Huh? Are they all real?.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

“We were all together back then, but now I’m the only one left. So I’m really afraid to see Him again. But I’m also willing to give up everything because I want to prove something.”

His words were filled with deep weariness and another quality that Moen couldn't quite describe.

"Prove what?"

Prophet simply smiled and offered no reply.

Seeing this, Moen could only change his mind and say:

“But Prophet, even if you give up everything, you are still the firstborn son, the supreme being who has witnessed the glory of creation. Such a person probably does not fit the description in the prophecy.”

To Moen's surprise, he actually said seriously:

"That's what I want."

Moen couldn't quite understand what his brother meant at first.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand."

“You don’t need to understand, Trajan, because it’s my own business. It’s my last question to my mother who has never looked at me properly.”

At this point, he even looked up at Moen and smiled:

“I am the least loved child by my mother, and I think I will never get any response from her in my life. But this time, I think she will give me an answer no matter what!”

Even back then, she probably wouldn't have given me a second glance.

Upon hearing this, Moen could only force a smile befitting his status:

"This seems to be a serious crime of desecrating the original source."

Moen hadn't expected him to respond; he only said it to fit Trajan's identity.

Surprisingly, the other party actually answered, and gave a very positive response.

"Yes, it is an initial serious crime that almost no one has ever committed. Looking at the past and the future, I doubt we can find a crime that is greater than this."

"I think that even my brother would not be able to get my mother's forgiveness in the face of such a serious crime."

He said this with absolute certainty.

Chapter 356 I am a prophet, not a clown.

Seeing his confidence, Moen was at a loss for words.

"Ah, is that so?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure. After all, Mother never saw Him again, did she? And after all, our world has been running perfectly all along, hasn't it?"

"If Mother truly loved Him that much, how could she be so calm?"

He was his mother's favorite child, but not that much.

This was something he was absolutely certain of, because they had succeeded!

Not only did it succeed, but nothing even happened afterward!

What does this mean? It means that He is no longer the beloved person who would cause his mother to rush over in terror and fly into a rage even if his fingertip was pricked by the slightest thing!

Moen, who had been standing in front of him, felt a little awkward for the first time.

After a long silence and bewilderment, he could only utter one sentence:

"Ah, is that so?"

"Yes, that's it! He's just like us! Maybe a little better than us! Because that's what mothers are like!"

This was the happiest thing in his life.

Although he has always been terrified of his much more powerful brother, he has also been happy about it to this day.

Or rather, all of them are like that.

Apart from Fen Guofen, which he still doesn't quite understand.

He was the initiator, the first person to openly say something they almost never dared to even think about.

Although they couldn't help but start planning and arranging after he spoke, they did so almost without hesitation.

But there's no doubt that if he hadn't spoken up, they wouldn't have started so quickly.

But the result was that he initiated it, he participated, he delivered the final and most crucial blow, but in the end he was the first to disappear.

Thinking of Fen Guofen, he felt a wave of imperceptible melancholy wash over him.

Although Fingolfin was the last and eldest son, he possessed the last sacred relic his mother had specially crafted for him—the Star Sword forged from the dead sun.

He and most of his brothers had nothing.

Aside from a few words of wisdom that sealed their fate and future

While Moen, sitting opposite him, had no evidence, he just felt that Moen was thinking of Fingolfin.

That is, the archive where he was the youngest son.

There was no particular reason; it was simply my intuition as the eldest son!

This made Moen increasingly unable to hold back.

While Moen wanted to laugh, he couldn't help but reflect on whether he had gone too far in teasing them back then.

However, Moen really didn't expect that they would all agree after he just shouted it out.

Moen had always thought that it was just a preliminary test, and that he would need to carry out a long-term plan, lasting for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, before he could truly bring everyone into his grand opera.

结果

Moen, shaking his head, asked:

So what are you planning to do now?

“I will prepare to strip myself of everything, which will require many things, but they are not available here, so I need your help, Trajan.”

His gaze fell on Moen:

"Although Baratheon is a newly established dynasty, I think you can easily assemble what I need."

"In return, I will leave you everything except my uniqueness, which is a complete divine path leading directly to Sequence One. Finally, if all goes well, I should also be able to give you my uniqueness."

"Of course, I can't be sure I can truly give you the final uniqueness, since I can't know the final outcome. So in return, before I set off for the vast ocean of stars once again..."

“Trajan, I will be your ally. I can make any prophecy you desire and provide all the help I can here.”

Hearing this, even though he was the undisputed beneficiary, Moen couldn't help but say:

"Compared to what you've given, it seems I've received too much. Is this really fair?"

"Hmph, it's just that you think you've gained a lot."

Moen reminded him:

"I'm afraid you'll regret it in the end."

He sneered at Moen in response:

"I am the eldest son of the prophet, the source of the prophet, and the prophet will never regret it, Trajan!"

"No, I think we need to think about many things more."

Moen wanted to try again. Although they were destined enemies, Moen felt a little bad about being tricked like this.

He shook his head and said:

"Trajan, don't lower my opinion of you."

"I told you, I will never regret it. I am a prophet, not a clown!"

Wow, but you'll definitely regret it!

I hope you won't feel like you're no match for the Joker when the time comes.

Even after all that, he remained so confident.

Moen had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, until you venture into the stars or break the alliance, I will remain your staunch ally!"

Moen looked at him, raised his hand, and said with utmost seriousness:

"I swear in the name of Ansa and El!"

Despite being enemies, Moen will still diligently fulfill all obligations stipulated in the alliance.

Once it's finished, that's another story.

But to Moen's surprise, he did not swear an oath to the Primal:

"I swear in my brother's name!"

The unexpected object of his attention made Moen unable to help but say:

"I thought you hated Him."

He lowered his hand and said:

"On the contrary, the only person I respect is Him, even compared to my mother."

Hearing this, Moen was tempted to try again and stop letting him take advantage of him.

But after seeing his face, which had already given an answer, Moen finally gave up on the idea.

Then he said:

"Then may I ask you to make a prophecy for me?"

He sat back on his throne, leaning against its lofty height, and laughed:

“Of course, Trajan. It’s part of the covenant. Tell me, what do you want to know?”

But at this point, Moen suddenly realized that he seemed to have a little trouble asking questions.

It's not that there aren't any questions I want to ask, but rather that there are far too many questions, and each one seems like it could instantly kill a prophet's Sequence Zero.

I can't imagine that one day I'll be racking my brains over how to protect you.

My brother.

Seeing that Moen remained silent, he leaned back on his throne and asked:

"What's wrong, Trajan?"

"I... I'm thinking about what to ask."

This made him laugh out loud:

"My God, Trajan, I am the eldest son, the eldest son who has taken everything back. You don't think I'm the kind of useless coward who would collapse completely after asking just one question, do you?"

In fact, I was really afraid that this would happen.

"Alright, hurry up and ask."

He seemed eager to court death.

Moen could only tentatively ask, after careful consideration:

"I want to know about Aier's future."

Chapter 357 Don't Trust the Sacred Tree!

"The future of Hermelin Westeros? Ha, what a good father, Trajan."

Perhaps it's because they're about to get the answer they want, or perhaps it's simply because after a long wait, they've finally found an audience whose background and experience are a good match.

In short, he seemed to be talking more.

Furthermore, the person's behavior no longer resembled that of the original troublemaker in Moen's memory.

Instead, he seemed like a gentle and wise man.

Do you want to know who your daughter will eventually marry? Or whether she will be able to stay by your side forever?