Huh? Are they all real?...

Moen hummed a song as he put on his top hat and headed to 13 Baker Street.

That's the place where clerks from all the agencies under the House of Representatives like to go after get off work.

It allows you to project a respectable image, satisfy your taste buds, and if you're lucky, you might even meet a benefactor willing to mentor you.

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Meanwhile, in Qazadoom, the capital city of the South, both Porter and Boris, who had just arrived at the Overwatch Council, felt a strange sense of unease.

Two outsiders will bring about the beginning of change.

With the first two prophecies already proven true, the importance of the third prophecy, which concerns its master, will naturally skyrocket.

However, he was a silver hawk and didn't have much of a background.

The person looks like they were just an extra.

Therefore, Mr. Potter did not receive much attention; the Southern Lords' attention was mostly focused on the melancholy Polis the Golden Eagle.

After a day and a night of observation and intelligence gathering.

The lords of the southern border discovered some suspicious points.

"They said in the capital that this golden eagle was put on leave early to avoid being liquidated for old debts later."

"But he was originally from the upper-middle class of the Baratheon aristocracy, and given his past record, it's impossible for him to have made such a mistake."

"This is not some kind of political suppression."

"The fact that he survived the Great Purge is enough to show that he and his family know what they should and shouldn't do. Plus, he's still very young, relative to his position."

"He still has plenty of opportunities to climb the ladder. Why would he suddenly retire?"

"They've come to our southern border after all?"

After placing a large stack of documents on the table, a lord from the southern border immediately froze the crystal ball in his hand.

The melancholy face of the golden eagle of Polis was magnified before everyone's eyes in the crystal ball.

"If he really did provoke someone he dared not provoke, then why is he acting this way now that he's already in the Southern Territory?"

"This is the transfer he requested, and is there anywhere more suitable for his situation than our southern border?"

"Even the most staunch royalists among the nobles of the capital are unwilling to clash with us."

"But look at him! It doesn't look like he escaped from the den of demons; it looks like he's driven himself into a dead end!"

"It's really strange. According to him, the Southern Territory is the most suitable place for him."

"Gentlemen, what does this mean?"

Another nobleman from the southern border took over the conversation, saying:

"This shows that what he really wants to escape is our southern border."

Another nobleman laughed:

"Yes! He must want to leave the capital, but he doesn't want to come to the Southern Territory even more."

"My friends, what do you think could possibly make an old nobleman who survived the Great Purge want to flee the capital without a second thought, yet refuse to come to our southern border?"

At this point, all the nobles of the Southern Territory laughed.

The southern nobleman who spoke first also stood up and said:

“This must be related to our lord, and there are also reports from the capital that a prophet from the Censorate once made the prophecy that ‘He has returned.’”

"Although this 'He' currently appears to be Saint Constantine, could this prophecy point to two different things?"

"After all, we have another prophecy here, that of a demigod."

He brought out the delayed clock.

He used to think this thing was a trap no matter how he looked at it.

But now he has to carefully wipe this thing several times a day.

"No need for further explanation, let's just capture that golden eagle."

Twenty years is a whole generation for ordinary people.

But for the South, twenty years is not enough to erase the authority and name of Westeros.

The Overseer's Office in the South is largely symbolic.

It was merely a mascot allowed to exist by the Southern Territory to show that it still obeyed the Empire.

The common people of the South have never relied on the Overwatch Council.

They relied on the southern border's own garrison and noble class.

So when a large number of Southern Knights stormed into the Overwatch Council, which consisted of unemployed individuals.

The Sound Hunters inside the Overwatch Council didn't even bother to resist, let alone ask any questions; they just watched in bewilderment as the others took away their newly arrived superior.

After the golden eagle from Polis was taken away, they even said something to their colleagues:

"Did this guy do something wrong? Otherwise, why would he be arrested?"

"Yeah, he got into trouble as soon as he arrived. That's outrageous!"

Potter, who rushed out with his weapons, was stunned.

No, this is your reaction when our boss was arrested by private soldiers from the Southern Border who broke into the Oversight Council?

Don't you know we're from the Control Yuan?

We are Her Majesty the Queen's special army!

Chapter 42 Let's be generous this time!

Baratheon Royal Capital, 13 Baker Street.

This place boasts the largest restaurant on Baker Street, and indeed in the entire southeastern part of the city.

At the same time, this is also a restaurant favored by all public officials in Baratheon.

