Huh? Are they all real?...

This resulted in...

But Moen still wanted to give it a try, saying:

“I’m talking about Horatio Nelson.”

If that still doesn't work, Moen will have to find someone with a higher official rank who will be easier to expose.

After all, Nelson was the lowest-ranking person among those people back then.

So it turns out his name wasn't his first name, but his surname, Nelson!

No wonder he hadn't realized it. Potter immediately understood that they usually called people by their first name rather than their last name.

But Horatio Nelson, let me think... I recognize the name. I'm sure I've heard it somewhere before, but where was it?

Why does it feel so unfamiliar?

Seeing Potter deep in thought, Moen felt a little awkward. He had originally wanted to suggest someone who could provide good assistance.

Surprisingly, the other party seemed unaware of this person's existence.

However, to the surprise of both Moen and Potter, just as Moen was about to say something...

Potter suddenly remembered who Horatio Nelson was.

"Vice Admiral Horatio?"

Good heavens, how come you just casually mentioned a vice admiral?!

That's not someone someone like me, a nobody, could possibly meet normally!

Vice Admiral?

Huh? He rose from captain to vice admiral in just twenty years?

What major battles have been fought in the last twenty years?

Otherwise, how did he get up there?

When Moen was in charge of the empire, he also worked hard to open up promotion channels for his subordinates.

However, as before, in this world where extraordinary individuals and noble bloodlines truly exist, no matter how hard he tries, the path to promotion for those below him remains difficult.

It's fine while I'm in power, but once I leave, things will probably quickly return to normal.

So, how did this guy get up there?

He was just a low-ranking nobleman with no connections or background. Under such circumstances, even if he thought he was excellent, he couldn't possibly rise to the top without the opportunity!

Wait a minute, he seems to have connections, and very strong ones at that!

Moen, realizing what was happening, looked at himself.

This guy has no connection with the Duke of Westeros in the public eye, but I have mentioned him to the Queen a few times.

So, in the eyes of the Queen, her own good student, he's someone even I, his mentor, think highly of?!

Moen finally figured out the key point.

Potter, however, said with a mournful face:

"Well, sir, do you know any other people of slightly lower rank? Lieutenant General Horatio certainly could, but... but I really have no way of meeting him!"

I thought he was just a great help, but it turned out to be a celestial official high above the clouds.

Where would he find a vice admiral?

After a brief silence, Moen sighed and said:

"I don't recognize anything lower than that!"

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what?

You don't recognize anything lower?

Are vice admirals considered low-ranking?

You're standing way too high!

Looking at the silent Moen, Potter wanted to say, "If you're at this level, why are you calling me over? You could just mention it and someone would have taken care of everything for you."

But after thinking about it, Potter couldn't quite figure out what kind of person would think that vice admirals were just 'low-ranking characters'.

Who exactly is this person?

Are there really any other high-ranking nobles of this caliber among the Seven Dukes?

The Seventh Duke remains noble, but he is not as noble as before. Although the Duke of Westeros was a usurper, he did indeed oppress the old aristocratic system greatly during his reign.

The fact that even the Seventh Prince could confiscate property was truly unheard of before the Duke of Westeros.

In the past, the most that Qi Gong would do was simply change the head of the family.

Who just copies everything from someone else?

Therefore, after the Empress regained power, many things faced fewer obstacles.

As Potter thought about it, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Wait a minute, there's no reason for this person to fabricate that he belongs to the Seventh Duke.

So, does Qi Gong really have such a character?

Has the Seventh Master already extended his reach to the top generals of the army?

Sometimes, Potter really hated that he could understand these things.

If he doesn't figure it out, he can be content being a dog.

But to truly understand this, one must not only live in fear and anxiety, but also suffer from the pangs of conscience.

After all, he's a government employee.

Moreover, if a conflict breaks out again between the Seventh Prince and the Empress.

That.

I glanced at the capital city, which had finally enjoyed twenty years of peace.

Porter couldn't help but think back to twenty years ago.

He had just come of age at that time, and he couldn't remember the specifics.

I just remember that the atmosphere in the capital was very strange those few days, and then that night when I climbed into bed, I heard a roar and an explosion outside.

After that night, even in houses far from the capital and the noble districts, they could smell an extremely strong and pungent stench of blood.

The bodies of the victims were transported to the cemetery in mountains.

Potter knew there was no reason to let that fierce battle pass. Nor could the nation be handed over to a schemer with blood on his hands.

But that was truly a nightmare!

Potter swallowed hard and said with his head down:

"My lord, I will do my best to handle this matter!"

Having no better options at the moment, Moen could only say:

"Alright, give it a try first."

Judging from what just happened, Elmeran was probably caught up in this situation by accident, just like the ordinary people. With a Yellow-headed Eagle helping out, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But Potter asked a question that caught Moen somewhat off guard:

"Sir, if—I mean, if—something goes wrong, how should I contact you?"

It's a small matter if he doesn't handle things well; if he fails to protect this lady, Potter worries that he might lose his head to a dog.

He had heard that he had angered a powerful figure, and that he should be grateful to the gods and kings for allowing him to die so easily!

Potter's thinking was simple: since this person was a demigod-level figure, as long as he told him the prayer, there shouldn't be any problems.

This is a method used by many secret agents.

High-ranking figures can respond to prayers, as long as the other person recites their own prayer.

This method is simple, convenient, and extremely safe.

Although demigods can only respond to and receive prayers within a single region.

But isn't this right here in the capital?

Moen immediately understood what the other party meant.

Moen fell silent again.

Will you give me my prayer and then let me contact you in a crucial moment?

As for me, there are indeed many prayers that can be directed towards me.

But I can't say any of this!

Leaving aside the super-powerful figures of the past, even the recent events in Westeros are major events that are significant once they are mentioned.

The thought of a national thief being resurrected is enough to give anyone a headache.

You are not qualified.

Potter lowered his head in fear.

"It was a petty person who overstepped their bounds!"

“But, but.”

Potter grew increasingly uneasy. He wanted to shut up and get things done, but his nature prevented him from making any guarantees.

They were afraid something unexpected might happen.

Looking at Potter kneeling on the ground, covered in sweat

Moen sighed inwardly, then stepped forward and said to him:

“You actually know that this matter is not difficult. It’s good to think about it more, but if you want to climb up, you can think about it more and you absolutely must think about it more, but never hesitate or look back.”

"If you really have no other choice, then don't worry about anything else. Just go over to Big Ben and ring the bell one more time. It's not difficult for you with your authority."

Big Ben is a spectacle that Mohn built when he had nothing better to do during his time in office.

It is a landmark building in the capital, but ultimately it is just a public facility.

It's not difficult for a yellow-headed eagle to ring the bell one more time, nor is it a big deal; at most, it'll just get scolded.

"I will handle the rest personally."

Potter paused for a moment before speaking:

"Yes, my lord."

"Then go ahead."

"Yes, my lord."

Potter got up to leave, but before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and ask:

"My lord, am I...am I really useless?"

Potter felt he shouldn't have said that, but for some reason, he felt he could say it in front of this adult.

Because in the past, important figures would have felt ashamed to even exchange a single word with them.

And this person, standing so high, said so much to him.

Moen looked at him with some confusion, then suddenly realized:

"You're just valuing your own life."

"Sir, I will definitely handle this matter well."

Looking at Moen's light laugh, Potter suddenly felt that being his dog wasn't so bad after all.

"Well, let's go."

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