Huh? Are they all real?.

They are all sheet music.

She knew that the genuine works she sold to her would be difficult to resell, so she simply kept them for herself. After all, they were genuine works, just obviously fake.

Okay, so that's where you were waiting for me.

However, she also knew her limits; what she wanted was not only music she liked, but also harmless sheet music.

Frankly speaking, if it were any other chamber of commerce, they would probably be buying everything at the original price or even at a markup.

But that's precisely why I chose to join the Eastern Chamber of Commerce.

Because they are really just doing business with themselves, not investing or scheming.

This is both good and bad.

After rubbing his temples, Moen said:

“I have a nice sheet music that I think Miss Benalana would really like.”

"I wonder what kind of musical score it is?"

"It was a gift from the Eternal King to one of the Golden Flower Lords. I won't go into details; just consider it a surprise."

Was it a gift from the Eternal King to one of the Golden Flower Lords, or a musical score?!

Could it be the legendary Sonnet No. 18?!

But isn't this thing supposed to be in that emperor's divine kingdom?

People only know that it exists and has a general origin, but they are unclear about other details such as specific content.

"I... if I may ask, it's not Sonnet No. 18, is it?"

The one by Shakespeare? I think I copied it before.

But those are love poems, what does she have to do with sheet music?

And I remember I put that thing away in a box.

Who found this for me?

Go through the relics of the Eternal King?

Because of the unexpected discrepancy, Moen was also a bit confused.

"No, it's not."

"Then that's alright. So where's your sheet music?"

"here."

It's nothing other than a lullaby that almost everyone in Moen's hometown has heard.

To celebrate the birth of her friend's child, Moen gave the baby as a gift.

"A strange melody, but, well, not bad, really not bad. I think Miss would be very happy to buy this sheet music. I can give you an estimate of the price."

Moen interrupted the other party directly:

"Just give me ten ancient Cosmic coins and this."

Moen handed the other person a piece of paper with only one word on it.

"Demon's blood? Sir, that's not something you can get your hands on."

Although it only requires the blood of a demon, rather than a specific demon or its rank.

But this is still not easy, since the connection between the Abyss and the mortal world has become very weak after Saint Constantine.

The vast majority of the current stock of information about demons comes from abandoned places with extremely inaccessible transportation.

The saints' followers, led by the Redemption Witch, have been hunting demons over there.

"It's not easy to get, but you definitely have it, and you and I both know it's worth it."

The lobby manager did not give a direct answer:

"I'll contact Miss/Sir right away and get back to you as soon as possible."

Soon, the lobby manager brought back Benalana's response:

“Sir, the young lady has agreed to your deal. Here are your ten ancient gold coins, and the demon blood you requested, at the young lady's behest, we have already collected eleven liters.”

"It should be delivered to you tonight."

"Only eleven liters?"

"Sir, this is all the stock we've emptied of Baratheon and the surrounding areas!"

"I don't mean to blame you, I just feel that times have indeed changed."

Eleven liters, still demon blood without a specified type or rank.

And they certainly wouldn't give themselves the blood of a high-ranking demon.

It sounds like a lot, but in Constantine's time, any decent-sized shop could probably put together that much.

Because at that time, the abyss truly ravaged the world.

"Times have changed, sir."

"These are all the achievements of Saint Constantine!"

The lobby manager also made a couple of remarks.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, this is what we should do."

The lobby manager clearly thought Moen was referring to a deal.

-

Inside the Stone Fortress.

Almost everyone in the Lion family who had any influence gathered in the hall.

However, despite being called a hall, it's really just a slightly larger room.

After all, if it weren't compact, the fortress conceived by the first duke of the Lion family might have become a joke.

They weren't like Moen; they had absolutely no idea how those amazing ancient artifacts were made.

They just happened to find a little bit, and then figured out how to use it.

As the guests arrived, the knights at the Lion's Gate removed their crossed ceremonial swords.

