Huh? Are they all real?...

Wait, does the Queen want all of this to happen?

Moen suddenly stopped.

Under normal circumstances, a monarch would certainly not want to see his country divided and surrounded by enemies.

Therefore, it is even less likely that this monarch would take the initiative to bring about all of this. While he may lack the ability, taking the initiative to bring it about would be completely contrary to common sense.

Unless, of course, she wanted all of this to happen, because she was prepared for it, and for her, this was not about dividing the country and inviting wolves.

This is a trap.

A trap that had been prepared long ago, just waiting for the prey to excitedly walk in!

As for the Southern Territory, El is not the true princess of the Southern Territory; everything about El is currently under the control of the Queen.

It could even be said that Aier almost had to rely on the Empress to survive.

This is something Princess Ansa of the past could not do.

After thinking about this, Moen couldn't help but say:

“You’ve grown a bit more than I expected, Ansa.”

After guessing the answer, Moen felt relieved.

Nothing will happen to this country. The Queen has made preparations. All I have to do is wait for everything to proceed according to plan, and then the Queen can come out and reap the rewards.

The only question now is whether the Queen believes that the mysterious person who appeared in this matter—that is, me—and my handwritten letter, truly means I have returned, or whether it was all a conspiracy by the prophet.

Due to a lack of intelligence, Moen was completely unable to draw a conclusion on this point alone.

But it doesn't matter, no matter what, the prophet's conspiracy will fail.

Whether the Queen believes she has truly returned or the prophet is simply stirring up trouble again.

As long as I don't show up, it's fine.

Surely things can't have gotten this far; what undiscovered things could possibly be beyond the Empress's ability to handle with such preparation?

Moen carefully considered whether such a thing existed in this country and its surrounding areas.

In the end, Moen himself shook his head with a smile.

If such a person existed, they would have challenged themselves twenty years ago.

Moreover, if it really happens, given Moen's current hand, even the Queen probably can't handle it, so he probably can't handle it either.

Unless this sudden variable exceeds the control of the Queen (Sequence One) and cannot escape the upper limit of her own Sequence Ten.

It's utter nonsense no matter how you look at it.

After shaking his head, Moen decided not to go to the place he had booked anymore and instead planned to find a restaurant to have some food.

I just borrowed so much money from Hassank, I have to treat myself to something good after all that hard work.

But as soon as Moen turned around, he saw a 'little bird' fly into the room next door.

Although he only glanced at it a few times, Moen was certain that the little bird was a puppet.

Mr. Eternal King Moen is a famous doll enthusiast!

Then it was so clever that even Moen, the doll collector, didn't notice anything wrong at first glance.

A living puppet?

Is there a superhuman using the puppet pathway here?

And look at the direction the bird flew from.

Moen glanced back at the place he had just been thinking of going.

Could it be a friend of Air?

That intelligence merchant?

But shouldn't she be in the Southern Territory right now?

Just then, Moen saw the girl lean out to close the window.

After taking out the pocket watch, Moen indeed saw a girl who looked completely different from the girl herself.

The difference between them is so great that it can be seen at a glance.

For example, this girl is really flat compared to the original owner.

Moen, upon first glance, suspected that some unfortunate time traveler had been forced to undergo gender reassignment.

A time traveler, using a puppet-like approach, is specifically exploring the places I want to explore.

There's no mistake, this is Er's friend.

That's perfect, we can ask her if she's discovered anything.

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After the young girl Leda finally finished exploring the last place the boss had requested, she stretched happily.

Now we can finish the transaction once we get back.

Such speed and accuracy will surely improve my credit rating and also win the favor of that big shot.

I am now more confident that I can get information about this strange witch from her.

Chapter 61 Why is the witch here too?!

It's decided, I'm going downstairs to have a good meal!

The girl hummed a song as she approached the dressing mirror to groom herself.

Time travel is great, but becoming a superhuman is even better.

And the best part is that I'm finally no longer a pathetic flat-chested person!

