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　　 "A martial arts conference is held in J Yard..." Lott, in shock, brought up the screen with excitement and excitement.

"Ok......"

　　 In the screen, a group of people gather in the largest restaurant in Happy Street...the largest club hall.

　　 The scene looks very interesting, there are a lot of people, but basically they stand on the periphery with their arms crossed, and the whole presents an n-shape that wraps the big guys sitting on the chairs in the middle.

　　 Everyone looked at the two-story host platform in front, like a gathering of black and evil forces.

　　 On the slightly higher steps directly in front of them, stood a guy with a big waist and a microphone holding a microphone and wearing a suit.

　　 "Thank you to all guild leaders for being invited to attend this exchange meeting."

　　 On the host's full face, his facial features squeeze together to smile like a chrysanthemum.

　　 "Except for the individual presidents who are busy with things, the other 72 leaders of the big and small guilds were all present. This makes my little brother shine here, and I am grateful-everyone here tonight is all 20% off!"

　　 Lott in front of the screen listened for a while:

　　 J House was run by this guy, and he was still soliciting business in the name of the martial arts conference.

The guild leaders below each wore sunglasses, crossed their hands, leaned against the chairs, and nodded slightly. They were satisfied with this kid's performance. It would not work if he was free of charge. No money, how to show The big shots are extraordinary!

Lott saw Jill in the gang of heroes. This guy wore a suit like a big tail wolf. Although he is now a polished commander, he is at least a guild leader. This can be found in the guild system. The number, because of this alone, he is qualified to sit here as a big boss-even if he is at the bottom.

　　 "I have the honor to invite all the big brothers here today. First, I want to show the strength of our adventurers-you must be able to feel it. Lord Lord seems to have poured all resources into the next commercial street."

The host on the top started to talk endlessly, and the big guys below also nodded and communicated with each other. Lott, who was sitting in front of the screen, leaned on the chair with crossed hands and reached out to take the orange juice from Maria. Savour slowly.

"According to official statistics, the number of ordinary people who come over today directly surpasses adventurers. As more and more blocks are opened in the future, our existence of adventurers is gradually marginalized. The specific manifestation is that there is no more Novel equipment, monsters, elves, and even gold coins, so that we all have to drink northwest wind."

　　 The big guys all echoed after hearing it, and they began to worry about this issue.

　　 And Lott smiled silently after listening, and sipped the juice quietly. When Maria saw it, she leaned over and asked:

　　 "My lord, like they said, will you marginalize this group of adventurers in the future?"

　　 Lott shook his head slightly, looked at the screen and said:

　　 "The main body of the dungeon is still them, because the biggest source of energy is high-level adventurers."

　　 "Oh." Maria nodded blankly.

　　 The host in the picture is still holding the microphone and continuing to slobber at the bottom:

"Everyone does not know that the commercial street has already established a chamber of commerce when it opened on the first day today. Now that group of businessmen are so powerful that they have begun to ignore us adventurers. I think you all know that before. When we were outside, none of these grandsons couldn't nod and bow their heads when they saw us. Now here, relying on their lord's help to back them up, even the tone of speech has begun to turn sideways."

　　 Is your businessman drifting away, or am I a rascal who can't take a knife?

In the past, when blackmailing a group of merchants outside the dungeon, they could only pay money and obediently, but now it’s no longer possible. The gangster dared to blackmail and was immediately interrupted by the teleported MP. This is also the merchant who dared to straighten his waist. Talk to the gang of evil forces about the reason for choking.

　　 Times are different!

"So, this conference is held today to gather the strength of our guild, not to patronize the internal fighting and make the grandchildren too arrogant. We must let the lord know that whether it is the current chamber of commerce or what will happen in the future, we The Adventurer’s Guild will always have a place!"

"it is good!!"

　　 The big guys below each clapped their hands, and Jill, who was wearing sunglasses, was stunned for half a second before clapping his hands—he almost fell asleep.

　　 Lott looked at the boy with a bewildered look, smiled, and after changing his posture, he whispered:

　　 "The competition is the same everywhere. Even the various services of the same force will have a competitive relationship, like the air force looks down on the navy, and the navy looks down on the army. The navy, land, and air forces look down on the Marine Corps."

Lott paused when he talked about it. When the phantom next to him saw him, he quickly wanted to applaud, but then Maria stopped him with her eyes-although she didn't understand very much~www.readwn.com~, she knew that it was definitely not right now. When you applaud, you need to pay attention to the timing of flattering!

　　 "Competition is a good thing, but most incompetent idiots will let their subordinates sway each other, that is not called competition, that is called internal friction.

In order to prevent this group of gangsters from thinking, when the new song is released, the name is called Adventure Song. Although it is a bit vulgar, for this group of mercenaries, the more straightforward the name, the better. After all, if they are too advanced, their name is better. I don't think I can understand it. "

　　 "The wisdom of the adults is superb, and the subordinates admire him."

　　 After Maria finished speaking, she began to clap gently, and the ghost next to her hurriedly clapped her hands after seeing it.

　　‘Is there no one with a little thinking ability around me? ’

　　 Lott lowered his head and thought about it. Later, he would have an intersection with the lord who came from outside, and he, as the dungeon lord, had to remain mysterious, so it is not convenient to show his face. There must be a guy who can speak well.

　　 "In a few days, the lord of Caen City may come over." Lott said, "Maria, what do you think?"

　　 "For foreign affairs, it is not within the scope of my responsibility. Curtis has always been responsible for this."

When 　　 Lott heard this, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment: "Mimics, I almost forgot about it, um...he has been in a deep sleep, right?"

　　 "Yes, it was sealed by itself to reduce energy loss, do I need to wake it up now?"

"No, no need, it's not the time to use it, let's talk about it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Lott changed a lighter posture and looked at the martial arts conference on the screen. The host on the top was hitting the big guy below. After finishing the chicken blood, began to tell the real purpose of this meeting.

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