The old lion, from afar, opened his arms wide, laughing heartily, and hugged him.

"Great Lord Hassank Iman, I have finally been waiting for your arrival!"

Hassank, the former Chancellor of the Leuman Empire, also laughed heartily and opened his arms to greet him.

"I am also honored to be invited to this magnificent fortress. I'm not the first foreigner to arrive here, am I?"

“That’s right, Lord Hassank, you are indeed the first foreign guest to visit this place.”

"We won without shedding a drop of blood!"

Hassank made a joke, and the two burst into laughter again.

In a corner of the hall, a shadow behind the jester looked at the laughing old lion and shook his head with pity:

"It seems they have forgotten what I said to his ancestors when I showed them great mercy."

"You have this kind of relationship with the Lion Family?"

The shadow chuckled and said:

"You don't know too much."

When foreigners are welcomed into your fortress, your bloodline will come to a comical end.

This prophecy was not obtained by the first duke of the Lion House, but by the founder of the Lion House.

Chapter 67 Never hold a grudge against a dead person, even if they are alive.

Clearly, the Lion family has long forgotten His admonition.

They may not even have considered why their ancestors, who were clearly nobles, never entertained foreign guests in their family.

The jester shook his head and said:

"So, am I not a foreigner too?"

The shadow sneered:

"Do you think you were welcomed in? Please, you're a prophet too. How can you expect to rise through the ranks if you don't pay attention to such minute details?"

The jester frowned. Not at the shadow, but at himself.

The prophet's attitude towards prophecy differs at each stage.

The lower the level of divination, the less attention is paid to the wording of prophecies, because their position dictates that prophecies are likely to be problematic in themselves.

For them, nitpicking over wording is incredibly stupid.

Those of higher orders must be extremely careful with every word, because their position will not produce false prophecies; the only question is whether they themselves can interpret them correctly.

I'm about to become a Sequence Two angel, so I must change this wrong attitude.

Even now, he was still a little dazed, wondering if he had really come to this point.

At first, he just wanted to prove the point against the three shadows that had been cursing and vilifying his life.

The old lion over there was still pouring out his heart to the old lion.

"My friend, I have been longing to see you day and night, and now you have finally arrived."

"Let's talk in the study."

"I have a lot to say to you."

The old lion seemed very happy; he was genuinely happy.

If Hassank comes, then there will definitely be no problem this time.

He used to hate the Westeros family as much as he now likes them.

Therefore, upon learning that the lost princess had finally been found in the Southern Territory, he immediately sent her a precious crown.

That's great, really great. Thank goodness that guy in Westeros has a daughter hiding outside.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to break out of the Lion family's predicament.

The worst outcome between the Southern Territory and the Empire is that the Southern Territory will become independent.

Ideally, the Southern Territory would go to war directly with the Empire!

After all, the nobles who survived Westeros would not accept all of this so easily.

During the great purge back then, even though he knew that the Lion family, who were also among the Seven Dukes, could not be wiped out by him directly.

He was still afraid of the daily list of deaths that had to be published.

They were afraid that this madman was really crazy enough to want to pick one of the remaining six men to make an example of.

There's no way around it; he's the only one in all of Baratheon's and the surrounding area's history who would go to such lengths to kill the aristocracy.

Fortunately, he is dead.

And even twenty years after his death, he dealt this empire a heavy blow.

Thinking about this, the old lion even suspected that this guy had deliberately hidden his daughter for twenty years in order to make Baratheon completely break down.

No, no, that's just too outrageous.

But it seems possible that this was something he made before he died.

After all, if he had sent his daughter to the Southern Territory back then, war would have definitely broken out, but the main force of the war would have been his Southern Territory.

After all, during that period, the Leuman Empire, the only neighboring country qualified to be an enemy of this empire, had been completely defeated by him.

Their sixth uncle was practically dead.

His faction's high-ranking members were also wiped out in the capital.