Huh? Are they all real?

After receiving the replacement VIP card from the Crown Restaurant, Morn went straight to the branch headquarters of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Alliance in the Capital of Baratheon.

Hopefully they haven't sold that thing over the years.

Otherwise, Moen would really be a little over the top.

The rented carriage was very fast, and Moen arrived at the place before he could think about it carefully for a long time.

"Sir, the place has arrived."

When Moen came out of the carriage after hearing the sound, he also gave the other party a gold pound:

Keep the change, please.

“Gee, thank you for your generosity, sir!”

The carriage driver left happily, while the lobby manager at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce smiled a little reluctantly.

"Sir, you are here again. Do you have any needs?"

They bought the Archduke's Notes that Moen had sold to them not long ago and sent them to the General Assembly.

Theoretically, there is no need to send a product of this level to the club overnight. After all, it is just the Grand Duke's casual possession, and it is not something too precious at all.

But how can I put it, after buying this thing from Morn, the branch president felt that he could not be tortured in vain, so he sent it back to the general association.

The original plan was just to torture a few of my friends and ask them to help identify the authenticity of this thing.

But what the branch president didn't expect was that just when the things were sent back, even the president was somehow involved.

Moreover, the President’s assertion about this note is so obvious that it cannot be judged as a fake.

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

In the end, although the president didn't say much, the president sent his granddaughter over.

Obviously, the eldest lady is here to question the crime.

The Chamber of Commerce is not short of this little money, but if they buy this thing and give it to the General Assembly, it will be embarrassing for them!

Just now. It was the branch president who welcomed the eldest lady in.

As a result, the lobby manager had just watched the eldest lady go upstairs when he saw Moen coming again.

Isn't it another celebrity's brand new diary?

Thinking of this, the lobby manager couldn't help wiping his sweat, leaned over and smiled:

"Did you find another famous person's notes?"

Although the president asserted that Moen had tricked them, in this business, such a loss could only be acknowledged.

It would be stupid to piss off customers for this.

Unless they have solid proof that it's a fake.

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

The notes that Moen sold to them must be authentic. Someone can indeed imitate the handwriting accurately, but it is not worth it to even prepare for the anti-paranormal appraisal just for this little money.

Several of the branch president's friends in the general association also have a similar understanding.

But it was difficult for them to directly refute the President's views from any aspect.

In short, Moen really caused a lot of trouble for their chamber of commerce with just one note.

Moen immediately nodded and said:

"Mr. Manager, you are right. What I am holding on hand now is an extremely precious ancient relic."

"Let's go in and talk!"

"Ancient legacy?"

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

The extremely precious lobby manager at the front didn't even listen. What he valued was the ancient legacy at the back.

Since it is a relic from an ancient era, it shouldn't make the appraiser doubt his life like the thing last time, right?

It must be a normal product that you can tell the authenticity from the first glance!

"Ah. Great, sir, please come in quickly. By the way, the president of our branch is currently entertaining distinguished guests, so I will entertain you for the time being."

"But don't worry, although my eyesight is not as good as that of our branch president, I think I am also qualified to appraise your products."

Amid the enthusiasm of the lobby manager, Moen was invited into the VIP room on the third floor.

It's not the one last time. It seems that the branch president and his distinguished guests are using that room last time.

After asking Moen to sit down, the lobby manager brought a tray wrapped in red silk and a pair of white silk gloves and said:

"Sir, could you show me what you have for sale?"

Morn immediately took out the Eternal King's notes from his arms that he had specially written on parchment.

The parchment was specially left over from the time when the original scripture was copied, but the words on it were just written on the carriage.

The lobby manager seemed relaxed at first glance, and it turned out to be parchment. Great, this time it must really be an old thing!

As we all know, parchment has long been out of use.

At the same time, the lobby manager was even a little sad that Moen had folded this ancient treasure so casually in his arms.

Although parchment paper is strong, it is easily damaged over time!

But after Morn spread out the parchment, the lobby manager's eyes twitched.

‘No, why do all the new ink stains look like they were made by talent? ’

‘Also, is this ancient elven writing? Damn it, I didn’t even pass Elvish, how can I understand ancient Elvish? ’

The lobby manager broke into a cold sweat instantly.

The lobby manager knew that this was something that he could never judge at his own level.

It is definitely not something that the other appraisers can make a conclusion on. This thing can only be appraised by their president in the Baratheon branch.

Because the use of ancient elven script dates back to the First Era at the latest!

After the death of the Eternal King, the elves abolished all previous languages ​​and writings to commemorate their king.

And consciously sealed all the cultural remnants of the past.

In this case, let alone identifying the elven artifacts of that distant period, even the ancient elven language is not known by many people.

But the problem is that the branch president is now receiving the eldest lady.

And should I tell the branch president and the eldest lady at this time that the man is here again, and it seems that he has taken the same thing again?

"What's wrong, Mr. Manager, is there any problem?"

"No, no, please wait!"

After thinking about it, the lobby manager decided to follow the rules and regulations.

Anyway, I am just a lobby manager, and it can't be blamed if everything goes wrong according to the rules, right?

I tried my best anyway, but the customer was too outrageous

In the room where Morn sold the Grand Duke's Notes before.

The branch president was sweating profusely facing a beautiful lady who was still wearing a wide-brimmed hat even in the room.

The lady looked very elegant and quiet, but at this moment, she was arguing with her hands on her hips to the branch president:

"It's okay to accept that kind of thing, after all, we can't prove it's fake, but how can you send it to the headquarters? Fortunately, we are the ones who know about it."

"Otherwise, where is the face of our Eastern Chamber of Commerce?"

The branch president didn't dare to say a word. Since the eldest lady's parents died early, everyone in the chamber of commerce knew that the president would leave everything to the eldest lady.

The eldest lady did show amazing ability and won the recognition of all branches.

Next to the two, a big golden retriever was lazily lying beside its owner, but then it got up and ran to the door.

Using its claws, it clumsily and flexibly opened the door.

The two who heard the noise looked over:

"Bella, what's wrong? Ah. Mr. Morvins, what can I do for you?"

After looking at the golden retriever Bella in surprise, the lobby manager bowed to the branch president and the eldest lady and said:

"Miss, president, that guest brought another item that I can't identify and wants to sell."

"Is it the one who sold you the Grand Duke's Notes?"

"Yes, Miss."

The eldest lady pouted and put her hands on her waist and said:

"What is it this time?"

Beside her, the golden retriever Bella also stood up like this, looking very cute.

"Well, I can only conclude that it is ancient elf text. What exactly it is, I don't know, Miss."

"Ancient elf text? Lead the way, I will identify it this time!"