Huh? Are they all real?...

So, should we try the father's side?

But isn't the father the same?

After a brief hesitation, Prince Adela wrote two letters.

He gave one letter to his mother and one letter to his father.

-

The next morning arrived as promised.

The morning sun shines gently and cheerfully on every hardworking person.

The newly appointed Mr. Golden Eagle Potter walked out of the Oversight Council amidst the envious, jealous, and puzzled gazes of his colleagues.

They couldn't understand how this guy got up there.

Even more incomprehensible was how he managed to go through all that, not only becoming a Golden Eagle but also being promoted to Baron, albeit an honorary Baron whose title was not hereditary.

But that's still a title!

A legitimate title, according to custom, would grant his descendants the status of a nobleman and a small plot of land, thus officially placing them among the nobility.

For someone from a common background, this represents an unimaginable leap in social class.

However, no one knew what had happened.

Incredible.

As a golden eagle, it was a very weak one.

Porter felt he needed to work hard to save face and keep his job.

So he chose to go directly to the streets to patrol and be a diligent worker.

Of course, he specifically brought along two Silver Owls whom he considered to be very capable fighters.

They used to be his bosses.

Now they are following behind me.

This feeling made Potter straighten his chest.

But immediately, he thought of Moen again.

A moment later, the arrogance and smugness that had risen in Potter's heart vanished instantly.

Even such important figures can treat someone as insignificant as me with such equality.

I only climbed up a little bit by relying on the light of big shots, how can I fall into depravity?

No, no, we must guard against arrogance and impetuosity!

However, now that I'm a golden eagle, can I have a couple more bottles of good wine and a few more dishes of good snacks to go with it?

Potter Harry is not yet used to his new identity.

It was at this moment that a silver hawk behind him suddenly spoke:

"Lord Harry, it seems something has happened up ahead."

Potter looked ahead as suggested, and sure enough, it was true.

It was supposed to be the morning market, but strangely, it was surrounded by a large crowd.

"Go and see!"

Needless to say, hunters who could follow the sound immediately stepped forward and parted the crowd, led by the yellow-headed eagle.

The hunters inside, who were listening for the sound, quickly stood at attention and saluted when they saw a golden eagle arrive.

The crowd erupted in uproar; the golden eagle was a very important figure they rarely saw.

I never expected to see him today.

Potter's chest also alternated wildly between puffing up and puffing down.

Avoid arrogance and impetuosity; do not fall into depravity!

Porter kept repeating that sentence.

Then he discovered the source of the problem.

It was a statue, a very large and magnificent statue, clearly the work of a master.

The only problem is, this wasn't here before!

I updated a total of 13,000 words today, which is the most I've ever been so diligent on Qidian. And thank you again for your support and patience!

Chapter 140: Not Submission, But Fear (4k)

Looking at the huge statue in front of me.

Mr. Potter found it all utterly unbelievable.

Suspecting he had a memory problem, he asked his subordinate beside him:

Were there statues here before?

The subordinate immediately shook his head and said:

"No, Lord Harry, I've walked this road for many years, and I know there's no such thing here."

"Then where did it come from?!"

Porter was baffled. Just looking at this thing, he felt it weighed at least tens of tons. Who could have placed it so close to the Overwatch Council without anyone noticing?

"I don't know, Lord Harry."

"Where is the person who was on patrol here last night?"

"I've already asked, sir. All the teams have come up with no corresponding eyewitness reports throughout the night."

The Soundfinder, who was here first, answered Potter's question.

"So, around when did this thing appear?"

"Around 7:05 to 7:15 in the morning."

Potter said with increasing surprise:

"You mean someone created this statue from nothing in no more than ten minutes?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Report this immediately. This is clearly a matter for higher-ups to handle."

Mr. Potter instinctively uttered this sentence.

It goes without saying that this situation is clearly beyond his ability to handle.

But as soon as he said that, he noticed that everyone's expressions became subtle.

Mr. Potter said strangely:

"Did I say something wrong? No, I don't think so. Report it immediately."

Finally, one of the silver owls couldn't help but say:

"But, Lord Harry, you're right here!"

"Um?!"

Potter looked at Silver Owl strangely, then, his expression changed slightly as he looked down at his chest.

A pure gold badge gleamed on his trench coat.

But whether it was just his imagination or not, Mr. Potter felt that the golden eagle badge wasn't as shiny as it used to be.

A moment later, Mr. Potter looked up and cursed:

"Damn it!"

Potter Harry is not yet used to his new identity.

-

Deep within the palace, Queen Ansa was handing a stack of documents and reports to Moen.

"Teacher, I think they may have already started."

"How to say?"

"This morning, reports of buildings suddenly appearing out of nowhere were received throughout the capital."

"According to the detailed report from the Control Yuan, these buildings are basically in the architectural style of the founding period of the People's Republic of China."

What was the architectural style during the founding period of the People's Republic of China?

That must have started with Emperor Doyle.

That's just a statement.

"Is there anything else unusual?"

"No, teacher."

"That's strange. Doesn't this mean he's telling us he's going to make a move?"

Moen looked at the documents Ansa handed him with increasing curiosity.

Normally, shouldn't the other side rely on their hidden advantage to launch a surprise attack?

What does this announcement-like action mean?

Seeing that Moen was frowning, Ansa sat down behind him and gently pressed his shoulders.

"Teacher, do you have any thoughts?"

"The opponent's actions are so strange. I don't understand them."

Moen acknowledged that Emperor Doyle had a significant advantage in terms of overt power, not only because he possessed the Shadow City, which held countless secrets.

He also possesses the 0-11, a level zero sealed artifact that almost completely defeats Ansa.

But it wasn't a complete crushing defeat, because he definitely knew I was fighting him from the shadows.

So what gives him the right to be so arrogant?

Or is this some kind of necessary preliminary step?

A smokescreen to divert attention? A necessary step in some ancient ritual?

Moen knows a lot, so he has thought a lot.

His biggest concern was that this was a preliminary step in some kind of ritual.

Moreover, a strong sense of unease filled Moen's heart.

It seemed as if he had forgotten something very crucial.

What exactly is it? What is it?

"I have already ordered the city defense forces to strengthen their vigilance and begun to implement further military control over the city. I have also had those buildings sealed off by the Overwatch Council."

"But moreover, teacher, I'm sorry, I don't know where to start either."

Moen raised his hand to interrupt Ansa:

"Excuse me, Ansa, I need some quiet time right now."

Ansa immediately stopped what she was doing and obediently stood behind Moen.

He watched quietly as Moen pondered what was going on.

There must be something I've overlooked.

A very crucial point.

What is it?

what exactly is it?

Suddenly, Moen grasped that crucial thread of thought. He looked up and asked:

"Ansha, how many years has Emperor Doyle been alive?"