Huh? Are they all real?...

At least Moen was confident that he could extricate himself from the situation.

Chapter 44 Lead the way, this time I'll be the one to assess!

After receiving the replacement VIP card from the Crown Restaurant, Moen headed straight for the headquarters of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Alliance's branch in the capital city of Baratheon.

Hopefully, they haven't sold that item yet.

Otherwise, Moen would really be in a bit of a headache.

The rented carriage arrived quickly, and before Moen could think about it for long, they were at their destination.

"Sir, we've arrived."

Upon hearing the sound, Moen stepped out of the carriage and simultaneously handed the other party a gold pound:

"keep the change."

"My goodness, thank you for your generosity, sir!"

The coachman left happily, while the lobby manager at the Chamber of Commerce entrance smiled somewhat reluctantly.

"Sir, you're here again. May I ask what you need?"

The Grand Duke's Notebook that Moen had recently sold to them was purchased and then sent to the General Association.

In theory, there is no need to send goods of this level to the headquarters overnight, since it was just something the Grand Duke casually left behind and is not considered particularly valuable.

Well, after buying this thing from Moen, the branch president felt he couldn't let himself be tormented for nothing, so he sent it back to headquarters.

My initial plan was just to torment a few of my friends and get them to help me determine if the item was real or fake.

To the branch president's surprise, the items had just been returned when, somehow, even the general president got involved.

Moreover, the president's assertion that this note is a fake is a blunder.

In other words, this is definitely a fake, but the Chamber of Commerce has no way to prove it is counterfeit, so they can only suffer in silence!

In the end, although the president didn't say much, he did send his granddaughter over.

Clearly, it was the young lady who came to demand an explanation.

The Chamber of Commerce isn't short of money, but if buying this thing and then giving it away would embarrass them, that's their problem!

Just a short while ago, the branch president welcomed the young lady inside.

As soon as the lobby manager saw the young lady go upstairs, he saw Moen come again.

Could this be another celebrity's brand new journal entry?

Thinking of this, the lobby manager couldn't help but wipe his sweat, bow slightly, and smile:

"Have you discovered another celebrity's journal entry?"

Although the Grand Master asserted that Moen had tricked them, in this line of work, one can only accept such a loss.

Taking it out on the customer is incredibly stupid.

Unless they have concrete evidence that it is a counterfeit.

Furthermore, their Baratheon branch does not actually agree with the Grand Master's views.

The notes that Moen sold them must be genuine; the handwriting is indeed so perfect that someone could imitate it flawlessly. But to go to such lengths, even with anti-supernatural authentication, for such a small amount of money is simply not worth it.

The branch president's friends at the head office shared a similar understanding.

However, it's not easy for them to directly refute the president's views from any perspective.

In short, Moen really caused their chamber of commerce quite a bit of trouble with just a note.

Moen immediately nodded and said:

“Mr. Manager, you are right. What I have in my hand is an extremely precious ancient relic.”

"Let's go inside and talk!"

"Ancient remnants?"

"Yes, Mr. Manager, this is a very precious ancient relic!"

The lobby manager didn't listen to the extremely valuable items in front; he was more interested in the ancient relic in the back.

Since it's a relic from an ancient era, it shouldn't make the appraiser question their existence like that last thing, right?

These are definitely normal products that you can tell are real or fake at a glance!

"Oh, that's great, sir, please come in. By the way, our branch president is currently entertaining distinguished guests, so I will be in charge of entertaining you for the time being."

"But don't worry, although my eyesight isn't as good as our branch president's, I think I'm qualified to appraise your products."

With the lobby manager's warm welcome, Moen was ushered into the VIP room on the third floor.

It's not the same one as last time. The room last time looked like it was used by the branch president and his VIP guests.

After Moen was seated, the lobby manager brought over a tray wrapped in red silk and a pair of white silk gloves, saying:

"Sir, could you please show me the items you are selling?"

Moen immediately pulled out the Eternal King's Notebook, which he had specially written on parchment, from his pocket.

The parchment was specially made from what was left over from the copying of the original sacred texts, but the writing on it was just written on the wagon.

The lobby manager looked completely relaxed at first glance. It was parchment! Great, this must really be an old item!

As we all know, parchment has been abandoned for a long time.

At the same time, the lobby manager even felt a little heartbroken that Moen had so casually folded such an ancient treasure and placed it in his arms.

Although parchment is durable, it is still prone to deterioration over time!

However, after Moen unfolded the parchment, the lobby manager's eyes twitched.

'No, why do all the new ink stains look like they've just dried?'

