The Shield of Sluder was delivered by the pilot himself, which was beyond Lorraine's expectations.

After all, after learning about the orthopedic gossip of the Morgan family from Henna, Lorraine regarded this unknown Mr. Arthas as the clone of Susan Morgan.

His work should be more hidden in the dark, such as disguising as a pilot to contact, confirming Lorraine's identity or smuggling operations like Kenway back then, rather than showing up like now, even delivering and debt collection.

In Lorraine's opinion, using a brother who was so deadly on the surface was a waste of resources.

At 2 pm, the carriage carrying the pilot Mr. entered Pier 17 villa, and brought Lorraine the list of the second auction and the Shield of Slude that he won in the morning.

Lef solemnly took the shield over, and then ran away.

The pilot was stunned by the side: "President Drake, my kindness moved me. But Morgan believes in your integrity and strength, auction gold, etc., there is no need to be so anxious..."

"Do you think Leif went to the vault?" Lorraine looked strange. "Although the vault is counting the auction gold, it is the job of the accounting room. Leif will not go there, his destination is probably a boat."

"Boat? Valkyri?"

"If I remember correctly, he got a good piece of white rhino leather before setting sail, which was made from Africa."

"Skinned?" Speaking of this, the pilot had no idea. With the host's qualities, he solemnly reminded Lorraine, "President Drake, although it is your right to deal with the items, I still want to remind you that rotten cortex will damage the metal surface. From the perspective of a collection, the Shield of Sluder is not suitable for skinning."

"The angle of the collection?" Lorraine smiled, "Sir, the warrior will only give his life to the weapon at all costs, but will not be so generous to a collection, even if it fits with his own beliefs."

"Weapon?" The pilot was stunned. "Did you take a picture of this shield for?"

"It was a weapon that Lef was interested in, and it would probably be replaced by her soon. Because Lef had even named it, from the custom of the Vikings, it would be given a soul."

"I see……"

The gold pounds that had been counted were carried up in a large wooden box. The pilot asked the accompanying waiter to check, and handed over the money and seals in front of both parties.

The pilot offered his farewell, and Lorraine smiled and sent him to the door of the villa: "I originally wanted to invite Mr. to have lunch tea, but Mr. seems to have other things to be busy with, so I won't be able to force myself."

The pilot also laughed: "If you are entrusted by someone, middle-level employees like me can only be worthy of the salary entrusted by their employers if they are entrusted to themselves. Thanks to the President for his high regard and kindness, but I really don't enjoy the afternoon spare."

"That's a pity."

"No regrets, didn't Morgan prepare afternoon entertainment for the president long ago?"

"The second auction?" Lorraine seemed to remember this incident. "Sorry, there is nothing in the next lot that will make me excited, so I will probably stay in the villa this afternoon."

"You don't attend?" The pilot was shocked just right.

Lorraine shook her head: "Don't participate."

"That's so regretful." After sighing, the pilot gave a farewell.

Lorraine's farewell stayed in the entrance hall and was not really delivered to the door.

"Mr. Pilot, I have known each other for two days, and I don't seem to know what to call you yet." Lorraine suddenly asked.

"Kin." The pilot blurted out his answer, "Alsace King, I am the executive manager of the Shelter Villa Auction."

"Alsace...Kin."

...

The core of the second auction was handicrafts. Among the 18 items, there were three gems, two gold pieces, and four knitted pieces. The rest were all porcelain and ceramics. As Lorraine said, he was not interested in all of the above, although that was not the main reason for his absence at the auction.

At around 4 pm, at the moment when the main venue hit the second auction, Harry and Ryan, who had been running for more than five hours, finally came back. Before they even had time to take a breath, Aidre was directly taken to Valkyrie's conference room by waiting.

"Pier 21 was off the island half an hour ago, and the building was empty, and the action was rushed. Perhaps it was because of our investigation as hostility," said Harry.

Back to 11:30 am, after receiving Lorraine's unlimited funding commitment, Harry and Ryan took 3,000 pounds from Sharon and began their investigation with two clever sailors.

Harry didn't take this matter too much because he worked in a unique professional intelligence agency and was also a well-deserved leader in the agency.

