Huh? Are they all real?...

“This is a return to our ancestors. Our Duchy of Meereen is close to the Sacred Tree Forest and also close to the elves, even though the long-eared ones look down on us.”

"But there have always been exceptions in the long course of history; His Majesty the Great Eternal King also acknowledged and blessed those who intermarried with other races."

"In addition, their descendants will multiply and thrive, so there is still a certain number of people in Meereen who have elven blood."

"Then, some of their offspring will be born with clear signs of atavism."

"Although they only resemble each other in appearance. For example, they have long ears and stunning looks, but otherwise they are just ordinary people. No, they are not even as good as ordinary people, they are too weak."

"Even so, she is unbelievably valuable."

As the leader spoke, he pointed at the girl. Seeing that the leader was pointing at her, she instinctively curled up.

This caused even the leader who was pointing at her to lower his hand.

"We're not supposed to do this, so why are they making us come here to hand over the work? Good heavens."

After muttering a few words under his breath, he said apologetically to Moen:

"I'm sorry, this is my first time doing this too. We used to only be responsible for guarding transport airships."

"They did such a good job that they were assigned by their superiors to escort this precious cargo."

Upon hearing this, Moen couldn't help but say something to him:

“But she is a person, sir.”

The other person was silent for a moment, but he still said:

“I know, but the law doesn’t recognize it. Besides, her parents sold her; her biological parents gave up her rights as a human being. So, she can only be a commodity, a very precious commodity.”

"How could any parent be willing to sell their own child?"

Moen was somewhat incredulous.

The leader curled his lip and said:

“Because it’s really worth a lot of money, sir.”

"Moreover, there is no exam to become a parent, so even if you don't pass the exam, as long as you have a woman and a man and a few bottles of wine, you can become a parent."

The leader then pointed to the girl and said:

“We people here already have a very good income, but compared to her, we wouldn’t be worth as much as one of her fingers even if we worked our whole lives.”

"So, you understand."

They are almost identical to elves, except they lack the elves' longevity and power. Coupled with historical issues, they are not considered elves at all.

Therefore, the nobles were extremely eager for them.

Although it is just a substitute, it is just like the elf, and even better than the elf in some ways.

Because they are really safe. Buying and selling them won't cause elves to come knocking and wipe out your entire family, nor will you have to worry about them going berserk.

In addition, their scarcity has led to their prices rising higher and higher over the years.

Moen frowned more and more. The problem had been explained, but more problems had arisen as a result.

"You're talking about atavism, but why has nothing like this ever happened before?"

In Moen's memory, half-elves who remarry humans cannot have offspring who will still possess elven characteristics.

Even marriages between half-elves only produce human offspring.

Such a primal atavism was something Moen had never experienced before, at least not in his memory.

And Baratheon didn't have it either.

But the other party was even more surprised:

“Sir, I know that this situation does not exist outside, but in our Meereen and throughout the entire Osay Peninsula, this situation has been going on for three thousand years.”

"Don't you know?"

He knew this was a miracle unique to the Ossetian Peninsula, but how could there still be people who didn't know it after three thousand years?

Three thousand years?!

Moen was also very surprised.

If it happened three thousand years ago, then even if it only happened on the Osei Peninsula, why doesn't he know about it?

Could it be that the game deliberately filters out the information I can access?

The mysteries are mounting.

"There are indeed many things I don't know."

The leader didn't press the matter further, since they were just passersby.

Seeing that Moen had already understood the situation.

He then asked:

"So, could you please move aside?"

He had to rush back to deliver the goods.

Although the overland route they deliberately took was safe, it was too slow. If they were delayed any longer and missed the auction, not only would they lose their prize money, but they might also be fined or even fired.

Moen did not answer immediately; he simply looked at the caged bird.

It's unclear whether she realized something or it was just a coincidence.

At least in Moen's view, at that moment, her yearning eyes met Moen's gaze.

She is a person, a living, breathing person.

They were not slaves, nor were they goods.

