The happy days didn't last long.

Friday, it was supposed to be a pleasant Friday.

But, on this day, the goblins did one more thing that made this Friday unpleasant.

They broke with thousands of years of tradition, correcting it———

On this day, for the second time, they broke with thousands of years of tradition.

'New' weekly magazine - Goblin Friday Special.

Sold for only, 33 silver coins.

What are you waiting for?!

It's 50 copper plates cheaper than Monday's issue of Goblin Weekly.

Although, there are a few intelligent people who speculate with suspicion that these green-skinned traitors will use the pages of old magazines that have been 'cut'.

But, who can refuse the 78th edition?!

Maybe the 78th edition was moved to Friday's special issue, maybe not!

So, whether you see through the goblins or not.

For various reasons, everyone bought Goblin's new issue of "Friday Special".

The first headline turned out to be the various developments of the Wizards' Guild.

Trust an ancient organization that worships the goddess of magic.

For a long time, they have spread all over the three major human empires.

If each branch contributes a little bit of topic, their association will definitely be able to support 10 pages!

When the magic president opened the newspaper in his office in the morning, he couldn't react.

Stunned, he summoned the acting vice-president and asked them how much they had bribed the goblins to buy ten pages.

Actually, what Chairman Kim really cares about is whether they need to eat dirt in the second half of the year!?

Funds, the funds of the guild...... No, I should ask, do they still have the funds for such a thing?!

The acting vice president was directly stunned.

…… He didn't spend any money.

Didn't spend money...... Right?

……

To the south of the world map, the continent of Kinzera, known as the forbidden zone for humans.

The Shandori Floating City, the main venue of the Floating City Club, floats over the continent.

At this time, Shandolera is extremely "lively".

One after another, the great arcanists who are famous in all directions and who sit in those floating cities arrive through the portals of the spell system.

They strode forward, full of momentum, but hurried.

The soft fabric of the mage robes on the bodies of these big men was blown by the wind they brought with them as they walked.

Extremely flamboyant.

Notice of the convening of the emergency meeting was issued only half an hour in advance.

Although these lords of the Floating City have a myriad of things to do.

For example: dissect the newly discovered intelligent race, study the dissected intelligent race, and catch the new intelligent race back to dissect it......

Ahem, anyway, everybody's busy.

These Grand Arcanists were able to arrive in such a short time, and in such numbers.

It is enough to see how serious the problem is that makes them put down what they are doing and rush to it.

Chandor-Lira's lavish circular meeting room.

The conference table was entrenched like mosquito coils.

It can accommodate about 500 people, and the dome is as high as the current Grand Theater.

The space is inflicted with the arcane sound of the wind system, and the inventor is Sende, hence the name of him.

This arcane can make the speeches of those who sit in any corner of this hall sound like a bell.

There are a few tables floating in the air, and the seats are as luxurious as the throne of a certain royal family.

It is enough to see how noble the people who can sit in these positions are.

The empty space in the conference hall was gradually filled with Grand Arcanists from all over the world.

Finally, it's time for the meeting.

There was a loud bang.

The door to the chamber closed, and the Grand Arcanist was the last to walk in.

He held the Scepter of Wisdom, and above his head flew seventeen gray Aene Stones, like angelic tears.

The ultra-arcane was dressed in a gray robe embroidered with intricate dark gray patterns.

His name, Ian, Lord of Shandorira, a member of the legend, Ian the Grey.

He is also one of the founders of the 'Floating City Club'.

He was also the convener of this emergency meeting.

In his hands, which did not hold the scepter of wisdom, he held a large stack of newspapers hanging in the air.

The large stack of newspapers, bundled with sturdy strings, floated in the hands of the ultra-arcane master.

It stands out.

Since he walked into the venue, it became audible and everyone's eyes were on him.

An ornate seat floating in mid-air descends slowly.

The Grand Arcanists stood up from their seats and bowed their heads slightly in respect to the gray-robed legend.

This is not the humility of the weak to the strong.

Rather, it is the courtesy of the Great Arcanists to the Pioneers in the pursuit of the path of omniscience and omnipotence.

The ultra-arcane master sat in an ornate floating chair.

The seat slowly rises into the air.

It does not stop until it rises to the same position as the other floating seats.

Ian glanced over and saw that the other seats were almost empty.

There was only one, and on it sat a super-lich with fifteen Aene Stones floating above his head.

It was no surprise that he would be there.

The black-robed ultra-lich is simply an outlier among the dead.

He doesn't love the quiet gathering places of the dead, but he always goes to the lively places.

Every time the Floating City Club gathers, he never fails.

The level of talkative is simply outrageous.

It is often suspected that the boss of the transformation system is pretending to be a super lich and running out to be scary.

Seeing Ian coming, the lord of the City of the Dead made an exaggerated 'swimming' motion.

In line with his movements, the floating chair under his seat slowly floated towards Ian.

Ian, who had long been accustomed to the other party's irregular madness, silently looked away from looking at this super lich funny.

He flicked his hand holding the newspaper lightly.

The string that binds the Friday Special dissipates into the air.

Then, with a casual swipe of his fingers, the newspapers scattered in all directions.

Everyone present was given a copy of the Goblin Friday Special.

The misty-looking archarcanists looked at each other.

In the end, they all opened the special issue of the goblin in their hands.

