Alberke took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Lord Savile, explaining, "This is the list of helpers I found related to Fairbers' death, and there are quite a few rats in the territory!" ”

"That's all?" Epps glanced at it, and it wasn't much different from what he knew.

"No, these are just shallow hiding, and some of them haven't been exposed!" Alberke pointed to the last name on the list and asked,

"What comes to mind when you see this name?"

"Harvey?" Epps couldn't remember who this man was for a moment, but it was clear that he knew that there was such a person.

"Who is Harvey?"

"He's a steward of the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce's territorial branch, it's just a role, but the problem is the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce, I found a batch of grain in their warehouse, and some of it has even been sent to Connefila."

"What?!" Lord Epps was shocked, he hadn't received this news before,

"Did you check it out for yourself?"

"Yes, I checked it myself." Alberke also knew the seriousness of the matter, and the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce was naturally not worth mentioning, but it would certainly not be so simple to snatch food from Savile so blatantly.

"Humph!" A nameless fire ignited in Lord Epps's heart, although he knew that Fairbers's matter had nothing to do with the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce, but they jumped out so impatiently, did they really think he would turn a blind eye?

The basis of Savile's prosperity is its position as a food supply and material transit point in the border trading city of Connefila.

Aside from that, the Savile Territory is just an ordinary territory. If you dare to stretch out your hand in the grain trade, you must have the consciousness of being cut off.

In addition, it would not be cost-effective for the merchants to bypass the territory to provide food to Connefila, but if they did it anyway, there must be a greater interest driving them, or someone threatening them!

Epps thought about the Earnie Leader behind the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce, after several generations, the current lord is an archmage, who seems to be powerful, but in fact is not even as good as the Savile Lord.

It's just that in the core of the empire, spellcasters prefer to live in the territory of the Grand Arcanist, or Severington, and there are too few opportunities in other places to attract them, and the development of the territory is quite limited.

That's why there are various chambers of commerce, and if there is no chamber of commerce to make money, the lords will run away. Epps didn't think that such an Anli Territory could pose a threat to the territory, even if he was an archmage, he would not be his opponent when he came to the Savile Territory.

"Abck, you take someone to detain the grain first, and if anyone dares to defend it, they will be arrested together, and I will come back to deal with it." In terms of the core interests of the territory, the Lord of Epps did not hesitate at all, compared to the possible threat of the princess, the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce was really not worth mentioning.

If it weren't for the possibility that someone was behind it, Alberke wouldn't even mention it to him at this time.

With this in mind, Epps immediately cast a spell and signed the official order on a piece of parchment, leaving a personal imprint and giving it to Alberke.

"One more thing, until I come back, none of the people from the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce will let them leave the Eastern District."

"Yes." Alberke took the order, nodded solemnly, and,

"Sein asked me to tell you that the supplies needed to open up the Green Bead Forest have been prepared."

"Well, hard work for him. If nothing else, I'm leaving, the Arcane Federation has already reminded me twice! ”

"Okay, all hearts." Now almost everything in the territory is tied to Eps, and if something happens to him, Alberke can't imagine what the territory will become.

"I know, in addition to going to see His Excellency Olon this time, I am also going to go to that Da Rao's territory, the Arcane Competition, if no one comes, wouldn't it be very embarrassing." Ahem - Alberk was a little embarrassed, he was just a new arcanist, and it was really hard to hold an arcane competition in his name.

Just for the sake of the territory, he had to agree to Epps's proposal, fortunately, there was nothing new under the sun, even ordinary people could hold arcane competitions, at most they would be ridiculed.

…… After sending off Lord Epps, Alberke immediately teleported the barracks to inform Koyan, and the two personally led the team to deal with the Plantagenet Chamber of Commerce.

On the other side, the Lord of Epps, who had just walked out of the portal of the headquarters of the Arcane Confederation, was stopped by a young mage before he had time to take two steps.

"Master Eps, the mentor has been waiting for a long time, please follow me." The young mage led Epps out of the teleportation room, and after a few twists and turns, Epps finally saw the target of his trip, Archmage Orone.

"Lord Saville, we finally met!" Contrary to Epps's expectations, the Archmage did not blame him for Fairbers' death, but was kind and even a little overzealous.

Is he so indispensable to Her Royal Highness the Princess? This thought flashed through Epps's mind, but then it was denied,

"Your Excellency Orone, I am very sorry that you invited me last time I didn't have time until recently."

"Really?" The Aean Stone suspended above Archmage Oron emitted a crisp hum and suddenly changed its trajectory, and the archmage had a smile on his face.

"It's good to come, I've been waiting for this for a long time." Although the archmage had a friendly attitude, the gap between the archmage and the ordinary mage was very restrained, and he didn't dare to answer casually, so he could only follow the topic and ask: "Your Excellency Orlong's last ancestor's glory, I don't know what it means?" Archmage Oron didn't answer the question directly, but instead changed the subject,

"Epps, what do you think of the Empire?" What about the Empire? Epps's heart was full of questions, this question should not be asked to him, he was just a lord, just an archmage's question, but he had to answer,

"The empire is growing stronger!"

"Hehe, do you know how long the empire hasn't opened up new territories?"

"This—" Epps knew, but didn't say it.

"It's been nearly a hundred years!" Archmage Oron came out for him,

"The last frontier was the Savile Territory, do you still think the empire is getting stronger and stronger?" Immediately afterward, the Archmage continued,

"70 years ago, the color-resistant scroll was stolen, but until now, we know where it is, but we can't get it back, how long will it take for you to grow stronger?" Epps was silent, the theft of the color-resistant scroll was the deepest pain for the color-resistant people.

Seventy years ago, any color-resistant person, even a farmer, could come to the Arcane Federation in Severton to read color-resistant scrolls, but since one set was stolen, the conditions for reading color-resistant scrolls have not been so simple.

First of all, the reader must have at least 10 cast levels, and secondly, there must be a recommendation from an archarcanist, or multiple archmages, otherwise you will have to wait until you become an archmage.

Epps hadn't seen the Color-Resistant Scrolls, and if he had read the Color-Resistant Scrolls in advance, he might have been able to advance to the Arcanist.