Ten kilometers away from the center of Huttonmar, at the aura monitoring station at three o'clock, Researcher Robert is making daily observations.

For him, the daily tasks are very simple, nothing more than drinking afternoon tea, chatting with a few colleagues, playing cards, the time has passed, and he can still get a good salary, such a life is really comfortable.

Huttonmar, as the political, economic, and cultural center of the entire Belmar Empire, and even the mainland, his position is unshakable, let alone a threat to it.

Researcher Robert pulled out a copy of the latest Huttonmar Times, looking for information on economic policy, and he had some spare money and wanted to make investments.

This monitoring station has a good geographical location, and can always observe the aura equivalent to a commercial pedestrian street, most of which are made by some birds and wild animals, which can be described as commonplace.

At the Moonlight Tavern in downtown Huttonmar, the proprietress Sosia was standing boredly at the counter, with her hands on her cheeks, watching a group of drinkers brag about it and show off in all sorts of ways.

In the corner of the tavern, sat a middle-aged man, his face full of vicissitudes, as if it had gone through a century. Drinking alone there, seemingly uninterested in everything around you. On the wine table in front of him, there was a ronin greatsword, and the calloused left hand proved that he was also a sword wielder.

At this moment, the giant sword, which had been stable on the table, suddenly trembled slightly uneasily, accompanied by a light sound.

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he put down his glass, picked up his greatsword, and looked around.

The surrounding drinkers were still drinking and guessing, without the slightest feeling.

The man frowned, took out a few coins and placed them on the table, and hurried out of the tavern.

On the outskirts of Huttonmaar, the dusty Yang Jian and his party were walking on the official road, and they had been on the road for a month, and everyone was in a hurry to go home.

At this time, Yang Jian suddenly stopped, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Brother Jian, what's wrong? What's uncomfortable? Everyone asked.

Yang Jian sniffed the air, and a trace of uneasiness was added to his face.

"I have a hunch that Hutton Marr is in danger," Yang Jian said in an almost affirmative tone.

"I felt this aura when I dealt with the evil dragon Spitz and the Abyss Lord Brands before."

"Everyone, hurry up, be sure to reinforce Huttonmar!" , Yang Jian said categorically.

Huttonmar City Hall is bustling with people coming to do business.

In the mailroom, an old, unattended newspaper receiver sits on the table, which has been unused for almost many years.

At this moment, the receiver suddenly "clicked", and there was a crackling sound in the machine, and it actually began to operate on its own.

Immediately afterward, the receiver tried to swallow a blank piece of paper.

"Didi Didi", a sound of scanning the code and reading the bar, "Da Da Da", and another sound of printing with ink.

After completing these procedures, the receiver waited for a while.

"Dumb", spit out the blank paper just now from the machine, and there was obviously something written on it.

If at this moment, someone is on duty, or when you happen to see this white paper, you will definitely find that there are only two eye-catching big characters printed with ink on this white paper, "Dragon Attack!" ”