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But Moen knew that the Northern Merchant Guild Alliance had almost broken ties with the dwarves twenty years ago.

The reason for the falling out was that Moen took the initiative to tell the dwarves that those merchants whose souls were corrupted by gold had once tried to excavate the tomb of one of the dwarven kings, the King of Bronze Furnace.

The Northern Merchant Guild Alliance's economic invasion of the Empire was so vicious and devastating that Moen simply exposed their wicked deeds to their close allies, the Dwarves.

Moen remembered that the dwarves almost went crazy when he delivered the message.

However, Moen did not have any concrete evidence at the time, since this happened hundreds of years ago.

In addition, the two sides had a very deep cooperative relationship, so the dwarves did not directly retaliate.

However, Moen told the dwarves that they would find the answer when they went to the Almor Mountains and found the royal tomb nestled in the heart of the mine.

In gratitude, the dwarves silently cooperated with Morn to remove the ferocious maw that the Northern Merchant Guild had been using to frantically suck blood from the Empire.

It now appears that the dwarves didn't just find a super-large composite ore vein; they finally found the Copper Furnace King's Tomb!

And if it took them twenty years to find it, it seems they fought fiercely!

In short, buying mining stocks from the Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance at this point is like hearing your adjutant announce, "The Commander-in-Chief has arrived at Huanggutun," right after you've transmigrated.

However, Moen couldn't say these things directly, so he said this instead:

"When everyone knows that something can make money and everyone can join in, then that thing will lose its value."

"Gentlemen, am I right?"

Since the dwarves are bound to lash out, could I take this opportunity to fleece the Northern Chamber of Commerce?

However, I don't have much capital right now, so it's hard for me to make a lot of money.

So, I'll have to prepare some small gifts and knock on the door of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Federation later.

Well, let's be generous this time. I'll give them the Eternal King's Notebook!

Chapter 43 Oh, you've really let me down, Mr. Potter!

The clerks initially wanted to laugh at Moen's words, but after thinking about it carefully, they realized they had no grounds to refute them.

After a moment of surprise, one of the clerks asked:

"What would you do if you were in that situation?"

"If you're asking me how to invest in stocks, then I can only say that I'm neither a banker nor an investor, and I don't know."

"But if you're asking what I plan to do next, miss, please give me a bottle of Franti wine!"

Seeing the wine that the waiter immediately brought over, Moen held up the bottle and asked:

"Gentlemen, would you like to accept my offer?"

A bottle of Franti wine costs ninety-eight gold pounds, equivalent to three to four weeks' salary for most Baratheon officials.

It's a good wine that they rarely drink, but they don't consider too precious.

Any higher or lower would be bad, this is just right!

"Of course, sir, please come over as soon as possible!"

The clerks' eyes lit up and they quickly invited Moen in.

And so, Moen successfully integrated into their group.

As soon as they were seated, a clerk immediately took over the task of serving the wine.

"Sir, the last time I tasted such fine wine was at the awards ceremony not long ago!"

When it was Moen's turn, Moen gently shook his head and said:

“My faith does not allow me to drink alcohol; I just want to extend my goodwill to you all.”

Alcohol can cloud one's judgment, so Moen doesn't drink.

And here, Moen's statement was neither impolite nor even normal.

Because of Monne, many churches have included prohibitions on alcohol in their scriptures.

The clerks expressed their understanding, but also just smiled and said:

"We're afraid it's a bit difficult for us to accept your kindness."

"Gentlemen, there's nothing to worry about. I've only just returned to this country. After all, you know what happened back then."

"So, I just want to know if the Control Yuan is still much the same as it was twenty years ago?"

Moen looks very young, but in the world of the extraordinary, looking young really doesn't tell you your age.

The clerks then raised their glasses one after another.

"Then you've come to the right person. We do have some authority to speak on this. But what exactly would you like to ask?"

“The family of the Polis Golden Eagle and my family have some connection. Before I returned to China, I was told that I could try to reconnect with the two families.”

"But I saw the transfer of Polis the Golden Eagle at the gate of the Overwatch Council. So, do you all know what happened?"

Upon hearing about the Golden Eagle of Boris, the clerks also felt a pang of regret:

"Sir, this is a bit of a problem for you."

"How to say?"

The clerk closest to Moen swirled the wine in his hand and said to Moen as he took a sip:

"Being a sound hunter is a very dangerous profession. So some sound hunters choose to retire early or become unemployed to end their dangerous lives as soon as possible."

Moen nodded regretfully and said:

"So, did something happen to the Golden Eagle of Polis? Did it provoke someone it shouldn't have?"

"As far as we know, no. Lord Polis simply wanted to retire early, which is why he left. After all, as you know, the Sound Hunters are there to suppress superhumans and oversee the Empire. They are too easy to offend people, so it's rare for them to be able to retire at the peak of their careers."

