Huh? Are they all real?.

Wait, this description... could it be a time traveler?!

Moen was stunned.

How come even time travelers have appeared, and judging from the situation, it seems like there's a group of them?

Moen couldn't help but look at his pocket watch.

If I myself came from the Human Conjoined Souls, then could this group of transmigrators have come from the Human Conjoined Souls?

Moen wasn't sure about this, but he felt the possibility was quite high.

After a brief moment of thought, Moen glanced at the bronze owl badge hanging on the other person's chest, which he had noticed long ago, and said:

"One long, three short, two dots, and you've been doing this for thirteen years? You relied on seniority to climb the ranks for eleven years before being promoted to Yellow-headed Eagle?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the other person awkwardly lowered their head.

With thirteen years of experience, he should have been a silver tycoon by now.

The result was just a yellow-headed eagle, which was indeed a bit disheartening.

Observing the other party's behavior, Moen was certain that there hadn't been many systemic changes within the Overwatch Council. Furthermore, these hunters were indeed under the Overwatch Council's jurisdiction as pre-arranged.

It seems that his student has preserved almost everything he arranged perfectly.

After a helpless smile, Moen walked up to the other person and whispered in their ear:

"Want to become a golden eagle, Mr. Potter Harry?"

Not the Silver Owl, a higher-ranking one, but the Golden Eagle, a creature his background could never even dream of!

Harry Potter, the opposite of Harry Potter, felt his throat was very dry.

-

Almelan, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by a knock on the door.

Without thinking twice, she immediately changed into her pajamas, wrapped herself in her coat, and pretended to be half asleep as she went to open the door.

"Who is it?"

But it was no use. As soon as Elmeran opened the door, three mithril crossbows were aimed at her face.

"Please come with us."

The three hunters at the door, speaking in a flat, monotone voice, stated their demands.

Chapter 6 I want to make progress so much!

Looking at the three sound-following hunters in front of her, Elmeran was completely dismayed.

But on the surface, she still maintained the expected timidity and confusion:

"I... I didn't do anything! Is there some mistake?"

Has my identity as a time traveler been discovered?

No, I've been very, very careful!

Moreover, this formation doesn't seem quite right.

As for the three silver crossbows aimed at Elmeran's forehead, they can only be considered basic operations for the Sound Hunter.

This is to ensure safety; they won't attack unless the other party does something.

If Almelan's identity were confirmed, according to Almelan's understanding, the other party should have simply broken down the door and arrested her.

So what's going on?

Regardless of the circumstances, everything is extremely challenging for Almelan right now.

After all, even if they didn't discover her identity as a transmigrator, as long as they brought her back to the Overwatch Council and asked her a few more questions, she might be exposed because she couldn't match the information of the original owner.

Although she had made preparations, she was ultimately an outsider and did not know the details of the Censorate's interrogation or the original owner's specific situation.

She also heard that because the Control Yuan had let go of the senior who had jumped into the sewage deep-sea, they were now questioning every suspicious person more thoroughly.

If she goes there, she'll likely be unable to escape unscathed.

However, she couldn't say no.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be just a direct confession?

The hunter standing at the front, who was following the sound, said:

"It's just a routine check, please don't panic. Her Majesty's Oversight Council will not wrong any law-abiding citizen."

The problem is, I'm not a law-abiding citizen.

"Could you let me change my clothes?"

This was a reasonable request, but the other party simply said:

"The carriage is right below, so you won't get cold on the road. Once you arrive, the Overwatch Council will also prepare clothes for you; there are changing rooms there specifically for ladies."

"But, there might not be any clothes that fit me, right?"

Elmeran still wanted to try and at least give her some time to furnish the room.

She was worried that the other person would check her room after leaving and find something wrong.

“Madam, the Control Yuan also has female staff. In any case, at least a warm coat should not be a problem.”

“That’s enough for the room. And your clothes aren’t anything you shouldn’t wear. You’ve maintained a respectable appearance, madam.”

"I understand."

Saying anything more would be highly suspicious.

Moreover, through this conversation, Elmeran also deduced that she must have been affected by some kind of trouble.

The other party wouldn't theoretically offer these explanations unless they subconsciously considered themselves an unfortunate civilian caught in the crossfire.

With a sigh in her heart, Ermelan tightened her coat and followed them out.

Seeing that the other neighbors in the hallway had also been brought out, Elmeran felt increasingly relieved, but she also tried hard to recall if there was anything wrong with the house.

Fortunately, after thinking it over, I realized there was nothing wrong with it; my usual caution and prudence were indeed useful.

