Therefore, at the invitation of the city lord, on the morning of the tenth day of the month of flower dawn, the people of the Thorn Squad were summoned to the small conference room on the third floor of the Adventurers' Association.

In addition to the old thief, Urs, Thea, Crow, Stonefist and Koto are now sitting on one side of the table in the center of the room, and the task hall on the first floor of the association is temporarily taken over by another staff member of the association, and the half-elf head of the association, Miss Irina, and the elven swordsman Draco Barton are on both sides of the long table. And the big man sitting between the two is naturally the initiator of this meeting -

Dragon-vein mage Victor, Lord of Twilight City, and a high-level spellcaster in the Transcendent Realm.

He sat there, the runic sigil of the dragon language dimming from the surface of the mage's robe on his body when he wasn't fighting, looking like an ordinary floral decoration. The Dragon's Claw Staff was not by his side for the time being, perhaps it was incorporated into a magical storage item called the Spatial Ring, and its pupils embedded in the eye sockets like molten metal balls exuded innate majesty, and the bright eyes between gold and orichalcum were hidden in a ......

Belch...... One was now upside down in a tin bucket on his head.

The existence of the barrel destroyed this majestic image, especially the iron surface of the barrel also deliberately pierced two eyeholes, and the eyes of the city lord looked like a pair of shining headlights in the eyes of Urs, which made the young man who had just recovered from a serious injury want to laugh and had to remain quiet under a kind of powerful oppression, for fear of holding back his internal injuries.

In response, Draco smiled and explained to the group that the Lord's dragon might was congenitally flawed and could not be controlled, which was why the suppression of the enchanted helmet was needed if a barrel with some kind of temporary enchantment was also a helmet.

Thinking comically in his mind, Urs couldn't help but glance at Koto, the dwarven warrior as usual wearing his Mithril full-body armor that attracted the attention of many warrior adventurers as soon as he walked through the street, and behind the armor was his precious stew pot named Xiaomeng.

The dwarven warrior with the stew pot and the castle lord with the iron bucket on their heads, will the two of them have any resonance on the topic?

The young man's thoughts drifted away accidentally, and then he hurriedly came back to his senses, straightened the "attitude" on his face and looked at the mage city lord who invited everyone over.

The crow seemed to find it very interesting for the city lord to dress up like this, and her appearance, which was also hidden under the hood of the black robe, suddenly let her gaze overcome the prestige cast by the other party with great interest, and wandered on the surface of the other party's "helmet" with two eyeholes for a long time.

Thea and Stonefist kept as calm as possible throughout. Victedo's slotted outfit also struck a novelty to the wolf-eared maidens and orc monks, but the kind-hearted maidens considered it a form of contempt to make fun of others' appearances, and the warrior monks who pursued the true meaning of order demanded that they must respect others at all times.

Only Koto, whose round eyes stopped on the city lord's "face" for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask: "What, uh, your honorable city lord, may I ask what is the name of your bucket?" ”

"What's the name of my bucket?" Victor was stunned for a moment, and the gaze in both eyeholes cast out of the upside-down tin bucket, and he turned his head slightly to look at the dwarf.

"Yes, yes! The warrior of the clan introduces you to Xiao Meng, a cosmic super wisdom stew pot that has been endowed with intellect by the mother of the hearth. It's so smart, and whenever I feel like I'm about to run out of things, Meng just the right thing to encourage me to work hard to overcome difficulties! Koto, thinking that Victedo had understood, and that the master was clever, immediately turned sideways and raised his hand to pat the pot on his back, and a strange enthusiasm surged up like the inspiration of a bard, "Your Excellency, the iron bucket on your head must have its story, doesn't it?" It also has a unique name, right? Have you been through a period of time and journey? ”

"Pots and barrels with names and souls? Oh, nice bad joke, dwarf. Victor did understand, but he was wrong, and then a great interest drove him to raise his index finger, and an invisible light bulb lit up above his head with a tin bucket, intending to take up the wonderful topic and talk to the dwarves, "But if it were me, my eloquence would have made the corners of your mouth even wider, for example, on the subject of pots and barrels, you should—"

"Ahem-" Irina seemed to know something, and quickly deliberately clenched her fist in front of her mouth to clear her throat, "Father, please get to the point." ”

She knew that her mage's adoptive father was not a human, but another species that was inherently nobler and more powerful, but one of the subspecies of that species was known for its ability to speak well.

For the sake of his daughter's face, Victor hesitated for a while, thought about it, seemed to press something rationally, sighed very regretfully, shook his head lightly and then responded to the latter: "Hmm, okay...... So dwarves, save this topic for the next time, and you must understand that the wisdom of dragons is bound to express better humor. ”

As the words fell, he paused, then turned his gaze back to the young man and continued, "As for what's next, let's get straight to the point, Captain Urs, and all of you from the Thorn Squad. ”

"That's what we want to say, Mr. Castle Lord." Urs nodded, looked at Koto, and pressed his palm up and downward, signaling his friend who was flawed in some way to be quiet.

Stone Fist is also in a state of early recovery from major injuries as him, the difference is that the orc warrior monk does not have the regeneration trait bonus after the basic constitution attribute exceeds 20 points like the young man, so the former's burly and strong body is still wrapped in layers of bandages on the surface of the green skin under a large shirt at this time. If you have a pair of see-through eyes, you can see a long, centipede-like scar looming on the epidermis of the front of his upper body, only hidden under his clothes and bandages, and this mark left on him by his fellow disciple who abandoned the light and turned to darkness forced his physical condition to be expected to return to normal for a few days.

So he sat here today, but he didn't say as much as he could, to avoid the potential possibility of a wound tearing due to emotional agitation, and he didn't speak to remind the dwarves of discipline as usual.

Urs helped him get the job done.

The crows didn't mind the lively atmosphere, but still watched the situation as always. Xia also wanted to prompt Koto to let the city lord talk about his intention to invite everyone over, but now seeing that Urs had quieted down the dwarf, he didn't say anything anymore, and chose to remain silent, silently listening to what the city lord said next.

"Then first of all, I think I'd better sort out the ins and outs of the whole incident for you first, so that your thinking speed will not catch up with my tail." Victor propped his elbows on the table, and placed his fingers interlaced in front of the iron bucket on his head, probably the tip of his nose, "And the source of the whole incident can start with the death of Merella Morningdew, let me take a little time to explain it to you in detail......"