Huh? Are they all real?...

But since Porter has no background or experience, he can only be a silver owl for the time being.

But it's okay, if Porter rises too fast, it's actually not a good thing for him.

After all, the higher Porter's level, the more attention he will receive.

I finally found this little brother, so I can't stop using him just because of this reason.

As for whether it's a pity that this credit was given to Porter.

Don't be ridiculous, Moen doesn't need any of that.

In this country, and even in this world, Moen is the one who needs no credit whatsoever.

Because no matter how high people like Potter climb, there will always be someone stepping on their heads, but there really is no one above Moen's head anymore!

Of course, Moen didn't dare to actually show his face.

After all, I was really inhuman back then.

Porter on the other side was completely stunned.

Summoning demons? Abyss cultists? The city of Suras?

Moen's casual remark made Potter wonder if there was something wrong with his brain and that he had misheard something.

Otherwise, why would they have so easily revealed such a big thing?

"M-M-Sir? You...you didn't say anything wrong, did you?"

Moen looked at Potter strangely and said:

"Why do you ask that? Do you think I shouldn't keep my promise to you?"

"No, no, absolutely not, sir. It's just that I'm so surprised. This is such a big matter; it's not something I should be telling you!"

For such an important matter, shouldn't you just issue an order instructing us to set off immediately?

How did it become that I was the one who reported it?

"Now that I've told you, based on my understanding of the Abyss Cult, they definitely plan to begin their ritual at 6:06:06 PM."

"It's exactly 10:20 AM now. That should be enough time for you to get this done, right?"

The first demon to appear in the world, Finn, was summoned at exactly 6:06:06 PM.

Since then, the number 666 has taken on a special meaning for the Abyss Cult and demons.

They also try to schedule their demon summoning times around this point.

Only he and Porter know this now.

They definitely won't start early.

There is still plenty of time.

Of course, Mo En did not mention the part about the Lu family and even the entire Seventh Prince possibly being involved in this matter.

This is not something Porter should know.

Potter, protected by the Empire, could be a thorn in the side of the Abyss Cultists, but he absolutely could not be a thorn in the side of Seven.

Moen, who frequently betrays his own people, knows all too well how easy it is to stab someone in the back.

However, judging from the fact that the Lu family dared to contact the Abyss Cult and have accomplished everything they have now, the speed at which the Seventh Duke's forces have recovered is somewhat beyond Moen's expectations.

'The number of times they raided their homes back then was too few. They actually managed to recover!'

Moen originally intended to keep Seven as a mascot, after all, the claim that he was a pillar of the empire was not unfounded.

If we were to leave Westeros out of the Seven Kingdoms, that would be about right.

After estimating the time, Porter immediately said:

"Sir, rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter well! But, sir, are you really sure?"

"Ah, I didn't mean to doubt you. I, I, it's just that this matter is of utmost importance, sir!"

Looking at Potter, Moen knew that he wasn't really worried about making a mistake; he was just too trusting and didn't dare to take the risk of something going wrong.

In response, Moen stepped forward with a light laugh and said:

"Of course I'm sure. And if you want to become a golden eagle, you really need to change your timid nature."

Potter, whose thoughts had been seen through, looked embarrassed. Moen patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Here's what you'll say, remember this."

"Mortals will die, and mortals must serve." (Ancient Elven language)

"Sir, what does this mean?"

Potter couldn't understand the ancient Elvish language, but it was the language of the dominant race of the gods.

The ancient Elvish language does indeed contain strange power.

"This is a spell that can protect your soul and life. If you feel afraid, recite it."

Porter's eyes lit up immediately.

"My lord, I understand. Rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter well!"

"What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Potter chuckled dryly, looked around to make sure no one was watching them, and then said somewhat sheepishly:

"I plan to make a fake document and send it up, sir."

To fabricate false evidence?

Is that how you got your yellow-headed eagle?

Seeing the strange look in Moen's eyes, Potter quickly waved his hand and said:

"My lord, please rest assured, I have never done this before. It's just that this time it was an emergency and I had to act expediently."

