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

Looking at the young man in the windbreaker in front of me.

The old duke subconsciously glanced around, and only after he found out that it was really him did he become certain that the other party was talking about him.

This was the first time he was discovered so directly.

Even though all the demigods of the Southern Territory had gathered together before, he was able to come and go freely in the banquet hall.

I guess even Prince Adela didn't notice his existence.

But this young man actually saw himself directly?
And, what does he mean?
At this point, the old duke had not yet realized that the young man in front of him was Trajan.

Because the two are so different.

He just felt like he had met a strange guy.

Asked carefully and cautiously:

"Young man, can you see me?"

Moon spread his hands and said strangely:

"What else? And weren't you the one calling me out?"

After hearing these words, the old duke slowly widened his eyes.

Really Trajan?!
No, if it was Trajan, why didn’t he recognize me?
Thinking of this, the old duke felt relieved again. It seemed to be a coincidence.

But who happened to discover me and who also happened to be called Trajan???
With a little uneasiness, the old duke pointed at himself in disbelief and said:

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

Do you know who I am?

How to answer this question? Mo En actually felt that he looked a little familiar.

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

And the other party knew so accurately that I was nearby.

But looking at it now, this guy's reaction doesn't seem right?
After thinking for a long time, Moon told the truth:
"I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are."

The old duke laughed angrily. It’s okay that the little girl didn’t know who I was, but you said you were Trajan and you don’t even know it?
Although I am not Trajan's direct ancestor, I shouldn't be so shameless, right?
As a traditional aristocrat, the young girl who had just returned to her family didn't know that although it was shocking, it was not too outrageous.

It's even reasonable.

But it would be a joke if a Southern Territory Lord who had ruled the Southern Territory for many years didn't know what he looked like!
After all, his portrait can always be hung in his study and other places in the castle!
"This is really funny. I'll give you one last chance. Tell me you are not Trajan, and then tell me why you can see me. Otherwise, you will never see the sun tomorrow."

Moen shook his head and said:

"I am indeed Trajan. As for why I can see you, just assume that my psychic vision is high enough."

After thinking for a moment, Moon turned the ring slightly.

As the ring continued to turn, the old duke's expression changed subtly.

From being calm and composed to seeing a ghost.

"you you you!"

After saying three words in a row, the old duke still couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Meanwhile, Moen, who was sitting opposite him, said calmly:
"As you can see, I am Trajan Westeros, so who are you?"

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

In fact, this is very normal. After all, there are researchers who can discover any details, but there are also those who cannot see the evidence at all even if it is right in front of them.

Although Moon knew everything, he only knew that he was going to start a massacre for the Tu Tu Party.

But Moon had never really paid close attention to a portrait that was completely a background.

The old duke opposite him suppressed his anger and said with his eyes twitching:
"I am Contus Westeros. Although I don't think I have any great achievements that will be remembered by everyone, it is a bit too much that even you don't know me, isn't it? Trajan Westeros!"

The last old Duke of Westeros bit hard.

And Moon was also a little embarrassed.

Because of the name Contas, he still only had a vague impression of it.

There is no way. In Moon's cognition, the first Duke of Westeros has always been just known as the first Grand Duke.

As for the name and appearance, he didn't pay attention to them.

At most, you'll see it occasionally, but it's not enough for a player who's busy with strategy to pay attention.

Because it's just a random background.

"I'm sorry, sir, could you please be more clear?"

"Are you a distant relative of the Westeros family? However, I really don't have any impression."

Hearing this, Kantas was so angry that his nose was crooked.

You don't know me, and you don't even know my name. How dare you say you're from the Westeros family?!

Wait, he must be here because that girl told him about me.

Why would he say this?!

After a moment, the old duke's face changed drastically.

He was planning to let me die as an unknown stray dog!

"Okay, Trajan, I guess I have to teach you a lesson!"

No matter whether he really doesn't know or is pretending not to know.

Now the plans have to change.

His original plan was to hide behind the scenes and wait to follow whoever wins in the end.