In a very dramatic scene, the arcanist sitting below had his forehead raised with green tendons.

The blood in the veins is rioting, and it is only one step away from bursting the veins.

God knows how gloating all of you were on Monday.

At this time, the eye-catching words on the front page are the best tribute to them.

[Speech by the branch president of the Divine Tricolor Copper Empire Magic Association: Without the Ayn Stone, the Arcanist is a waste!] 】

Now it's okay, feng shui takes turns, who does the sky forgive?

Ian's hosting style has always been concise, "Now, let's talk about what we should do." ”

"Damn it! I'll just say that these green-skinned bloodsuckers, how can they suddenly go crazy and cut the price of the weekly magazine?! ”

The chamber resounded with the words of a red-robed Grand Arcanist.

When this kind of thing happens, it is always the red-robed Grand Arcanist who is the first to stand up in anger, and there has never been an exception.

The furious red robe can't wait to bombard the stronghold of the Goblin United Chamber of Commerce now.

Another red-robed Grand Arcanist stood up, "I propose, all of us here, to immediately begin purging all the goblins within the Floating City!" Instantly! Kill all these damn bastard goblins! ”

Some red robes have stood up, so is it far from all the red robes standing up?

Ian rubbed the corners of his forehead slightly, and he unconsciously looked at the floating chair that belonged to Louis.

Not surprisingly, the floating chair is still empty.

This guy hasn't been to a party in a long time, and he just doesn't know what he's been up to lately.

Only he can suppress these red robes.

Louis is the most sane of the red robes.

At the very least, he is one of the few beings in the red robe who can communicate with words.

For the other red robes, you may have to beat them down first and then try to communicate with them verbally.

Seeing that the red-robed people were about to burst out, Ian waved the scepter of wisdom in his hand.

The legendary enchantment Ayn Stone above his head shines, directly unleashing a group of mind control.

The 8th-order enchantment arcane is at your fingertips, and this is the legend of the super rank.

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on them, the red-robed robes all sat back in their seats.

Obviously, none of them looked good.

No one likes to be enchanted by a legend and throw a 'forced cooling' grand arcane on their body.

Controlling the scene, Ian shifted into a comfortable position, the wisdom scepter resting horizontally on his lap.

He said with a straight face:

"I want a solution to the problem, not a war."

With Ian Town, the Arcanists of the other factions began to speak.

"Quack quack quack ~~~" A sudden burst of laughter made the audience silent.

Ian's hand holding the Scepter of Wisdom slowly tightened, and he didn't let go until the blood on his entire hand had faded.

He took a deep breath without a trace, "Edward, what 'high opinions' do you have?" ”

"Haha~Hahaha~ I'm sorry, quack~ I'm not laughing at you, Ian, it's this Friday Special, ha~ It's so funny.

I decided to order 500,000 copies of the "Friday Special", which can be the best entertainment in the City of the Dead, ha~quack~"

When he laughs, the skeleton makes a creaking sound, which is both scary and joyful.

Ian: "......"

I endured and endured, but I still couldn't help the bulging green tendons.

Is he going to get this thing out of the Floating City Club?

I feel like he's more messy than the red robe!

"No, no, no, old friend, I'm serious~" Sensing Ian's dissatisfaction with him, Edward immediately changed to a serious look.

The ultra-lich sat upright.

When it comes to getting serious, this ultra-lich is still trustworthy.

Putting away his cynicism, the ultra-lich's phalanges began to flip through the newspaper.

"But it's also really funny, guys, please turn to the bottom left of the ninth edition, and can anyone read the title for me."

There was a sound of newspaper flipping all over the place.

Then, a yellow-robed Grand Arcanist spoke in a strange voice:

"Shocked?! Who stole the denture of the head of the Ambis City Guild of the Holy Gold Empire......"

"Poof—"

It wasn't Edward who was laughing this time, and several of the Great Arcanists who were close couldn't help but laugh, and then desperately held back.

But their faces couldn't stand up, so they could only cover them with their hands.

"Do you still want to read it? Excellency? The Grand Arcanist's voice trembled slightly.

Hold back your laughter.

He hurriedly glanced at the content of the press release, and almost lost control.

If the title of 'fresh and refined' makes the Grand Arcanists of Collective High Blood Pressure laugh.

Then the content of the manuscript is too frustrating.

No one reads the manuscript anymore, and they are afraid to pound the table and laugh at a serious meeting.

"Crazy? Are the magicians finally crazy? Is this all up? ”

"It's supposed to be a goblin who is crazy, right?"

……

There was a lot of discussion below.

The two of them sat in the floating chairs and they all quickly flipped through the "Friday Special Issue".

A minute later, Edward and Ian closed their Friday Special at the same time.

"Ah, almost all of the pages that were cut from Monday's Goblin Weekly. But there's a lot more to it~

It's a 'conscience publication' that even the president of the small town magic branch lost his dentures to lose his 'unsolved case'~"

The terrifying-looking ultra-lich said with a sense of humor.

Edward changed his leg to a stilted leg, and said with his hands folded:

"The issues discussed at today's meeting can be changed.

Next Monday, how do you get the goblins to expand the Arcanist's page as well.

Or, I'll be more direct.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's discuss how much gold we should send to the goblins.

Then, you can start collecting these coins out of your pocket. ”