"Sir, there really is no other way to get this attention faster!"

Considering the other party's integrity, it's indeed unlikely that he would do something as risky as forging documents.

Potter's eyes lit up as he asked:

"Sir, do you have any good evidence that I can submit?"

"Ah, sir, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just afraid that if something goes wrong, the situation will really get out of control."

Porter had very little confidence in his own abilities.

Moen was also a little afraid of something unexpected happening. After all, while Yellow Eagle had room for maneuver, it wasn't a foolproof plan.

So Moen thought for a moment and took out a pen and a notebook from his pocket.

After tearing off a page, I wrote a sentence on it.

Fold it neatly and hand it to Potter, instructing him:

“If you find that something has gone wrong, you must make a big deal out of it and show this note to the highest authority you can find.”

"Remember, this method should only be used when there is truly no way to salvage the situation!"

Moen has few people he can trust in the capital, but there are quite a few who recognize Lord Westeros's handwriting.

Or rather, any noble who survived from that time would definitely recognize them.

For a long time, the nobles would check every day to see if they were on the execution list that Lord Westeros had personally drafted that day.

"Yes, my lord."

With the insurance in hand, Porter felt much more at ease.

However, what Porter never expected was...

After the adult handed over this folded piece of paper...

He reached out his hand towards himself again, saying:

Do you have any money on you? I need some.

Feeling uneasy, Moen decided to go to Surras himself and asked Potter for some money to take a zeppelin ride.

"what?"

For the first time, Porter felt that there might really be something wrong with his brain.

A big shot standing on the clouds of an empire asks a little yellow-headed eagle like himself for money?

People would laugh their heads off if they said that out loud.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Do I look like someone who would carry money?"

Porter found it perfectly reasonable. Yes, how could someone of this caliber possibly carry money on them!

After Moen took all the gold coins off his body.

Potter still felt that something was wrong.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

Such a big shot certainly doesn't have any money on him, so why would he ask me for money?

What's wrong? This is so strange!

Chapter 14 Merits

Mr. Potter Harry, who was about to be promoted from Yellow-headed Hawk to Silver Owl, was filled with doubts as he prepared that false testimony that was both true and false.

Having received a small sum of money from Potter, Moen was about to set off immediately for Surras.

The city has convenient and accessible intercity rail lines.

In Baratheon, aside from special orders, the only options for fast travel are carriages and airships.

To be honest, the world here always gives Moen a contradictory feeling of being both advanced and backward.

It can only be said that extraordinary power has brought too many deformities to the development of this world.

Moen didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Anyway, it's strange in many ways.

Following the location in his memory, Moen went to the central ticket hall.

When buying tickets, Moen noticed that there were many sound-tracking hunters around, and that buying tickets required showing identification and going through an extremely cumbersome check.

These things existed before, but they weren't this strict because they took up too much time.

It seems that the cultists' plan has been successfully implemented.

Although the capital city has not made a direct statement yet, we can get a general idea from this.

This made Moen feel a little anxious.

There is theoretically enough time, but we must not let that make us complacent.

One wrong move and the millions of people in the city of Surras could be in danger.

When playing games, Moen would always be careful to avoid this kind of thing happening, let alone now that the game was no longer just a game.

If Moen has the ability to do it, then he will do it.

Conversely, no matter how regrettable, Moen will stop.

Moen, of course, didn't have legal documents, nor was he prepared anything at the hideout. However, Moen had prepared something more suitable at the hideout.

Just like the People's Federation has a special channel to take care of meritorious people such as firefighters.

Baratheon also has it.

Previously, Baratheon's special access was only for nobles, though this was essentially just for show for nobles who owned private carriages or even airships.

But if you don't give the nobleman face, he might take your life.

The special passageway in Baratheon for the meritorious was added by Morne.

In Baratheon, only he had the qualifications and power at that time.

After all, nobles wouldn't like others to be as special as them. Even the emperor would have to think twice before someone without real power rashly pushes this forward.