And now, this person must die!
The old duke's entire figure began to become very illusory, and the surrounding scenery also changed.

They faded quickly, as if something had stripped them of their color.

Seeing this, Moon pulled out his revolver but did not aim it at the old duke. "Sir, I think we can have a good talk. I really don't remember who you are, but there's no need to make such a big move, right?"

The old duke raised his lips. Relying on the power of the emperor, he had completely separated this place from the real world. All of a sudden, the demigods he brought with him would be absolutely helpless in a short period of time.

As for the last Trajan, the old duke believed that he must have some cards in his hand, but these cards were destined to be useless.

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

Many people knew that Trajan's extraordinary characteristics were used by the Queen to make him into a sound-hunting soldier, and they were no exception.

In that case, would it be best if I took him hostage?

No, it still didn't work. He wasn't sure that the demigod he brought with him couldn't solve all this.

I have to kill him directly, and then take his soulless body and escape!
Because of a small and helpless accident.

Contessa Westeros made a decision he was destined to regret for the rest of his life.

"Die, Trajan!"

Watching the other party transform into an illusory spirit and walk towards him quickly.

Knowing that there was no way to negotiate, Moon simply raised his gun and shot.

But after firing a few shots, Moon stopped.

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

"Evil spirit?"

The old duke said with his mouth almost split open with laughter:

"You're right, Trajan! Unexpected, right? Surprising, right!"

Evil spirits are a kind of strange existence that cannot be dealt with by most methods.

Difficult and extremely rare.

It only occurs in very special circumstances.

And those who are killed by them will only die in spirit, their bodies will still be alive.

So in many cases, no one knows that the person has died at the hands of evil spirits.

But this one here is not quite the same as the evil spirit in my memory.

It's more special and weird.

After all, the evil spirit in Moon's memory does not have the ability to separate from reality.

At the same time, evil spirits cannot stay away from the place where they died. And in Khazad-dûm, he has never heard of anyone from the House of Westeros dying there.

So, this is obviously too out of the ordinary.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a spirit.

Moon put down his gun and let the other party walk towards him quickly.

This sudden change made the other party feel uneasy for a moment, but since it had come to this point, there was naturally no possibility of retreating.

So the old duke stretched out his hand directly towards Moon's heart:
"Trajan, remember this name, I am Contas Westeros!"

As he spoke the last character, his hand directly grabbed Moon's chest.

A moment later, a life-long piercing scream resounded through the sky. If this place had not been separated from reality long ago, countless residents around would have been awakened.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! My hand, my hand!"

The one who screamed was not Moon, but the old duke who had just been so proud of himself, because his hand melted away from the wrist.

While the old duke was wailing while covering his severed hand, Moon took off his windbreaker and covered the old duke with it.

This time the old duke's screams became even louder.

He really wanted to throw this strange windbreaker away, but the more he touched it, the more hurt he became.

He could only keep crawling down.

In the end, the whole person was weighed down by a light windbreaker and couldn't get up.

In great torment, he finally shouted to Morn:

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

The original holy book written by the saint himself with holy water.

Expecting this thing to kill people would be a complete joke.

This can't even kill an ant.

But if this thing is used to deal with evil spirits, which are spirits that blaspheme the correct death.

That's simply a magical tool!

Moon didn't expect that the back hand he had sewn into his clothes would be used in this way.

But it works.

But who exactly is this evil spirit?
With this doubt, Moon walked to his side and lifted his windbreaker slightly to give him a chance to breathe.

"Tell me, who are you?"

After hearing these words, the old duke looked at Moon with hatred on his face, but when he saw the deep confusion in the other's eyes.

He slowly developed an expression of seeing a ghost:
"Although you are not my direct descendant, you are clearly the master of the South Territory and the current head of Westeros. Why don't you know that I am the first Grand Duke of this family?"

Hearing this, Moon finally remembered everything about this name and this appearance.

Then Moon asked in confusion:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Hearing this, the old duke almost died of anger.

(End of this chapter)