Huh? Are they all real?

Baratheon Capital, 13 Baker Street.

It has the largest restaurant on Baker Street and even in the entire southeastern city.

At the same time, this is also the restaurant favored by all Baratheon public officials.

The place is decent, classy and affordable.

Basically every public official who has time will choose to dine here.

However, although the largest user group of this restaurant is public officials, it is also open to civilians.

It’s just that it’s not easy for civilians to get the limited quota on the day.

But Moen doesn't have this problem, because Moen has members here.

Of course, registered under a false identity.

Morn, who was well-dressed, walked to the concierge, took off his hat and said:

"My card has been lost a long time ago, but I still remember my card number. Can you please check it?"

The waiters immediately leaned over and took Moen to the front desk.

After reporting your card number.

The lady at the front desk said a little surprised:

"I'm sorry, sir, you registered twenty years ago, but you haven't been to our restaurant for twenty years, and your VIP card has also been lost. So I can check with you what you left at that time. Problem?"

This is to avoid impostors.

"Of course, ma'am."

"Excuse me, who will be Alpha Raid?"

What a strange question. It’s the first time the front desk lady has seen such a question from a guest. It’s so confusing.

After hearing this long-awaited question for which only he knew the answer, Moen couldn't help but lower his head, and then smiled slightly lonely:

"Master, Yi."

"Okay, I will reissue the VIP card for you now, but would you like to tell me why you haven't come to our restaurant again for so many years?"

"This is just a customer inquiry as we want to know if something is being underserved."

But before Moen could answer, the lobby manager pressed the front desk lady’s notebook and smiled at Moen:

"I'm sorry, sir, she is only eighteen years old and doesn't know much about what happened back then."

He hasn't been here for twenty years, and it's obviously about the disaster twenty years ago.

Young people don't have much experience, but those who have experienced it have a deep understanding.

Moen shook his head and said he didn't care:

"It's okay, can I go in?"

"When you leave, we will replace your VIP card, and I will also give you a bottle of fine wine later."

In this way, Maughan entered the Crown Restaurant at No. 13 Baker Street.

It is said that this name was given by one of the Baratheon emperors.

But even the restaurant itself can't tell which emperor it is.

Most people in the imperial capital regarded it as a boast of the restaurant. What's interesting is that when Moeen was in power, he actually found corresponding records in the royal archives.

It's just that the file is also vague about the emperor who gave the name. To be honest, this is not normal, because it is a serious dereliction of duty on the record officer's part, and such vague ordinary documents will not be put into the royal archives at all.

And if you look at the time, this should be the record during the reign of Baratheon II, the third emperor of the empire.

It's really strange. The royal family at that time was not in decline, and Qi Gong was also a serious member of the royal family.

How could such strange things happen to the royal family in its heyday?

Moen once checked out curiously, because Moen suspected that this was a side mission. But in the end it was nothing because it was too long ago.

At the time, Moen speculated that this should be an unfinished and abandoned branch line, because there were still many appearances at the Crown Restaurant at No. 13 Baker Street.

When Moen ransacked people's houses several times, he always met the other six men here.

But now, Moen feels that this should be a historical issue that has nothing to do with the present.

There shouldn't be useless discoveries in the game, but in this world, this is normal.

But for some reason, Moen could never forget this incident.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but look around at everything around him.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the restaurant at his feet.

This may be a hint of inspiration.

But why?

Moen has no answer yet.

After temporarily suppressing his doubts, Moen passed through the tables of guests to find his target.

Judging by his clothes, he was obviously a clerk in the House of Representatives. And he is a full-time clerk responsible for copying various documents.

Normally, they know the most.

Moen did not speak immediately or try to blend in. Moen just sat down across a table, just enough to hear what they were saying, but not too close to make possible people suspicious.

After a while, Moen used his huge information reserve to accurately insert their topics:

"Gentlemen, I heard you say that you were going to buy mineral shares in the Northern Alliance of Chambers of Commerce?"

"Yes sir, any questions?"

"I don't think that's a good choice."

Because this was completely contrary to their own plans and related to their wallets, the clerks also talked to Morn.

In this way, Moen's plan was half successful.

"Sir, are you a banker or an experienced investor? Almost everyone we know says that this stock is a guaranteed profit!"

The Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance has a long history of cooperation with the dwarves, and not long ago the dwarves dug out a super-large composite mineral vein in the Almo Mountains.

Obviously, their mining stocks are going to soar.

This is almost everyone's consensus.

But Morn knew that the Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance was about to break up with the dwarves twenty years ago.

The reason for the breakup was that Morn took the initiative to tell the dwarves that a group of businessmen whose souls were contaminated by gold had tried to dig up the tomb of the Bronze Furnace King, one of the dwarf kings.

The Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance's economic invasion of the empire was too vicious and desperate. Morn simply exposed the evil things they had done to their close allies, the dwarves.

Moen remembered that he had just sent this news, and the dwarf almost exploded.

It’s just that Moen had no actual evidence at the time. After all, this incident happened hundreds of years ago.

In addition, the cooperative relationship between the two parties was indeed very deep, so the dwarves did not have a direct attack.

But Morn told the dwarves that they would get the answer as long as they went to the Almo Mountains to search and found the royal tomb nestled in the mine core.

In order to express their gratitude, the dwarves also silently cooperated with Morn to remove the ferocious mouthpart inserted by the Northern Chamber of Commerce into the empire to suck blood crazily.

Now it seems that the dwarves have not dug a super large composite mineral vein, but they have finally found the Tomb of the Copper Furnace King!

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

In short, if you go to buy mineral stocks of the Northern Chamber of Commerce Alliance at this time, it is as if you have just traveled through time and heard your adjutant say, "The Marshal Huanggu has arrived." ’

However, it is difficult for Moen to speak directly about these things, so Moen said this:

“When everyone knows that something can make money and everyone can join, then it won’t be valuable.”

"Gentlemen, am I right?"

Since the dwarves are definitely going to have an attack, can I take the opportunity to collect a handful of wool from the Northern Chamber of Commerce?

But I don’t have much capital now, so it’s difficult to make a lot of money.

That said, I have to prepare some small gifts and knock on the door of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.

Oh, let’s be generous this time, I’ll give them the notes of the Eternal King!