Huh? Are they all real?.

Finally, Hadley knelt before him almost reverently and bowed deeply, saying:

"Welcome home, Your Grace!"

Chapter 142 The Monster from Westeros Restores in Qazadoom (3k)

"Get up, my old friend."

“My lord, please allow me to kneel before you. You are the master who has finally returned home, while I am but a servant who has failed in his duty.”

Hadley, deeply ashamed, prostrated himself on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Moen immediately looked down at him and said:

"For twenty years, you have been dutifully performing your duties in the Southern Territory. What makes you say such a foolish thing?"

"But Master, we were not by your side in the final moments."

But you're right here with me now!

Before Hadley could continue, Moen interrupted him loudly.

This powerful statement completely shook Hadley's mind.

Yes, this is the lord he has always followed!

Moen has already helped Hadley up.

He patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Alright, come with me to see this place I haven't visited in twenty years."

Twenty years have passed.

Hadley felt a moment of disorientation.

And then Moen appeared.

The people in Qazadum slowly gathered around, filled with surprise and disbelief.

Moen is no longer Moen Cromwell; he is now Trajan Westeros.

This is a small application of Lord of the Rings.

It allows one to become the person they once were.

After hesitating for a moment before returning, Moen decided to go back to the Southern Reach in the form of Trajan.

Anyway, Tula is him, and Moen is him too.

But the South awaits Trajan!

Upon seeing the crowd gathering, the knights of the Southern Territory instinctively wanted to step forward to part the path and maintain order.

But Moen raised his hand to stop them:

"They just wanted to see me."

“But, Your Grace, you need to return to the fortress.”

Moen smiled and looked at the young knight, saying:

"Then there's no rush."

Looking at the astonished crowd, Moen took off his top hat so that people could see his face more clearly.

Then everyone in the crowd took off their hats in respect.

They then gathered around after paying their respects.

An elderly man closest to Moen, his eyes filled with longing, placed the hat against his chest and said:

"My lord, you've actually come back?"

“I’m back, sir.”

“Those despicable fellows have been spreading rumors about you, and we and the entire Southern Territory are furious about it, so, my lord.”

The old man called two men from behind him, one very young and the other nearing middle age:

"Sir, I'm old and can barely walk anymore, so please take my son and my grandson with you. They're young and strong; they'll definitely do something!"

Behind the old man, his son and grandson stood tall with their chests out.

As the old man said, they are still young and strong, and they will surely be able to do something for the Duke.

Following the old man's statement, another person immediately said:

"I still have a gun in my room, sir. I'll go back and get it right away!"

"Me too. I still have a suit of armor at home. It was left to me by my father, from your old guard!"

"Sir, I have neither armor nor a gun, but I grew up eating your food, so I still have this life!"

The crowd grew increasingly agitated.

Grand Prince Trajan treated them not as subjects, but as equals, with respect.

The Grand Duke distributed land to them, exempted them from agricultural taxes, established public hospitals, free schools for children, and much more.

Almost any lord who does this will have many people willing to risk their lives for him.

However, the Grand Duke did everything he could think of.

They gave them everything they could ever want.

Furthermore, the Grand Duke did not treat them as private property to be carefully protected; he respected them as equals to himself!

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

To be honest, even Moen was a little surprised by the excited crowd.

He knew that he should be well-liked in the Southern Territory because of what he had done, but he did not expect to be this well-liked.

This is simply like

Moen couldn't help but turn around and look at the iris flag fluttering on the city wall.

During the Napoleonic era, the iris was considered the national flower of the French monarchy.

Choosing irises as a flag was definitely the right decision.

After a knowing smile, Moen turned around and earnestly addressed the excited crowd:

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

The once chaotic crowd fell silent almost instantly in the face of Moen's relatively quiet voice.

“I am honored to receive such love from you, but I must also say that the South is not yet at the point where ordinary people need to step forward.”

As soon as Moen finished speaking, the crowd shouted again:

"We went forward voluntarily!"

Then someone suddenly shouted:

"You are the emperor!"

This one sentence immediately ignited the entire audience:

"You are the emperor! The true emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

The excited crowd immediately rushed forward and hoisted Moen onto their shoulders, lifting him high into the air.

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

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

The crowd immediately parted to make way amidst cheers.

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

In the end, he could only watch in astonishment as Moen, lifted high, was carried to the castle in a relay-like fashion through the crowd.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The knights of the South watched the incredible scene in awe, then asked Hadley what they should do.

After a brief hesitation, Hadley spoke:

"Send the message out immediately."

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

"Yes, my lord!"

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

But because things happened so suddenly and so intensely.

So the castle has never figured out what's happening outside.

They simply watched in astonishment as the crowds outside the city converged frantically in one direction.

Then came that one that resounded almost throughout Qazadoom:

"Long live the Emperor!"

"what happened?"

Claude instinctively drew his sword and shielded the equally bewildered Air.

All the knights and nobles shared the same bewilderment.

"Has no news arrived?"

"They just said the emperor has returned, long live the emperor."

"Didn't you send someone out to inquire?"

"They were sent out, but none of the people sent out have returned."

A bizarre answer, a bizarre event.

However, all the nobles and knights suddenly realized what was happening and looked towards the outside of the city.

At this moment, Moen was being carried out of the city by the crowd.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!! The Grand Duke, no, the Emperor, the Emperor has returned!"

"Open the doors! Open all the doors! The Emperor is back!!!"

Just like the people before them, after understanding what had happened, they found themselves in the same situation.

Almost instantly, only Al was still a little confused about the situation in the entire hall.

So what exactly happened?

Is it Moen who's back?

Such a big fuss?

"Miss, your father, the Grand Duke, no, His Majesty, His Majesty has returned! You must come down with us immediately!"

Surrounded by the nobles of the South, Aier was led to the castle gate in a daze.

Here, all five gates have been opened.

Countless soldiers, servants, knights, and nobles rushed out of the castle.

"The Emperor is back! Long live the Emperor!"

When the nobles finally managed to squeeze through the crowd and arrive.

Moen was also brought to the city by the people.

Seeing Claude and the others ahead, the people put Moen down on their own.

"We've arrived. Quickly put His Majesty down!"

Moen, who had hardly touched the ground since entering the city, finally experienced the comfort of having his feet firmly on the ground.