The royal capital, the old town, the gray stone streets.

The Kingdom Intelligence Department is located on this slightly dilapidated street, and no one will believe that this ordinary two-story stone building in front of them is the famous Kingdom Intelligence Department.

In the No. 3 file room of the Intelligence Department, Elvis let go of the thick stack of files in his hand and said with a gloomy face: "Boy Morey, you can pretend to be good!" Just a Working church that occupies the Emerald City, you dare to sweep my face? ”

The Royal Capital Intelligence Department is directly responsible to the three royal families, collecting all the information of the nobles in the territory around the clock, and the degree of collection will vary from the importance of the target. A shabby lord who barely survived by selling his ancestral property might just need to pay attention to whether he was alive every other year, while an earl who wielded military and political power, the bigwigs of the Holy Spear City, were eager to know how much he ate and what wine he drank every day, and what posture he used to applaud when he stayed at that lover's house at night.

Even because of the difference in this treatment, the nobles will unconsciously bring this information when they compare with each other.

If anyone says what kind of manor there are in the family and how many slaves they have in the second generation of nobles, they will be laughed at by those royal capitals when they arrive in the royal capital, and they will feel lo, but if someone inadvertently says, "I don't know as much about my father as the intelligence officers in Room 2", then the distance between them will definitely be shortened instantly, and in their minds, this is the real noble.

Some people even bribed the head of the Intelligence Agency to take the initiative to raise their attention level, so that these nicknamed "black dogs" could not cry or laugh.

Toiray's blessing and Morey's information is quite detailed, and a series of recent events such as the Battle of Dagger Bay, the Honour Revenge of the Church of Waukin, and even the assassination of Morey are clearly documented.

Ordinary people really can't get these internal information, but Elvis is not an ordinary person, the No. 2 person in the Holy Spear Kingdom of the Alchemy Union, this is already a big man who is no less than an ordinary Earl of strength.

Although Morey is a nobleman, he is just a baron, and it is said that he was abandoned by the Faist family, so they naturally know which is more important.

If Morey really had something really going backstage, Elvis would have muttered a few words at most, but when he learned that Morey's background was not worth mentioning to him, he became even angrier than before.

"A skinny fox squirrel dares to bare its teeth at a dragon?!"

Holding back his anger, Elvis returned to the headquarters of the Alchemy Guild in the Trade Zone in a carriage.

"Elvis, just now I received a commendation from the headquarters for our Holy Spear Branch, last quarter's alchemy potion, whether it was sales or profit margins, we were far away from the stupid people of the Dongwei Branch!"

As soon as he entered the gate of the headquarters, Pumiro Gilson greeted him, grabbed Elvis's hands, and shook them vigorously.

"Lord, all of this is naturally because of your leadership, we can achieve such results!" Master Elvis, who was still still on a rainy day on his face, suddenly turned into a warm spring breeze, and shook Pumiro's strength gently and forcefully in a soft tone.

"This is a letter of commendation to us, I am going to see His Majesty the King today, you will read it to all your colleagues in the Alchemy Guild when the time comes, and everyone will be happy and happy!"

With that, Pumiro handed Elvis a scroll of letters in the style of a golden sheepskin scroll.

After another false politeness, Elvis successfully sent the elder away.

"Your Excellency!" In Elvis's office, a person was waiting in the room early.

Elvis wasn't surprised why Marda was waiting here, the director in charge of the southern affairs of the Holy Lance had been running to his office a lot in the past two days!

"Those southern nobles are quite sensible, and the alchemy potion quota for the next quarter will be increased by 10% according to the original agreement!" Elvis was in a much better mood now than he was just now, and even the southern nobles were wiped out, knowing that Marda had been running for two days without even getting a word of accuracy.

Although he said just now that the credit was all because of the wise leadership of the decrepit Pumiro, Elvis had already replaced the "Holy Spear Branch" in the letter of praise with "Elvis" in his heart.

Without his arguments, would those southern nobles be relented? Without his strategizing and seizing the timing of the epidemic, how could an ordinary bottle of [Disease Elixir] be sold for a high price of 1,000 gold coins!

Looking at Marda, who couldn't hide her joy, Elvis naturally thought of the kid who was far away in the Far East.

"Humph!" Elvis was about to slap the table, but when he saw the letter of praise spread out on the table, he had to snort.

Elvis naturally couldn't kill back right away, so it didn't seem that he had retreated before because he was afraid of him? Fortunately, I have another way!

"Go and get me the Som who is in charge of the sales of Far Eastern Pharmaceuticals!"

"Yes!" The servant at the door answered, and the footsteps faded away.

Red Leaf Castle, the castle lord's mansion.

"Young master, young master?"

Morey was dazed when he heard someone shouting to him, and when he opened his eyes, it was Corey standing in front of him.

"Huh?" Morey's voice was mosquitoy, yesterday he finally settled Dakisas and his people, gave enough supplies and reaped a large wave of faith power, and he didn't even have time to take off his clothes when he teleported back, so he lay down on the bed tiredly.

"Corey, ha, what are you looking for me!" Morey couldn't help but yawn, he slept too comfortably this night, and he couldn't bear to leave the Green Dragon Holy Land.

"Young Master, have you forgotten? Let me remind you before, looking for Green today? Corey didn't see his young master's behavior that did not conform to the image of the nobleman, and still reminded loyally.

Hearing the word "Green", Morey suddenly woke up, he rolled over, got out of bed, grabbed Corey, and ran to the door.

"Quick! Hurry up and find him! ”

Green, who had been called back by Corey to wait in the hall on the first floor, was grabbed by Morey before he could say hello after seeing Morey, and came to a conservatory that had just been built in the garden.

"Look!" Morey excitedly pulled Green directly to the only wooden table in the conservatory.

Facing the leaves of different shapes and colors on the wooden table, Green was a little unsure of the city lord's thoughts, whether he wanted to make dyes or prepare to develop spices?

"Green, do you want to enter the legend?" Morey asked in a mysterious whisper as he pulled Green aside mysteriously.

"Huh?"