Huh? Are they all real?

Looking at him so confidently, Moen was a little at a loss for words.

"Ah, is that so?"

"Yes, I'm sure, after all, Mother hasn't seen Him again, right? After all, our world has been running perfectly, right?"

"If Mother really loves Him so much, how can it be so stable?"

He is Mother's favorite child, but not so much.

This is one point he is extremely sure of, because they succeeded!

Not only did they succeed, but nothing happened even after the success!

What does this mean? It means that He is no longer the favorite person who would make Mother rush over in fear and get furious even if her fingertips were pricked a little bit!

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

He could only say after a long silence and at a loss:

"Ah, is that so?"

"Yes, that's it! He is the same as us! At most, he is better than us! Because Mother is like that!"

This is the happiest thing in his life.

Although he has always been afraid of the brother who is far more powerful than him, he has been happy about this until now.

Or that's how all of them were.

Except for Fingolfin, who he still couldn't understand.

He was the initiator, the first person to openly say something they almost didn't even dare to think about.

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

But there is no doubt that if he didn't speak, they wouldn't start so quickly.

But the result was that he initiated it, he participated, he gave the last and most critical blow, but in the end he was the first to disappear.

Thinking of Fingolfin, he felt a subtle loneliness again.

Because although Fingolfin was the last eldest son, he held the last holy object specially made for him by his mother - the Holy Sword of the Star forged with the dead sun.

And he and most of his brothers had nothing.

Except for a few mottos that determined their fate and future.

Although Morn opposite him had no evidence, Morn just felt that he should be thinking about Fingolfin now.

That is, the archive of him as the last son.

There is no reason, it's just the intuition of being the eldest son!

This made Moon even more nervous.

Because while Moon wanted to laugh, he couldn't help but reflect on whether he had teased them too much.

But Moon really didn't expect that they all agreed after he just shouted.

Originally, Moon thought that it was just a preliminary test, and he needed to make long-term plans of thousands or even tens of thousands of years to really get everyone to join his grand opera.

Result

Moen shook his head and asked:

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I will prepare to strip off everything I have. This will require a lot of things, but there is nothing here, so I need your help, Trajan."

His eyes fell on Moon:

"Although Baratheon is a new dynasty, I think you can still easily gather what I need."

"In return, I will leave you everything except uniqueness, which is a complete divine path that goes straight to Sequence One. In the end, if everything goes well, uniqueness should also be given to you."

"Of course, I am not sure that I can really give you the final uniqueness. After all, I can't know the final outcome. So in return, before I go to the starry ocean again."

"Trajan, I will be your ally. I can make any prophecy you want and provide all the help I can here."

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

"Compared to your efforts, I seem to have gained too much. Is this really appropriate?"

"Humph, it's just that you think you have gained a lot."

Moen reminded:

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

In response, he sneered at Moon:

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

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

Moen still wanted to try harder. Although they were destined to be enemies, Moon felt a little sorry for pitting him like this.

He shook his head and said:

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

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

Wow, but you will definitely regret it!

I hope you won't feel that you are still inferior to the clown.

Seeing that he was still so confident after saying this.

Then Moon could only agree.

"Okay, before you go to the starry sky or tear up the covenant, I will be active as your staunch ally!"

Moen looked at him and raised his hand and said very seriously:

"Swear in the name of Ansha and Ai'er!"

Although they are enemies, Moon will still complete everything in the covenant seriously.

After completion, that's another story.

But what surprised Moon was that he didn't swear on the original object:

"I swear in the name of my brother!"

The unexpected object made Moon couldn't help but say:

"I thought you hated Him."

He put down his hand and said:

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

After hearing this, Moon wanted to try again to stop him from taking advantage of him.

But looking at his face that had already given the answer, Moon finally gave up the idea.

He said instead:

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

He sat back on his throne, leaned on the lonely throne and smiled:

"Of course, Trajan. This is part of the covenant. Tell me, what do you want to know?"

But at this point, Moon suddenly found that he didn't know what to ask.

It's not that there are no questions he wants to ask, but there are not only too many questions he wants to ask, but every question seems to be a question that may cause a prophet's sequence zero to die directly.

I can't imagine that one day I will rack my brains to protect you.

My brother.

Seeing that Moon had not spoken, he leaned on the throne and asked:

"What's wrong, Trajan?"

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

This made him laugh:

"Oh my God, Trajan, I'm the eldest son, the eldest son who got everything back. You don't think I'm the kind of loser who will fall completely after asking a question, do you?"

In fact, I'm really afraid of this.

"Okay, ask quickly."

Seeing that he was eager to try to die.

Moen could only ask tentatively in consideration:

"I want to know the future of Ai'er."