ve been with him the whole time, and we haven’t noticed his existence at all.”

Moen raised an eyebrow and asked:

Do you think the last person will be his descendant?

The old duke resolutely said:

"will not."

Moen frowned deeply.

Chapter 132 I am not just Trajan

The two sides fell into silence.

After a long while, the Duke finally asked:

"Any other questions? If not, let's finish this quickly. I really don't want to waste any more time."

He was destined to die, and waiting to die was undoubtedly the most agonizing thing.

Moen, snapping out of his reverie, countered with a question:

"Is there anything else you need to say?"

This question surprised even the Duke.

He looked at Moen incredulously and said:

"What a strange fellow. You should know we're enemies, why are you asking me this?"

“You swore an oath to God and the King, and I believe that a dying man’s words are good.”

Upon hearing this, the old duke's expression grew even stranger.

“You are indeed very different from us. If the facts weren’t right in front of me, I would never believe that you are of noble birth.”

But after saying that, the Duke did indeed recall it carefully.

Moen didn't disturb him, but just waited quietly.

After a long while, the old duke said to Moen:

"To be honest, I can't think of anything worth mentioning. If I had to say something, there's only one thing: before I came here."

"The Emperor said this to me."

"what?"

"I await your good news, my reliable old friend and my venerable old adversary!"

At this point, the old duke asked with a puzzled expression:

"Looking back now, it seems he knew I was going to die, so his expression and his words were as if he were saying goodbye to me."

"Also, although we were indeed rivals for a period of time before swearing allegiance, I always felt that he shouldn't, well, I should say he wouldn't call me an old rival."

"you sure?"

The old duke shook his head and said:

"I'm not sure, and it's even possible that all of this is just my paranoid intuition, since it makes sense in theory."

"But if you ask me if there's anything else I want to say, then this is indeed the only thing I feel I should say to you right now."

"anything else?"

"Nothing."

Moen nodded and said:

"That's no problem."

Moen's swift and decisive end left the old duke somewhat bewildered.

"That's it? Aren't you going to ask any more questions? Like, the Emperor's arrangements in the capital or something?"

Perhaps because he was really about to die, the Duke, as a traditional nobleman, still hoped that his family would have the last laugh.

However, out of stubbornness about his dignity and face, he was unwilling to speak up.

Thinking that the other party would definitely ask more questions, Moen simply didn't ask.

Even Moen's response left him stunned:

"He couldn't possibly be unaware that you're in trouble, so he'll definitely change his plans. Aside from the general questions he just asked, the more you say about other things, the more advantageous it will be for him."

The old duke, still stunned, glanced at Moen before chuckling to himself:

“You’re right. The Emperor will know once I die. With his abilities, the more I say, the more likely I am to be used by him.”

"However, there is one thing I think I can tell you, and that is the sealed artifact held by the Great Emperor."

“Seal item 0-11, no need, I know the details of this thing very well.”

This answer left the Duke stunned once again:

"Weren't you just wondering about my abilities?"

"That's because I didn't know who you were or who was behind you. Once I found out that you were Emperor Doyle, who was preparing to become a god, I naturally knew all of that. After all, in this world, not only are there many similar things, but there are also many similar abilities."

"We can't get the answer by elimination until you tell us."

The old duke opened his mouth in despair.

After a moment, he said, seemingly in an attempt to save face:

"And another thing you probably don't know is that it's the Great Emperor and..."

"They have joined forces with Prince Adela and the dynasty behind him."

The old duke's lips began to twitch.

Then he completely slumped down.

“You are indeed not my descendant. None of my sons could have produced such a clever offspring as you.”

His bloodline had long since died out, and the Westeros who succeeded him in the South were almost identical only in their surnames.

"Good, fools should end their lives sooner rather than later, so as not to pollute future generations."

"Alright, let's end this here. Send me away from this pathetic world."

After a few words from Moen, the Duke gave up the struggle.

Moen nodded and said:

"It will hurt a lot."

How painful is it?

"I just knew it would hurt a lot."

The Duke immediately gave a wry smile:

"That's right, a bad person like me deserves this. What do you think?"

"you are right."

The Duke's expression froze once again.

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

"Come on, I'm someone important!"

Moen shook his head and said:

"I'm just telling the truth."

The Duke was utterly exasperated with Moen; this guy had absolutely no regard for aristocratic manners.

He completely lost his aristocratic composure and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

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

Seeing that Moen was really about to begin, the old duke interrupted him with a hint of fear:

"Etc., etc!"

Since I've already lost face, I'm not afraid of losing even more.

"what happened?"

"Tell me, will the Westeros family win?"

The old duke looked at the duke with a mixture of fear and sincerity.

Moen also gave his own answer:

"The enemy is in the open while we are in the dark; the balance of power has shifted dramatically. We are certain to win."

What if the other party is not just the one you see?

The old duke asked this question with deep thought.

To this question, Moen simply smiled and said:

“I am not just Trajan Westeros.”

Upon hearing this answer, the old duke was taken aback at first, and then shook his head and laughed.

"Losing to you is indeed not unjust. Alright, let's get started."

Moen nodded and draped the trench coat over him, then got up, took out a match, and lit the coat.