Huh? Are they all real?...

Now it seems that it is definitely the latter.

They had no choice but to be fearless.

However, the nobleman's proposal was immediately rejected:

“If what he said is true, then he is one of us, and this is not how we treat our comrades. Besides, we don’t even have nightmares, and we may not be able to find what we want by relying on inanimate objects.”

This statement was endorsed by the others.

This also brought a huge sigh of relief to Porter and Boris, who had narrowly escaped death.

But some nobles from the southern border continued to ask:

"Do you know how to contact that person you mentioned?"

Potter's heart, which had just barely settled down, suddenly tightened again:

"I don't know, that person didn't tell me how to contact him."

"Didn't you say?"

"Ah, no, he did say that, he did say that, but, he just said that if anything unexpected happens, I should just go to Big Ben and ring the bell one more time."

That doesn't guarantee we'll find them.

The nobles of the southern border frowned.

"anything else?"

"That's all, really, that's all this time!"

Looking at Potter, who was shaking uncontrollably, the lords of the Southern Lands felt helpless. Things seemed to have made considerable progress, but at the same time, they didn't.

After shaking his head, the nobleman standing in front of Potter gave Potter a rune and said:

"This is a rubbing of runes. You should know that. Make a rubbing of the appearance of the lord you mentioned."

"Yes Yes!"

"Also, get ready, we're heading to the capital right away."

"Huh? To the capital?"

"Yes, go to the capital. You don't know how to contact that person directly, but you should know where that girl lives, right?"

"know."

"That's good. In any case, that girl will definitely be the breakthrough point."

After saying this, the nobleman did not answer Potter; instead, he turned to his companions from the South and said:

"There are two routes, one overt and one covert. Discuss who should lead the team to the capital to pay homage to the Emperor."

"At the same time, I will personally select ten skilled men to take him to the capital. We will contact him every two hours. If we lose contact for more than a day, you will come here."

After a pause, he said seriously again:

“Bring all the soldiers from the southern border.”

-

In the capital of Baratheon, Moen sat across from a coffee shop, watching Aier working diligently inside.

Mr. Potter has surely told everything by now.

The southern border forces will likely arrive in the capital soon.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a demigod arriving openly with a delegation under the guise of paying homage to the Queen.

And I thought that I might contact them after I found out about this.

Meanwhile, another demigod, along with a small number of elites and Potter, should be sneaking into the capital from the shadows to find El.

After all, there are officials stationed in the capital from the Southern Territory. Since I haven't contacted them, I probably won't contact the official delegations either.

And the breakthrough point will be the Ellen he clearly instructed Mr. Potter to protect!

In fact, Moen had already noticed several plainclothes men who appeared to be Southern Knights in the coffee shop.

Whether you can remove me and send Aier to a safer place depends entirely on you!

Moen lowered his head and stroked the Ring.

Chapter 52 Er was greatly shocked!

Elmeran in the coffee shop also vaguely noticed that a few customers seemed a little off.

They had a strange yet unified aura, and their eyes were also odd.

It wasn't the usual amazement, admiration, or lewdness that Aiermelan usually displayed; for a moment, she was at a loss for words.

When Elmeran arrived at the rest room, she finally realized what kind of look that was.

It's the same look in the eyes of the Sound-Following Hunters!

The keen observation was tinged with a wariness of everything around it.

They will quickly notice and react to any abnormality.

So, could it be that the Sound Hunters have finally set their sights on me?!

Did he slip up at the Control Yuan last time?

No, nothing should have happened last time.

Calm down, calm down, Almelan. You need to calm down!

It's impossible for someone as insignificant as me to be specifically targeted by plainclothes officers from the Sound Hunters.

Based on their usual practices, if I were suspected, they would probably come directly to my door to take me away for inspection.

Therefore, they are more likely there for something else.

Or it could just be a misunderstanding.

But what could possibly be so noteworthy about such a small coffee shop that would attract the attention of a sound-tracking hunter?

After taking a few deep breaths, Aiermeilan quickly composed herself and continued with her work.

The coffee shop didn't earn much, just enough for her daily life, but it was still a good cover.

The fact that Elmeran still had to work diligently even after time-traveling was making things a little difficult for her.

But after seeing on the website that most transmigrators, like herself, had to rely on honest work to accumulate their first pot of gold, Elmeran lost all interest.

