The Floating City has established a spatial portal at the original site of Bella Village.

so that it can be returned to and from.

Charlie walked through the portal and onto the surface.

There seem to be more tents here than the last time I visited.

After the questionnaire was distributed, the plan for the settlement was quickly implemented.

The humble wooden houses that had been built in a hurry were all torn down and rebuilt.

But the 'Downtown dwellers' who built these huts were not annoyed, they were particularly happy.

It's good to dismantle it!

Only after dismantling them can they continue to brush points!

Charlie wasn't unaware of the recent popularity of the Floating City, 'Downtown'.

However, she can't do anything about this for the time being.

There's no way she's going to let go of the policy and let all the people who come run to the Floating City.

The place that used to be plagued by dragons is now a different story.

Intelligent beings of various races converge here.

The simple wooden houses with 'unique style' are built vigorously.

And among these strange-looking races, there is a team of people who are particularly eye-catching.

They stood there like chickens.

Just let Charlie look at it from a distance, and he knew that most of them were the 'guests' mentioned by Lee.

Not far away, there were seven beautiful men who were tall and dressed in gorgeous, golden armor.

They were surrounded by an old man with a very unique temperament.

The old man had a kind smile on his face, watching Zhou Zai busy working with wisdom.

These people have become a unique 'landscape' among the 'displaced people'.

Seven beautiful men on guard, all with long silky blonde hair.

Handsome facial features concentrate aggressiveness.

They didn't see them wielding weapons, but the aura they emitted was enough to shock others.

The little black dragon on Charlie's shoulder raised his head silently.

It seems to be sensing that someone is watching.

The old man, surrounded by seven people, looked in Charlie's direction.

He was slightly startled when he saw the little black dragon standing on Charlie's shoulder.

Then, he strode towards Charlie.

The pace is steady, and there is no trace of old age.

And behind him, seven 'golden male model groups' are like shadows, respectful.

"Hello, young man, what's your name?"

From the old man's gentle conversation, Charlie only felt kindness like a trickle of water.

"Charlie Violet."

The old man nodded kindly.

But instead of continuing to talk to Charlie, he raised his hand and pointed at the black dragon on her shoulder.

"Can I talk to him alone?"

Charlie blinked, his gaze wandering in front of the old man and his home-raised dragon:

"As long as he agrees."

She thought that this black dragon would be as good as ever.

Don't pay attention to the kind old man in front of him.

However, the reality is cruel.

The black dragon jumped directly off the ground, turned his head and left.

The old man smiled and followed.

Only Charlie was left looking at the black dragon in disbelief.

...... is she?!

Did you raise a white-eyed dragon and come out?!

Charlie's gaze at the black dragon was very 'shocked'.

However, the seven-member 'male model group' left by the old man was even more shocked when she looked at her, as if she was watching a star wonder.

……

In the west of the Jinzera continent, where the floating city of Shandori is located;

To the east of the continent of Messido, occupied by the Holy Tricolor Copper Empire.

Here, there is a continent with abundant water, called Vinis, also known as 'Ze no Kuni'.

There are no humans living on this continent, but there are as many as 300 species of intelligent creatures.

Most of the intelligent creatures that inhabit it live in the form of ethnic tribes.

A river called Maiga runs through the east and west sides of the continent.

The Maiga River flows through the world's largest saltwater lake, Lake Nawi.

And right in the middle of Nawei Lake, a water tower stands in a pavilion.

For example, elves have excessively demanding aesthetic requirements for architecture.

The beautiful style of the small building in the middle of the lake is integrated with the original beauty of the surrounding scenery.

At this time, a secret meeting was being held in the small building.

The people sitting around the conference table were all wearing white cloaks.

The hood was deliberately pulled down to hide the face.

There was a loud bang.

A crumpled copy of the Goblin Friday Special was slammed on the conference table.

"Goblins again! It's them again! ”

Another white-robed voice said in a faint voice: "This is much ahead of our plan. ”

"Will it have any effect?" Everyone looked at the head of the table.

The 'white cloak' on the first seat did not speak.

Only, the goblin newspaper that was slapped on the table disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in the hands of the first one.

The 'white cloak' on the first seat was reading the newspaper as if no one was around.

It immediately became clear to the crowd that the first one would not answer the question.

The meeting consciously moved on to the next topic.

"Guys, there's something wrong with Tiamat."

Everyone looked at the white cloak that spoke.

"Can't you explain what is going on?"

The white cloak, which had slapped the newspaper on the table earlier, asked in a very fiery tone.

"Here's the problem, she doesn't want me to know.

So, I can't assess the impact on our plans. ”

'Whoa-'

The sound of flipping a newspaper is particularly abrupt here.

But no one objected.

"Accidents, accidents, and accidents, and I won't be surprised if there is another accident!"

The burly white cloak with his arms around his chest, and the tone of his voice was full of resentment.

'Whoa-'

With the sound of flipping the newspaper briskly, another person sitting at the long table raised his hand faintly.

"That...... In fact, something is wrong with my side......"

Except for the one who was leisurely flipping through the newspaper on the first seat, all the white cloaks were looked over.

"Uh...... Actually, this matter has something to do with goblins......"

Why isn't it strange to all of you?

The word goblin seems to have become the most common word used in recent conferences.

"That's right, it turns out that our plan is that the Wizards' Guild will also participate in ......"

"In this way, the Arcanists are bound to end up as well......"

"Well, but...... Now it seems that it is a little difficult for both sides to get off the court......

It is said that in order to slander the Arcanist in the newspapers, they threw a large sum of money at the goblins......"

"And then, then the Magic Society is now on the verge of bankruptcy."

There was silence at the conference table.

Everyone thought they might have heard a joke.

But that's not the case.

The white cloak on the first seat lowered the newspaper, and he looked at the members who reported on the incident.

"Did the goddess of magic cast her eyes?"

"Well, that's not yet."

The white cloak on the first seat put down the newspaper in his hand and tilted his head slightly to think.

Suddenly, the needles falling all around could be heard.

Everyone's breath froze slightly, and all their attention was focused on the man in the first seat.

"In that case......

Things aren't perfect, although it's a pity.

The plan didn't go well, and it was a headache for you.

But, just in case, we also had to start early.

As for Tiamat, you don't have to worry. ”

He looked around, "Any more questions?" ”

"If not, then please supervise the matters in charge of your own hands."

"That's all for today."

With that, he snapped his fingers.

With a crisp snap, only the white cloak of the first seat was left on the long conference table.

He stood up.

With the action, the "Goblin Friday Special", which had been placed on the table, burst into flames.

The white cloak walked to the window of the conference room.

He gently pushed open the window, and with it, the whole space seemed to change faintly.

It's like an invisible barrier has been lifted.

Looking out the window at the vast lake view, the white cloak muttered to himself: "It seems that fate still favors Bahamut......"

But what does it matter? Because...... Our goal has never been Bahamut! ”