In other words, he is a professional, and his past experiences have brought him absolute confidence, believing that the only things that can prevent him from obtaining information in this world are funds and God.

Lorraine is worthy of being the perfect boss in tens of thousands of people. She untie his restraint in just one sentence. Now, there is no existence except God that can prevent him from pursuing the truth. He is so confident.

Who knew that the seemingly useless confidentiality measures of the Morgan Chamber of Commerce were actually extremely solid to overcome. The reason for the solidity was not the human being, but the asymmetry of the intelligence deliberately created.

Harry and Ryan hit a wall everywhere.

They carefully sorted out all their experiences from landing on the island to participating in the first auction, and agreed that they wanted to secretly dig out the background of the No. 18 box. The first key figure was to guide the attendants in the box for the guests.

For this reason, they bribed four people, spent about 1,000 pounds, and finally found the guide of the No. 18 box before the end of the first auction.

It was 12:05 at that time.

But the result...

There were 10 people in the private room group and were asked to wait in the main venue square before the auction began.

They do not assign guidance tasks in advance, but are responsible for confirming the qualifications of guests in order, selecting vacant private rooms for tasks, and bringing guests to the scene.

In short, guidance is double random, and the waiter neither knows who he will receive or where he will take them before receiving the guests.

The professional's first attempt failed, and it cost a full pound 1,500 to enter a dead end.

Harry began to feel the danger.

He and Ryan scrutinized the information more carefully, and eventually skipped the messenger shift that might have known the guest's intelligence and targeted the pilot.

It was much more difficult to enter the pilot flight than to open the attendant class at the main venue. Harry contacted his cousin Pier 3 through the 500 pound informant, and found Pier 3 pilot through the foreman. After two hours, he finally bribed the deputy squad leader of the pilot flight.

At 2:25 pm, Harry still didn't know which dock the person in the No. 18 box corresponded to, but enough money allowed him to control his informant, so he easily convinced the No. 18 guide to stand in front of the deputy squad leader of the pilot flight.

The information finally corresponded. The guests in the No. 18 room stayed at Pier 21 and did not enter the port until 7:40 am today. It was already past 8 o'clock when they checked in the villa, and even the person who delivered the list was unable to meet them officially.

Harry finally bribed the pilot at Pier 21. According to the pilot, the one entering the port was a Brittanese armed merchant ship from the Haderinger Chamber of Commerce in Sweden. The ship was in good condition, but the posture of entering the port was poor, which left a deep impression.

At 3:20 pm, Harry and Ryan rushed to Pier 21. They planned to bribe several sailors on the ship to find out the identity of the target, but when they arrived at Pier 21, they saw the Brigentine ship slowly leaving the port and sailing away.

No one was left at the dock and the villa. The warehouse was full of supplies. The vault below the villa was wide open. Ryan even swept out more than thirty pounds in the corner, fully demonstrating the hasty moments when the owner left.

At the end of the report, Sieg sighed regretfully, and looked up and found that everyone on Drake's side had their eyebrows furrowed.

She couldn't help but be stunned: "Sorry, did the idiot Harry find some amazing information that I didn't tell?"

Carmen looked at Lorraine, saw Lorraine nodding, and explained: "The Swedish Hadlinger Chamber of Commerce is one of the members of the Hundred Merchant Association, headquartered in Copenhagen, and the introducer is President Ramos Pidick of Drake's European Branch."

"She is not a powerful chamber of commerce. She has no more than ten armed merchant ships under her name, and her cash flow is less than ten thousand pounds. As far as we know, there are not many people in her network of relations with politics. The highest status is Mr. Piddick, a member of the Kingdom of Scotland, who is Ramos' uncle."

Sieger heard what Carmen said implicitly.

The Hadlinger Chamber of Commerce was very close to the Drake Chamber of Commerce, with limited strength and no ability or reason to participate in the sheltered villa auction, and it was even more impossible to spend 18,000 pounds to bid for a meaningless shield facing the Chamber of Commerce.

Their identities are fake, so those who pretend to be fake are the great pirates who disappeared in Boston, the Berserker Vikings Bonett.

"Have the mouse finally exposed its tail..." Lorraine touched her chin, "The question is, what are they planning, and who is informing them?"
Chapter completed!