After proudly puffing out her chest, the girl's lips twitched as she recalled her past tragic experiences.

Even though I have a PhD, I'm often mistaken for a high school student.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless.

After giving an awkward laugh, the girl, having finished tidying up, walked down the stairs.

She had already found out that there was a bakery here that was famous throughout the entire Baratheon!

Although the girl didn't know why a bakery was so successful.

But now that I know, I'm definitely going to have a meal with them.

After going down the stairs, I arrived at the open-air cafe on the street.

The girl suddenly heard a man beside her call out to her:

"Beautiful lady, would I have the honor of inviting you for a cup of coffee?"

Ugh, that's such an old-fashioned way to start a conversation.

But it was also something she had never experienced before.

After all, if anyone had dared to say that to her in the past, passersby would probably have called the police to report someone for molesting a high school student.

Just as the girl was feeling slightly pleased and was about to politely decline...

But then he heard the other person say something with a laugh;

“Miss Traveler, I think we can end the transaction early.”

It wasn't a human speaking word, but the content still made the young girl Leda pause for a moment.

What is this sentence?

After looking at Moen in surprise, the other person smiled and pointed to the chair in front of him:

"You can sit down first; standing is too tiring."

Leda sat down, somewhat incredulous, before she could continue to gather her thoughts and probe the situation.

Then they heard Moen continue speaking:

"How are the masked dancers' preparations going?"

Ah, there's no mistake, it really is that big shot!

But isn't that even more terrifying?

How come he appeared right after I completed the transaction?!

Leda had always thought that this big shot was probably not in Baratheon, but was just planning to come over soon, so he had her gather intelligence in advance.

But now it seems that the other party is far more terrifying than I imagined.

Moen also saw through Leda's concerns, so he smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I just happened to be nearby and I saw your puppet bird and this place, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"By the way, your puppet is very exquisite. Most superhumans probably wouldn't be able to spot the problem even if they looked closely."

"Even among extraordinary individuals who have mastered the puppet pathway, your talent is exceptional."

Is that so?

The girl was a little skeptical, but since the other party had said so, she had no other evidence, right?

“I understand, and then I also checked the places you asked me to investigate.”

At this point, the girl hesitated and glanced around.

"Is this really a suitable place, sir? There are far too many people here."

Moen picked up his coffee cup with the hand wearing the magic ring and said:

"Don't worry, no one will notice the problem."

I have plenty of money now!

"I promise."

Is it some kind of extraordinary method?!

The girl's eyes lit up immediately. "Wow, is this the composure and ability of the first batch?"

"Then I'm relieved. And this is all the information I've gathered. I originally planned to write it down and burn it before I went back."

"But since you're here in person, I'll just give it to you directly. All the intelligence I've found is on this. Eleven locations, not one missing!"

After taking the documents from the girl, Moen said:

"The coffee and snacks here are good. You can order whatever you like; it's on me."

"Oh, right, this is extra compensation for you, because the speed and quality of your work exceeded my expectations."

Although he hadn't seen everything yet, Moen knew from the first glance that this intelligence dealer was of high quality.

What's more, he had just borrowed a large sum of money from that bastard politician Hassank that he didn't have to pay back.

I don't care about other people's money!

Looking at the thousand pounds that Moen generously handed over.

The young girl Leda's eyes were shining.

Good heavens, a thousand gold pounds?!

How many dolls would I have to sell to raise that much money?!

The girl recalled that since the website was successfully set up, the most frequent transactions were exchanging credits for local currency.

Based on the exchange rate, 1,000 Baratheon pounds should be worth 1.49 million credits.

A little over a million credits isn't much for a young girl.

But a thousand pounds is a lot.

Because Baratheon is a difficult place for superhumans to navigate, and even more so for transmigrators.

"Thank you, thank you for your generosity, a thousand gold pounds, oh, that's wonderful!"

"I finally have enough money to buy a new dress!"