Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 79 The Future of Twilight Town
"Is he competent? When I met him half a year ago, he was still a level 4 ranger. This kid is too stubborn. In order to pursue the most perfect advancement, he has never chosen to upgrade his level."

Sarayan couldn't help but doubt when he heard this.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Weishala, who was silent with her long hair covering her face: "Did you two fight against each other yesterday, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything, and I can't see the specific strength yet." Wei Shala said lightly, staring at the reflection of the marble tabletop.

"Ha ha!"

The savage Gehao glanced at Weishala, couldn't help but sneered, and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt Sarayang's unfriendly gaze, he immediately shut up obediently and remained silent.

"I don't feel anything? Huh! I think it's a defeat, so it's hard to tell." The elf bard with light green short hair played with the small dagger in his hand, and said eccentrically.

"Damn it! You green-haired licking dog can't lick it, and you finally jumped over the wall and learned to bite people?" Just as the elf bard finished speaking, the savage personality Hao hurriedly answered and exclaimed.

"Oh, what a fuss, am I comfortable wearing the remaining broken shoes?" The elf bard chuckled, and winked at Gehao.

"Of course it's comfortable. After five centimeters, it's all new!" Ge Hao smiled and looked at him with mocking eyes.

"Do you two think I don't exist?"

Sarayan tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart and keep his tone calm.

The two quarreling and bickering stared at each other fiercely, and shut up obediently.

"Horat, since you think this method is feasible, then Thorne's work will be done by you. With the relationship between the two of you, he should be very happy to help."

Sarayan's expression eased, he looked at Horat and nodded in satisfaction.

"I think it's up to you to say, personal friendship is personal friendship, but I don't want to use these things to involve interests. After all, we belong to different forces, don't we?"

Horat put his hands on the table, played with the long white hair on his forehead with his right hand, smiled at Sarajan, and retorted.

Sarayan was stunned for a moment, showing a look of surprise, and smiled: "Okay, I will invite you in person later."

"When are you going to leave?"

"Of course, the sooner the better, it will be around twelve o'clock tonight."

"Then it's hard work for you. In order to improve the success rate of this assassination mission, before you do it, I will help you first." Sarayang thought for a while and then turned his head and said:
"Master Deadwood, how many crows you have domesticated can be used normally."

"31." The druid man smiled and replied seriously.

"Very good." Sarayan nodded, then looked diagonally across to a dwarf man covered in a black cloak and said softly:

"Brother Gerbao, how much fire glue has been made from the materials sent by Stallman Town a few days ago?"

"These viscous liquids are too easy to spontaneously ignite, and it takes time to refine them. There are only 27 bottles that can be used."

The dwarf Gerbao who was hidden in the cloak replied with a hoarse voice.

"It's okay, don't worry, take your time, wait until the spring of next year, I will definitely take you to the Temple of Knowledge in Winter City, and ask the high-ranking priest to restore your face to its original state with magic."

Sarayan looked softly at the dwarf and comforted him softly.

"I'm used to it. You should put the safety of Twilight Town first." The dwarf Gerbao pulled his hood down and said hoarsely.

Sarayan looked at the dwarf apologetically, and said to Master Deadwood:
"At twelve o'clock tonight, I will trouble you, old man, to direct those crows so that each of them carries a bottle of blazing glue, and then throw them at the place where the debris is most concentrated in the Gnoll camp."

"Horat, all you need to do is to act immediately when the first bottle of Blazing Glue causes chaos."

"Understood!" Deadwood Master and Horat responded at the same time.

"If all goes well for Horat's trip, then we plan to launch a general attack on the Gnoll camp in the Moonlight Forest at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, and fight a beautiful counterattack. Is there a problem?"

Sarayan stood up from his seat and looked around everyone with piercing eyes.

"No problem!" Everyone said in unison.

"I hope you can do what you say." Sarayang sighed deeply.

"Visala, how is that female sorceress doing?" Sarayan then changed the subject and asked Visala.

"It's not ideal. I still can't figure out what she's thinking, so I can only take my time." Wei Shala shook her head slightly.

"It's not that troublesome, you just ask her directly what requirements she needs, and try to meet them as much as possible. A high-level warlock can still play a very important role in Twilight Town."

"You men like to pursue results when doing things, but we women pay more attention to the process, so you don't understand women at all. Don't use your way of doing things to point fingers, I know it well."

Vesala stroked her hair, raised her head and rolled her eyes at Sarajan, and said calmly.

"Okay, then you can figure it out." Sarayang replied helplessly with a wry smile.

Then Sarayan cleared his throat, put his hands on the table, supported his whole body, and showed a pretty smile to everyone:
"Although the cloud of gnolls surrounds Twilight Town, making people breathless, we still have a few things to be thankful for in Twilight Town. Let me share with you today."

When everyone heard the words, they all looked at Sarayang who was standing there with curious eyes.

"After the continuous improvement of the dead wood master, we have successfully developed the first white paper by using the combination of shadow tree fiber and improved papermaking technology.

I believe this kind of tough and moisture-resistant paper will be very popular in the kingdoms south of the Sea of ​​Glory, and it is likely to be one of the sources of income for our Twilight Town in the future.

At the same time, the batch domestication of dire rabbits and dire chickens has gradually made good progress. If the plan is successful, then the fur of dire rabbits and the eggs of dire chickens will gradually be mass-produced. "

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After Sarayan finished speaking, he paused, slammed the marble table and said sharply:

"So, I hope that you can unite as one, instead of letting me be here all day like coaxing children, watching you intrigue every day."

"Okay, let's all go back and prepare, arrange our own manpower, and let's end the meeting!"

Sarajan waved his hand to signal everyone to leave, and then his burly body leaned back on the chair weakly.

"Salted Fish Hotel, VIP room No. 3, it's best to go there before noon, otherwise he may leave early."

Horat walked up to Sarajan to remind him, and left quickly after seeing him nodding slightly.

"Ugh!"

Feeling the footsteps of everyone leaving, looking at the empty marble table in front of him, Sarayan stared blankly at the ceiling and sighed deeply.

"Old friend, you seem to be very preoccupied. You look like a late old man at the moment." Garald walked up to Sarayan and spoke slowly.

"Yeah, I don't know how many people will die this time, the cemetery in Twilight Town has been expanded three times in just one year, driving away the gnolls and dealing with the lizardmen in the bottomless swamp.

As for them, all of them are still so proud and arrogant, and they all think that they are the protagonists of this world. It is too tiring to integrate these guys together. I regret that I didn't listen to Carlos's suggestion. "

A bitter smile curled up on Sarayan's mouth.

"Great work depends not on strength but on patience. You have really done a good job, so don't give up lightly."

Garrod touched the two hideous scars on his face that stretched from the center of his eyebrows to the left and right cheeks, and patted Sarayan's broad shoulders heavily and comforted him.

(End of this chapter)