'And... could this be ancient Elvish script? Damn it, I failed Elvish, how am I supposed to understand ancient Elvish script?'

The lobby manager broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

The lobby manager knew that this was something he absolutely could not authenticate.

It's definitely not something that the other appraisers can definitively say about; in the Baratheon branch, only the guild leader can appraise this thing.

Because the use of ancient Elven script dates back to at least the First Age!

After the death of the Eternal King, the Elves abolished all previous languages ​​and writing systems in order to commemorate their king.

And it consciously preserves all the cultural remnants of the past.

In this situation, let alone identifying the ancient Elven artifacts, very few people even know the ancient Elven language.

The problem is that the branch president is currently entertaining the young lady.

And am I supposed to tell the branch president and the young lady at a time like this that the person has come again and seems to have taken the same thing again?

"What's wrong, Mr. Manager? Is there a problem?"

"No, no, please wait a moment!"

After much deliberation, the lobby manager decided to follow the rules and regulations.

Anyway, I'm just a lobby manager. If things go wrong because I followed the rules, you can't blame me, right?

I tried my best, it's just that the customer was too outrageous.

In the room where Moen sold the Grand Duke's Notebook before.

The branch president was sweating profusely as he faced a beautiful young lady who was still wearing a wide-brimmed hat even indoors.

This woman appeared to be utterly elegant and demure, but at this moment she was standing with her hands on her hips, lecturing the branch president incessantly:

"It's one thing to accept that kind of thing, since we can't prove it's fake, but how could you send it to the headquarters? Luckily, the people who know are all our own."

"Otherwise, what will become of the reputation of our Eastern Chamber of Commerce Alliance?"

The branch president didn't dare to say a word. Ever since the young lady's parents passed away, everyone in the chamber of commerce knew that the president would entrust everything to the young lady.

The young lady did indeed demonstrate amazing abilities and won the approval of all the branches.

Beside the two, a large golden retriever was lazily lying next to its owner, but then it got up and quickly ran to the door.

He clumsily yet nimbly pulled open the door with his own claws.

The two people who heard the noise both looked over:

“Bella, what’s wrong? Oh, Mr. Morris, is there anything I can help you with?”

After glancing at Bella, the golden retriever, in surprise, the lobby manager bowed to the branch manager and the young lady and said:

“Young Miss, President, that customer has brought another item that I’m unsure about and want to sell.”

"Is this the person who sold the Grand Duke's Notebook to you?"

"Yes, Miss."

The young lady pouted and put her hands on her hips, saying:

"What is it this time?"

Beside her, Bella, the golden retriever, also stood up, looking quite adorable.

"Well, I can only conclude that it's ancient elven script. I don't know exactly what it is, young lady."

"Ancient Elven script? Lead the way, I'll be the one to authenticate it this time!"

Chapter 45 Sealed Object 0007

The lobby manager quickly made way for them:

"Please, Miss, this gentleman is in room 666."

666 is the devil's number.

However, this number is only considered taboo in certain places.

At this moment, the young woman had no idea what she was about to face.

She simply strode confidently toward Moen's room with her golden retriever, Bella.

She would use her vast knowledge, far exceeding that of ordinary people, to make that despicable man realize that he had lied to the wrong person!

Ha, he must be feeling pretty smug right now, having successfully fooled the Eastern Chamber of Commerce!

Behind the young lady, the branch president gave the lobby manager a meaningful look:

Is it the same thing as last time?

The lobby manager nodded repeatedly, responding with his eyes and gestures:

'Yes, it's so realistic it looks unreal!'

After receiving an affirmative answer, the branch president was relieved.

That's great! If the young lady also encounters this outrageous thing, then the guild master will have nothing to say!

The more she thought about it, the more the branch president straightened up, her previously hunched figure instantly becoming upright.

After abruptly pushing open the door, the beautiful young lady spoke directly to Moen, who was drinking tea:

"Hello, sir, I am Benalana, the acting executive of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Federation. Please allow me to make your assessment."

The general association's acting executor?

After a moment of confusion, Moen finally remembered what the position was; it was a position only offered by the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.

It's basically a nominal position, but once someone takes it, they can be considered the second-in-command of the entire organization.

Unless the president, as the top leader, directly vetoes the order, the words of the acting executor can be taken as instructions from the president.

Unexpectedly, the entire headquarters' agents and executives have arrived.

But she really is a beautiful young woman.

After smiling, Moen reached out towards the tray and said:

"Please make yourself at home, but since you're here, I'd like to discuss another business deal with you later."