"Gentlemen, the current situation is very grim."

John sat at the table, holding his cheeks, a pair of sunglasses from nowhere on the bridge of his nose, and a cold temperament greeted him.

Sitting around the round table were the five strongest men in the camp, and John was mad enough to get together thirteen people, and forcibly invited the other eight people in the camp to the meeting.

Ignoring the other four, John thought proudly in his heart how these mortals could understand the mind of a president who had worked hard and gotten up early in the dark.

If it weren't for the change in the sky this morning, I wouldn't have been able to bring this group of guys together, and who would have understood what kind of life the hard-working old scalper would have lived.

Wake up earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the cows. There are even new rumors in the camp now—in addition to the sound of iron striking at four o'clock in the morning every day, the president's office will be haunted by ghosts, lit with a small oil lamp. The sound of iron is occasionally eaten, but the light is never absent.

Roll Timo's ghost, that's your diligent elder! Don't say that he is a god, I think I was still a strong man at the beginning, and after only a month, I have become an old scalper.

Pushing the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, President John felt that the props he had found were not the right size, and that he would have to find a suitable pair in the future.

With his sunglasses on, John's aura grew stronger and stronger, and the participants sitting at the round table involuntarily kept their minds focused and listened to the much older President John explain what was going on.

John was very satisfied, without a few strands of gray hair on his head, his aura really wouldn't be so powerful.

A glance motioned to the temporary clerk and asked him to record what was going on.

The clerk nodded, he could fully feel the sacredness of this meeting, and he would spend two years of his knowledge as a novelist to record the contents of the day flawlessly. He had already thought of the title, a meeting of thirteen, a meeting around a round table, and the content label was President John and his twelve horsemen. Then the interim registrar wrote on the title page of the notebook - round table.

"Gentlemen!" President John still held his cheeks and covered his lips, a posture he had learned from a strange novel, and maintained his aura from the way he spoke.

"You have all seen that the hole that suddenly opened above the battlefield has quickly disappeared, but now the situation on the battlefield is becoming more and more serious. Although the hole has not yet caused an impact, who can see if it will have an even greater impact in the future?! ”

Victorion nodded, President John was indeed insightful, and if he could read, he would be able to help President John share the work without causing President John to grow older. He was the one who could best understand John's hard work and hard work.

"If the enemy comes, just leave it to me to fly." Ash didn't care, but when a big hole broke in the sky, she did feel two unusual auras, she felt the presence of qi instead of magic, which was not magical.

"Over to you? No kidding, I didn't see you knock the giant off the ground last time? ”

Erwin immediately replied, the last time he went to crusade against the black dragon, if it wasn't for Ash's foolishness, he would have surrounded the black dragon in the Colosseum, but Ash rushed up and knocked the black dragon away with a divine fist, otherwise he would have killed the black dragon a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Erwin felt angry again, "Please don't fly things indiscriminately, you don't fly that giant, you beat the black dragon away, can your Walrus God Fist be reliable!! ”

"What Walrus Divine Fist, obviously called Glacier Divine Fist, uneducated little ghost!"

Ash stuck out his tongue at Erwin, provoking him, and Ash was ready to fight, and the meeting was boring.

"That's it!" John slapped the table, these people were really lawless, and Vedion got up at the right time to build momentum for John.

The noisy duo immediately stopped, they didn't hear that every day at work, their strength can become stronger, they couldn't understand the action of John slapping the table just now, and the hands on their cheeks never seemed to leave where they should be.

"We can ignore the hole in the sky for the time being, but we have to prepare for the hole in the center of the river that has broken the barrier."

Pushing his glasses, John continued, "It has been reported that the giant who attacked the camp came from the other side of the camp, and the next thing is as follows..."

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Six hours passed, and the "Knights of the Round Table" were drowsy, this was no longer the John they knew, and it was no longer the John who was dressed in fine flesh and rushed to the front, there was only one here—President John.

Who would have thought that John talked for six hours without getting to the point at all, all talking about how hard he worked, how hard he worked, and from time to time he tore off a handful of gray hair and signaled to them.

I'm really worried that John will go bald because of it.

"Then next, first, the matter of the black dragon, Erwin and Ash will deal with it, and the black dragon must be wiped out!"

"Understood!"

The group was finally able to get to the point, and thankfully, God Almighty, I don't know where President John learned his tirade.

"Second, Mona!"

When John didn't call "him" by name, even the clerk, who had been recording for six hours, forgot that there was a meeting participant here,

Mona, who wore a cloak and had her entire face hidden, nodded, signaling that she was listening.

John drank saliva, sure enough, he was still not suitable for a long time, and he had to temper for a while, and said: "You organize a group of guys with decent strength to go to the other side of the riverbank, I want to know the situation on the other side, if there is the strength of giants, we can only give up the battlefield as soon as possible and return to the Hinterland continent." ”

"I see!"

After saying that, Mona went out, whether she was going on a mission or not, no one knows.

John actually has something to say, there is a dead air over there, and Mona needs to take precautions.

"Third!"

As a leader, you must look like the GWENT card, no changes, fortunately I brought sunglasses today, otherwise my panic just now will definitely make you lose your prestige.

"Vidien!"

"I'm here, President John, and you'll leave it all to me!"

With the humming of his armor, Vidien straightened up, as if receiving orders from the king to go on an expedition.

It suddenly occurred to John that he had already finished explaining what he was going to do, and he couldn't bear to discourage Vidine's enthusiasm. Although Vidien only brings himself a steady stream of documents to deal with, he is diligent in his work! It's nerve-wracking, and I habitually want to assign tasks to the four of them.

"You ······" John suddenly thought of a good way to lighten his burden and make Vidien his helper.

"Vidien!" John was very cool and said, "You go and learn to read, I need you to deal with things with me, study hard!" ”

"Huh?! Can the president change the arrangement, let me kill the black dragon or go to the other side! ”

Vidien panicked all of a sudden, some things that can't be done if you want to, such as literacy.

"No, this is none other than you, so that's the end of today's meeting!"

John left after speaking, he was going to make a pot of strong tea, and today was another rhythm of working until dawn.

Vedion clenched his fists, even if he died on the Book of Enlightenment, he must learn to read and write, and not disappoint President John's expectations.

Blacksmith Hoover pointed to himself, but found that the people around him had long since left, and he thought that coming to this meeting was an affirmation of him. Depressed, Hoover decided to go back to sleep, get up at three o'clock in the morning to strike iron, and he wanted to turn his grief into strength.

The clerk rubbed his sour eyes, shook his sore wrist, closed the thumb-thick book of the Knights of the Round Table, although tired, but his heart was still very satisfied, this masterpiece means history, he wrote it in the form of a novel, and more people will read it in the future, and it is very exciting to think about it.

A dark figure on a tree branch in the distance also stopped writing as the meeting ended. On a palm-sized piece of paper, it was written: The first recorded and legendary meeting of the battlefield was held in this abandoned camp, which also laid the foundation for the prestige of the trade union······

When he finished writing, the dark shadow leaped forward, and he planned to follow Mona and the others to the other side of the river, where there was something he was interested in.