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Chapter 97 Worry
"There is a martial arts conference in J Courtyard." Lott was shocked and called up the screen with excitement and excitement.

"Um"

In the picture, a group of people gathered in the lobby of the largest restaurant and the largest club in Happy Street.

The scene looked quite interesting. There were a lot of people, but most of them were standing on the outside with their arms crossed. The whole thing formed an N-shape, wrapping the big guys sitting on the chairs in the middle.

Everyone looked towards the hosting platform with two steps in front, like a gathering of evil forces.

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

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

On the host's face, which was full of sinister features, the facial features were squeezed together like a chrysanthemum in a smile.

"Except for the respective guild leaders who are busy with their affairs, all the leaders of the other 72 large and small guilds were present, which made this place flourish and I am very grateful—everyone will get a 8% discount on their expenses here tonight!"

Lott in front of the screen was stunned for a while:
This guy opened the J Academy, and he is still using the name of the martial arts conference to solicit business.

The guildmasters below each wore sunglasses, crossed their hands, and leaned on their chairs. They nodded slightly, indicating that they were satisfied with this boy's performance - it would definitely not be possible to ask him to pay all the fees. If he didn't spend money, how could he show it? The shots of the big guys are extraordinary!
Lott saw Gil among this group of heroes. This guy wore a suit and looked like a big-tailed wolf. Although he was now a polished commander, at least he was still a guild president. This could be found in the guild system. No., based on this alone, he is qualified to sit here as a boss—even though he is at the bottom of the list.

"Today, I am honored to invite all the big brothers here, because I want to show the strength of us adventurers—you must be able to feel that the lord seems to have poured all the resources into the commercial street next door."

The host above started talking non-stop, and the bosses below were nodding and communicating with each other. Lott, who was sitting in front of the screen, also crossed his hands and leaned on the chair, reaching out to take the orange juice from Maria. Savor it slowly.

"The official statistics show that the number of ordinary people who come here today directly overwhelms the adventurers. As more and more blocks are opened in the future, the existence of our adventurers is gradually marginalized. The specific manifestation is that we no longer appear Novelty gear, monsters, elves, even gold coins, so we'll all have to drink Mistral."

After hearing this, the bosses echoed each other, and they also began to worry about this issue.

After hearing this, Lott smiled silently and sipped the juice quietly. When Maria saw it, she leaned over and asked:

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

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

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

"Oh." Maria nodded expressionlessly.

The host in the picture is still holding the microphone and continuing to spit:

"You all don't know that the Chamber of Commerce has already been established on the first day of business in the commercial street. Now the businessmen are so powerful that they have begun to ignore us adventurers. I believe you all know that in the past, When we were outside, any of these grandsons would nod and bow when they saw us, but now here, relying on the support of the lord, even the tone of their speech has begun to become sloppy."

Is it you, the businessman, who has drifted away, or is it that I, the gangster, can no longer hold the knife?
When blackmailing those merchants outside the dungeon before, they could only pay the money and submit obediently, but now it’s no longer possible. If the hooligans dare to blackmail, their legs are immediately broken by the teleported MP. This is why the merchant dared to straighten his back The reason for confronting these evil forces.

Times have changed!
"So, the purpose of holding this meeting today is to gather the strength of our guild, and not to patronize internal fighting and make those grandchildren too arrogant. We need to let the lord know that no matter if it is the current chamber of commerce or what will happen in the future, we will The Adventurer's Guild will always have a place!"

"it is good!!"

The bosses below all clapped their hands. Gil, who was wearing sunglasses, was stunned for half a second and hurriedly clapped his hands too - he almost fell asleep.

Lott looked at the boy's befuddled face, smiled, changed his posture, and said softly:

"Competition is the same everywhere. Even the various services of the same power will have a competitive relationship. For example, the Air Force looks down on the Navy, and the Navy looks down on the Army. The Navy, Army, and Air Force look down on the Marine Corps."

Lot paused for a while when he said this. Seeing the phantom next to him, he immediately wanted to applaud, but then Maria stopped him with his eyes—although she didn't understand it very well, she knew that now is definitely not the time to applaud. Pay attention to timing!

"Competition is a good thing, but most incompetent fools will make their subordinates fight each other, that's not competition, it's internal friction.

In order not to let these hooligans think about it, when the new song is released, it will be called Adventure Song. Although it is a bit vulgar, for this group of mercenaries, the more straightforward the name, the better. After all, if it is too profound, their I don't think I can understand it. "

"My lord's wisdom is superb, which makes my subordinates admire."

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

'Isn't there a guy around who has a little bit of thinking ability? '

Lott lowered his head and thought, in the future there will be intersections with the lords who come from outside, and as the dungeon lord, he had better remain mysterious, so it is not convenient to show his face in public, he must have a guy who can speak well.

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

"For diplomatic matters, it is not within my scope of responsibility. This has always been the responsibility of Curtis."

When Lott heard it, he suddenly showed a face of enlightenment: "The mimic, I almost forgot about it, um. He has been in a deep sleep, hasn't he?"

"Yes, it was sealed by itself in order to reduce the loss of energy. Do I need to wake it up now?"

"No, no need, it's not the time to use it yet, let's talk about it tomorrow." Lott changed his posture to look at the martial arts conference on the screen, and the host above was calling the boss below. After finishing the chicken blood, start to tell the real purpose of this meeting.

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