"Is that so?"

"that's it."

Something's not right. How could the golden eagle of the Sound Hunters give up such a promising future for this reason?

Didn't you see that Mr. Potter, a man so dedicated to his work, did it for thirteen years?

And even if Polis really did realize the truth, why was Porter transferred away?

Potter was a major contributor to the cult incident.

Furthermore, since Potter relied on me, the so-called "Seventh Master," it was impossible for Potter himself to request a transfer.

What went wrong in the middle?

After thinking for a moment, Moen rubbed his temples and said:

"What bad timing! I just returned home. How could this happen? Gentlemen, please tell me that the Golden Eagle of Polis has been thinking this for a long time, otherwise I'm really too unlucky to be favored by the gods!"

The clerks said regretfully:

"Unfortunately, sir, it seems that Lord Polis acted on a whim."

"A spur-of-the-moment decision?"

If it was possible that I was overthinking things before, then acting on a whim is really not right.

"Yes, I heard that our superiors investigated this matter, but they didn't find anything. After all, it's incredible that the golden eagle would voluntarily request a transfer, but it doesn't seem impossible."

"How long will this spur-of-the-moment decision last? He can't possibly want to transfer me just as I'm planning to return to China, can he?"

"It might really be true, sir, because it's just in the next few days."

"The events surrounding the Surras incident?"

"Yes, I heard that it was because of the Surras incident that the Golden Eagle of Polis wanted to stop at the peak of its career, so as to give itself a perfect ending."

Impossible. He's not even forty years old yet. He's still an old aristocrat. He has plenty of resources and connections.

If there had been prior indications, that would be one thing, but it's impossible for it to be a last-minute decision. With this resume, he'll only want to climb higher!

This is so against human nature!

And if it's because of a demon incident.

Could it be that he saw the note I gave to Potter?

Moen hesitated for a moment about whether to give Mr. Potter the note, but in the end, he did.

After all, Moen wouldn't dare gamble with the lives of everyone in Surras.

But why didn't he make a fuss, and then he took Potter with him and was transferred to the South?

In a flash of inspiration, Moen asked:

"Who approved the transfer of Polis the Golden Eagle?"

"The document signed by Vice Speaker Sir Coster."

"Former Minister of Agriculture, Sir Koster Clerdy?"

"Yes, sir, Vice Speaker Coster Clerdy did indeed serve as Minister of Agriculture, but that was twenty years ago."

Moen suddenly realized why Boris had been transferred to the Southern Territory.

Kirsten Clowdy is not suited for a place like the House of Representatives; he is better suited for a quiet, hands-on role like Agriculture Secretary.

Now it can only be that Mr. Potter couldn't keep anything to himself and Boris discovered the clues, and then Boris carefully and secretly found my note on Potter.

Then, Boris, an old nobleman who had survived the Great Purge, was terrified, thinking that I was about to make a comeback!

So he had to escape, to leave the capital as soon as possible, and he was so terrified that he didn't even have the courage to tell anyone.

Because he was afraid that if he were to speak, he would be suffocated along with his voice!

As for why he went to the Southern Territory, it was probably because Koster believed Polis's lies and thought he really wanted to retire to avoid the royal nobles he had offended.

After thinking it over, Koster came up with the idea of going to the Southern Territory, a place that the royal nobles would absolutely not dare to go to!

At this point, Moen could even deduce that Polis most likely thought Porter and Koster were 'one of their own'.

Transferring him to the Southern Border is a way to send him on his way!

But why was Porter also taken away?

Oh, damn it, Mr. Potter has no connection whatsoever. Koster probably just wants him to go to the South with Polis and become part of Polis's crew.

Finally, after Polis retires, you can use your connections with Polis to directly become a Golden Eagle!

Oh no, in this situation, Boris and Porter will definitely be discovered to be in the South by the authorities.

Moen didn't have any more information, but he knew what kind of people the Vice Speaker and Mr. Potter were.

These are enough to understand the whole picture.

Moreover, Moen really couldn't think of any other possibilities. As the saying goes, when all the answers have been ruled out, the last one is still impossible!

The Southern Territory will certainly react quickly.

I can hide it for now, but what about Aier?

With Mr. Potter around, Ayr will definitely come into the Southern Reach's sights.

Moen felt completely overwhelmed.

With a forced smile, Moen addressed the clerks:

"This is so unexpected, I'll be leaving now."

The clerks also expressed their understanding.

"With your generosity and talent, you must have other ideas, sir!"

"Hopefully."

Moen rubbed his temples and left.

Mr. Potter Harry, you've really let me down!

Meanwhile, in the main city of the southern border.