As long as you are careful with the Control Yuan, there shouldn't be any problems.

After leaving the house and stepping onto the street, seeing the people already queuing to get into carriages, Elmeran felt increasingly relieved.

The bigger the matter, the more likely a nobody like her will hide.

I just don't know what happened that made such a big fuss.

-

In a quiet alley on the other side, Mr. Potter Harry was having a fierce internal struggle.

That's a golden eagle!

It was a prestigious status that someone of his commoner background could hardly even dream of!

Moreover, according to custom, if a commoner becomes a golden eagle, they will receive an exceptional honor from the Queen. At the very least, they will attain the status of a knight.

Not the lowest rank of knight in the aristocratic system, but a lord!

Although there's no chance of getting a fiefdom, a manor is still a certainty.

Lord Harry, oh, what a beautiful title!

These are the benefits he can think of immediately; there are certainly many more that he can't think of yet.

Most importantly, from then on, he finally gained a true backer.

However, Mr. Potter also knew that everything comes at a price.

Once he agreed, he wouldn't be able to get away.

The thought of this made Potter feel timid. The fact that he had spent thirteen years in the high-risk unit of the Soundfinders before finally becoming a Yellowhawk was enough to show what a hard-working person Potter Harry was.

Normally, if a hunter in the capital city doesn't die in the line of duty or legally retire in the fourth year, he should be promoted to Yellow-headed Eagle in the sixth year and then become Silver Owl in the eighth year.

It won't be more than ten years at the latest. This will be the pinnacle and the end for ordinary people.

As for golden eagles, they are basically irrelevant to ordinary people unless they have made significant contributions. Even if they do make contributions, ordinary people still have little access to the corresponding 'resources'.

Therefore, Porter was reluctant to agree. At present, although he had no hope of promotion, he was better off with a stable job.

If you agree to their request, you are obligated to serve them. In the Queen's special forces, the Sound Hunters, this is a significant political issue.

After thinking for a moment, Potter looked up and refused.

But as soon as he saw Moen's cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he realized he had a problem—did I have the right to refuse?

The moment this thought arose, Potter suddenly understood.

Yes, I had no choice but to run into this strange adult!

He even had to thank them for giving him a chance, otherwise he would have ended up in an unmarked graveyard with his poor comrades who couldn't even get a commemorative burial.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mr. Potter Harry looked at Moen with a mournful face and said:

"My lord, I... I really want to improve!"

Although I don't quite understand why he has such a long face.

But this can be considered an initial success.

However, Potter mustered up the courage to ask a question:

"My lord, could you please tell me which family you belong to? I'm not asking for anything else, I just can't not even know who I'm relying on, can I?"

Which family lineage?

In Baratheon, I would certainly be considered a member of House Westeros, but I'm telling you I'm either the usurper Lord Westeros or a member of House Westeros.

I'm afraid you'll faint on the spot!

After all, surrendering to Westeros is no different from surrendering to the rebels, especially when the rebels have already lost everything.

In other words, it's basically equivalent to suicide.

So, Moen told a lie that wasn't a lie, but with a smile:

"I am the pillar of the empire!"

In Baratheon, only members of the Seventh Duke's family would say such a thing.

The pillars of the empire?

One of the Seven Realms Dukes?

Although the Duke of Westeros was overthrown and the Westeros family no longer had a true successor, the title of the Seventh Duke of Westeros was not stripped away.

Therefore, the concept of the Seven Dukes still exists, but people of this era would subconsciously exclude the Dukes of Westeros when mentioning the Seven Dukes.

Porter didn't ask any more questions after he approached.

You have to wait until you have made achievements or worked hard.

"My lord, do you have any instructions?"

"You said you've got your hands on a group of scoundrels? Take me to see them."

"Yes, my lord!"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Potter, knowing he couldn't disembark, immediately took Moen to their encirclement.

He should have gone much earlier, but he didn't really want to go and capture those scoundrels.

So he used his authority to send his companions away so they could go ahead.

It's not that they're afraid of death; these scoundrels wouldn't have caused any trouble in the capital of Baratheon.

He felt that the Control Yuan's handling of those who desecrated corpses was too harsh.

They merely desecrated the sanctity of the dead and disturbed their peace; they did not kill the original owner.

According to the laws of the empire, there is no reason to execute him directly.

Furthermore, if the only punishment is to execute someone who is caught, a nobody like him wouldn't say much.

Crucially, as a member of the Sound Hunters and a powerful figure himself, he knew that many transmigrators, though supposedly hanged, were actually sent directly to the mansions of certain nobles and subjected to inhumane torture.