Chapter 44 Lead the way, I will identify it this time!
After receiving the VIP card reissued by the Crown Restaurant, Moon went straight to the headquarters of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce Alliance branch in the Baratheon Royal Capital.

Hopefully they haven't sold that thing off in all these years.

Otherwise, Moon would really be in a dilemma.

The rented carriage was very fast and arrived at the destination before Moon had time to think carefully.

"Sir, we have arrived."

When Moon heard the voice, he got out of the carriage and gave the other party a gold pound:

"keep the change."

"Oh my goodness, thank you for your generosity, sir!"

The carriage driver left happily, while the lobby manager at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce had a forced smile.

"Sir, you are here again. What do you need?"

After they bought the Archduke's Notes that Moon had sold to them not long ago, they sent it to the headquarters.

Theoretically, there is no need to send goods of this level to the headquarters overnight. After all, they are just what the Grand Duke kept casually and are not considered to be too precious.

But what can I say? After buying this thing from Moon, the branch president felt that he couldn't be tortured in vain, so he sent it back to the headquarters.

My initial plan was just to torture a few of my friends and ask them to help me determine whether this thing was real or not.

But what was beyond the branch president's expectation was that just when the things were sent back, somehow even the president was involved.

Furthermore, the president's assertion about the note is that it is impossible to judge it 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 the loss in silence!

Although the president didn't say much in the end, he sent his granddaughter over.

It was obvious that the eldest lady was the one who came to question the crime.

The Chamber of Commerce doesn't lack this little money, but if they buy this thing and give it away as a gift, it will be embarrassing and that's their problem!

Just a moment ago, the branch president welcomed the young lady in.

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

Could this be another new diary of some celebrity?

Thinking of this, the lobby manager couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his face, leaned forward and said with a smile:
"Have you discovered any new notes of famous people?"

Although the president asserted that Moon had tricked them, in this line of work, they had no choice but to accept the loss.

It would be stupid to take it out on your customers.

Unless they have solid evidence that it is a fake.

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

The notes that Moon sold to them must be authentic, and the handwriting can indeed be imitated exactly by someone, but it is not worth it to even prepare for anti-supernatural identification just for this little money.

Several of the branch president’s friends in the headquarters have similar views.

However, they could not directly refute the president's opinion no matter from which perspective.

In short, Moon really caused a lot of trouble to their Chamber of Commerce with just a note.

Moen nodded immediately and said:
"Mr. Manager, you are right. What I have in my hand is an extremely precious ancient relic."

"Let's go in and talk!"

"Ancient relics?"

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

The lobby manager didn't listen to the extremely precious item in front. What he valued was the ancient relic in the back.

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

It is definitely a normal product that you can tell the authenticity at a glance!

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

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

With the enthusiasm of the lobby manager, Moon was invited into the VIP lounge on the third floor.

It's not the one from last time. The room last time seemed to be used by the branch president and his distinguished guests. 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, can you show me what you have to sell?"

Moon immediately took out the Notes of the Eternal King that he had specially written on parchment from his arms.

The parchment was left over specifically for now when the original holy text was copied, but the words on it were just written on the carriage.

At first glance, the lobby manager looked relaxed. It turned out to be parchment. That’s great. It must be an old thing this time!
As we all know, parchment has long been out of use.

At the same time, the lobby manager even felt a little sad that Moon would just casually fold this ancient treasure in his arms.

Although parchment is strong, it will easily deteriorate over time!
However, after Moon spread out the parchment, the lobby manager's eyes twitched.

'No, why do all the new inks look like they were made by talents?'

'Also, is this ancient Elvish? Damn it, I can't even pass Elvish, how can I understand ancient Elvish?'

The lobby manager broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

The lobby manager knew that this was something that he could never identify with his level of expertise.

It is definitely not something that the other appraisers can make a definite judgment on. In the Baratheon branch, only the president can appraise it.

Because the ancient Elvish language was first used in the First Age at the latest!

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

And consciously preserve all the cultural remnants of the past.

In this situation, let alone identifying the elven artifacts from that distant period, few people can even speak the ancient elven language.

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

And should I tell the branch president and the eldest lady at this time that the man came again and seemed to have taken the same thing?

"What's the matter, Mr. Manager? Is there any problem?"

"No, no, wait a moment!"

After much deliberation, the lobby manager decided to follow the rules and regulations.

Anyway, I'm just a lobby manager. If something goes wrong, you can't blame me, right?
I tried my best, but the customer was just too outrageous.
In the room where Moon sold the Archduke's Notes before.

The branch president was sweating profusely as he faced a beautiful young lady who was wearing a wide-brimmed hat even in the house.

This lady looked very elegant and quiet, but at this moment she was standing with her hands on her hips, lecturing the branch president:

"It's fine 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, the people who know about it are all our own people."

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

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

The eldest lady indeed demonstrated amazing abilities and won recognition from all branches.

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

He used his claws to clumsily and flexibly open the door.

The two people who heard the noise looked over:
"Bella, what's wrong? Ah. Mr. Morvins, what can I do for you?"

After taking a surprised look at the golden retriever Bella, 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 that the man who sold you the Archduke's Notes?"

"Yes, Miss."

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

"What is it this time?"

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

"Well, I can only conclude that it is ancient Elvish writing. What it is specifically, I don't know, young lady."

"Ancient Elvish writing? Lead the way, I will identify it this time!"

(End of this chapter)