Noticing something was wrong, the leader said directly:

"Sir, all of this is perfectly legal and reasonable, and being auctioned off as a valuable commodity is the best possible outcome for her."

Seeing that Moen was looking at him without answering, the leader felt inexplicably panicked, amidst the tense raising of his guns by his men behind him.

He said seriously:

"Sir, we are also very upset, but please don't make things difficult for us. We don't want to hurt anyone."

To everyone's surprise, the two sides did not start fighting.

Because Moen simply looked at him and said one sentence:

"Could you give me a ride?"

Everything was reasonable and legal; the girl couldn't have done anything wrong, but neither could they.

Therefore, Moen did not intend to make things difficult for them.

However, Moen did not intend to end it there.

Isn't Chapter 171 a bit too unprofessional? (4k)

Everyone who heard this breathed a sigh of relief:

"Sir, you've startled us."

"I'm sorry, is that alright?"

"of course can!"

Needless to say, a horse was given to Moen.

"You can ride a horse, right?"

"of course."

Moen nodded and mounted his horse with a swift and skillful movement that also possessed an indescribable beauty.

Even those of them who spend most of their lives on horseback couldn't help but shout "Bravo!"

Moen had almost forgotten which save file he was in; the game had given him a very rigorous aristocratic training program.

That was the harshest criticism Moen ever leveled at the production team.

Because learning those things was completely useless to Moen.

But now.

It actually works quite well.

After setting off with the group, Moen learned more.

This is the Duchy of Meereen, and they are currently heading towards the duchy's capital, Meereen.

This is a common practice in many countries here, where the country's name is the same as the name of its capital city.

They also serve a large chamber of commerce called Ironhide.

Moen had no recollection of this strangely named merchant guild, but according to the man, the Ironhide Merchant Guild was an affiliate of the Steelheart Church.

They are active specifically in the Ossetian Peninsula.

Their main business is buying and selling these precious goods that are neither human nor elf.

To be honest, before he spoke, Moen had no idea that this alone could support a large business association.

After thinking for a moment, Moen asked:

"This phenomenon must be quite rare, right?"

The man replied directly:

"There aren't many, only three or four a year, and sometimes six or seven in good years. But each one is incredibly valuable. Those noble gentlemen are throwing money around like madmen."

Moen roughly understood this.

The stronger the elves, the more valuable they are.

Because they are the perfect substitutes for elves, they can satisfy the nobles' wicked desires to the fullest extent.

Moreover, the Ironclad Merchant Guild, or more accurately, the Steelheart Church, has likely also inflated prices.

This transformed them not only into scarce alternatives but also into top-tier luxury items recognized by the nobility.

The process is very simple: it involves linking them to face.

Just like in Moen's hometown, capitalists linked diamonds, whose prices plummeted as soon as they came off the counter, with love.

They want love, while the aristocracy wants face.

Not bad at all.

"The nobles of the Orsay alone probably can't afford their exorbitant prices, so where can they be sold at the furthest possible distance?"

“Apart from places like abandoned lands, I don’t think there’s anything I haven’t bought.”

"That's why I'm so curious as to why someone who looks like a nobleman wouldn't know about this."

Regarding the man's words, Moen replied:

"I really don't know. There are many things I don't know, but fortunately, what I do know is enough for me."

Seeing that Moen did not deny it, the man pointed at Moen and laughed:

"So you are indeed a nobleman?!"

"I am indeed a member of the nobility."

The man laughed even harder:

"I knew it. Someone like you doesn't seem like an ordinary person at all."

Moen simply smiled and then turned to look at the caged bird.

After a long pause, Moen, having looked away, said:

"This business involves a rather wide chain of interests."

"After all, it's a business that has lasted for three thousand years, so it must be very extensive. But sir, I can tell that you are an upright and compassionate person."

"People like you are rare among nobles, at least in our area."

"Therefore, I would like to advise you that although you are a noble of the dynasty, you should pretend that you did not see this matter."