As for the bartender job, she had already given it up because it was too time-consuming, and besides, the person who was skilled in bartending was the original owner of this body, not her.

Moreover, she didn't want to work herself to death like the original owner of this body, working too hard.

Almelan clearly remembered waking up on the floor near the entrance when she arrived.

The original owner didn't even change her shoes and clothes.

He just fell straight down to the ground.

Clearly, the original owner of this body died from overwork due to working late into the night without getting proper rest.

She later confirmed this through conversations with her colleagues.

The original owner of this body had no family. She had never met her father and had lived with her mother since she was a child. Moreover, because her mother was in poor health, the family's financial situation was always very bad.

Since the original owner's mother passed away in the seventeenth year of the Empress's calendar, the original owner came to the capital alone, hoping to find a better way of life here.

Because she was terrified of poverty from a young age, the original owner of this body always worked extremely hard to squeeze money out of herself.

Unexpectedly, he ended up working himself to death.

Every time she thought of this, Aermelan couldn't help but curse inwardly that the original owner's father must have been a bastard.

He just pulled up his pants and left it at that!

Fortunately, her Moen wouldn't be that kind of person. Although Moen was always unlucky and lost his job for ridiculous reasons, Elmeran, who grew up with Moen, knew very well that Moen was a very, very good person.

If she were to encounter that bastard father of the original owner, who was nowhere to be found, she would definitely take revenge on him for the original owner!

Unless the other party has some unavoidable hidden reason, even if the other party is a high-ranking noble, I will find a way to avenge the original owner!

Having inherited the original body, one must repay the debt.

Based on this, after transmigrating, Aiermelan has been working hard to repay the kind people who helped the original owner of this body.

Although she was thinking about other things, Elmeran still managed to handle the work at hand properly.

But one of her colleagues made a small mistake.

Her colleague accidentally bumped into a customer while walking, causing the tray she was carrying to tip over.

Fortunately, she managed to flip the tray over to a deserted area.

To the surprise of Almere and her guests, a guest next to the lady managed to... in a time that was so short it might not even last a second.

Not only did he catch the tray and stabilize the coffee cup, he even used the coffee cup over the tray to catch the spilled coffee!

At that moment, the surrounding guests gasped and applauded.

Meanwhile, Elmeran was gripped by deep terror.

Damn it, this was one of the few guests she thought had a problem.

The other party wasn't even wearing the clothes of a Sound Hunter, so could this be a mid-series superhuman?!

Seriously? Is such a small coffee shop really worth a mid-sequence superhuman coming here?

What surprised Almelan even more was that after the other person subconsciously did this, they didn't look at her colleague, but instead looked at her with a hint of annoyance!

After managing a forced smile, Ermelan made up her mind.

Leaving tomorrow!

I need to book a ticket for this morning; I need to leave the capital as soon as possible!

Elmeran really wanted to leave now, but she was more afraid of alerting the enemy, so she stayed until the end of the workday.

Despite his unease, he took a detour to a market a little further away and managed to buy vegetables at a low price before it closed.

Elmeran tried her best to make everything seem normal as she returned to her apartment.

After closing the door, Elmeran immediately checked her room to make sure there were no problems.

Only now did she dare to let out a long sigh of relief.

After a brief moment of peace, Elmeran didn't have time to think much; she immediately pulled out the box she had prepared beforehand.

He then took an envelope out of the box.

But before she could do anything further...

Elmeran heard someone knocking on the door.

With a thud, the envelope fell directly to the ground.

'So they still came?!'

Instead of checking through the peephole at the door, Aiermeilan first confirmed whether the escape hatch she had reserved was still in normal working order.

It would have been better if she hadn't looked. When she did, Elmerlan discovered that neither the escape routes she had hidden nor the windows were functional.

There's nothing wrong with it at all, but I just can't push it open!

Even smashing it wouldn't budge it!

'Oh no, they're really after me!'

But does someone as insignificant as me deserve such a grand gesture?

Filled with fear and doubt, Elmeran finally opened the door.

Upon opening the door, Aiermeilan saw a man with a weathered and resolute face.

Behind him were several capable and difficult-to-handle followers.

"Hello, miss, excuse me."

With just one sentence, Aiermeilan instinctively retreated repeatedly.

Her inspiration was sending a frantic warning.