This place is decent, elegant, and offers good value for money.

Almost every public official with time will choose to dine here.

However, although the restaurant's largest customer base is public officials, it is actually open to the general public as well.

It's just that it's not easy for ordinary people to get one of the limited spots available on that day.

But Moen doesn't have this problem because he has a membership here.

Of course, it was registered using a fake identity.

Dressed impeccably, Moen walked to the gatehouse, removed his top hat, and said:

"I lost my card a long time ago, but I remember my card number. Could you please check it?"

The waiters immediately bowed and led Moen to the front desk.

After giving my card number.

The receptionist said with some surprise:

"I'm sorry, sir, you registered twenty years ago, but you haven't been to our restaurant for a full twenty years, and you've also lost your VIP card. So, could I go over the questions you left back then with you?"

This is to prevent impersonation.

"Of course, ma'am."

"Excuse me, who is going to launch an Alpha raid?"

What a strange question! This is the first time the receptionist has ever encountered a guest with such a perplexing question.

Upon hearing this long-awaited question, the one whose answer only he knew, Moen lowered his head, then smiled with a hint of melancholy:

"Master, Yi."

"Okay, I'll reissue your VIP card right away. But could you please tell me why you haven't been to our restaurant for so many years?"

"This is just a customer inquiry because we want to know if there's anything we haven't been able to do well in."

But before Moen could answer, the lobby manager pressed the button on the receptionist's notebook and turned to Moen with a smile:

"I'm sorry, sir, she's only eighteen years old and doesn't know much about what happened back then."

The fact that he hasn't come for twenty years clearly indicates that it's about the disaster that happened twenty years ago.

Young people may not understand, but those who experienced it firsthand have a deep understanding.

Moen shook his head to indicate that he didn't care:

"Is it okay? May I go in?"

"When you leave, we will replace your VIP card, and I will also present you with a bottle of fine wine later."

And so, Mohn entered the Crown Restaurant at 13 Baker Street.

It is said that the name was bestowed upon him by one of the emperors of Baratheon.

But even the restaurant itself couldn't say for sure which emperor it was.

Most people in the capital took it as a boast about the restaurant. Interestingly, however, a corresponding record was actually found in the royal archives during Moen's reign.

However, the document was vague about who the emperor who bestowed the name was. Frankly, this was unusual, as it was not only a serious dereliction of duty on the part of the recorder, but such a vague ordinary document would never have been put into the royal archives.

Moreover, judging from the timeline, this should be a record from the reign of Baratheon II, the third emperor of the empire.

It's strange, because the royal family wasn't declining at that time, and the Seventh Prince was a legitimate member of the royal party.

How could such a strange thing happen to the royal family during its heyday?

Moen had investigated it out of curiosity, suspecting it was a side quest. However, the matter was eventually dropped due to the passage of time.

Moen speculated at the time that this was an unfinished and abandoned subplot, since the Crown Restaurant at 13 Baker Street still appeared quite frequently.

Moen met the other six men here several times when he raided other people's houses.

But now, Moen feels that this should be a historical issue that is irrelevant to the present.

In games, useless discoveries shouldn't occur, but in the real world, this is quite normal.

But for some reason, Moen could never forget this incident.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but glance around at everything.

Then he lowered his head and looked down at the restaurant below.

This might be a hint of inspiration.

but why?

Moen has no answer yet.

Setting aside his doubts for the moment, Moen walked through table after table of guests until he found his target.

Judging from their attire, the person was clearly a clerk in the House of Representatives, and specifically a clerk responsible for copying various documents.

Under normal circumstances, they know the most.

Moen didn't immediately speak or try to join in. Instead, he sat down across a table, just enough to hear what they were saying without being too close to arouse suspicion.

After a while, Moen used his vast knowledge base to precisely insert himself into their conversation:

"Gentlemen, I heard you say you intend to buy mining shares in the Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance?"

"Yes, sir, is there a problem?"

"I don't think this is a good choice."

Because this was completely contrary to their plans and concerned their own wallets, the clerks also talked to Moen about it.

In this way, Moen's plan was half successful.

"Sir, are you a banker or an experienced investor? Almost everyone we know says this stock is a sure thing!"

The Northern Chamber of Commerce has a long-standing partnership with the dwarves, and recently the dwarves discovered a super-large complex mineral vein in the Almor Mountains.

Clearly, their mining stocks are about to surge.

This is a consensus among almost everyone.