It was a secret room, like a ten-meter-square box, without any doors or windows, except for a huge table in the center of the room. The entire environment is made of the same stone, and the six stone walls are intricately carved with patterns. These patterns are too complex, like the random drawings of the Impressionist masters, and on the whole they are like a mass of threads that cannot find a beginning and an end, and are randomly intertwined. When you look at it separately, it seems that you can find something in each small piece.

Faramir was alone in this space, he sat at the end of the stone table, his arms propped up on the table, as if looking at the patterns on the stone wall opposite him.

Suddenly, a corner of the pattern on the stone wall flickered, and gradually, a pair of bows and arrows lit up, and an obscure aura appeared in the chamber.

"Little one," came a slightly hoarse voice, apparently not from Faramor, "you disturbed my nap. ”

Another light flickered, this time like a few roses, and again another voice rang out:

"Don't bully newcomers, but Faramor, you'd better know what you're doing."

When Faramir heard this, the aura on his body began to change, and even the light in the secret room followed him in flickering and dimming. He wasn't angry, and both seniors had plenty of reason to question it. A few seconds later, in the corner of the stone wall behind him, the pattern of his sword-holding armor lit up.

"Wait a minute, you two, I have enough reason."

Faramor's movements had a special significance, and the two stopped teasing. But in fact, Faramir was not as determined as he appeared, and from the moment he lit the emblem, there was no way out.

Within ten minutes, six strong or weak breaths descended on this confined space. It still seems that Faramor is still the only one in the stone chamber, but in fact, there are already six other wills in it. With the arrival of the majestic breath of the last one, a total of seven emblems were lit up on the stone wall.

"Roses, armor, longbows, horses, chessboards, clowns, plus my scales, a total of seven people, reaching the lowest level of emergency meeting standards."

A slightly vicissitudes of life sounded, belonging to the last to come.

"Everyone's time is precious, let's get started."

Faramir stood up, bowed slightly, and sat down again. The six people here are all first-level deacons of the Hero Chamber of Commerce, and they are all seniors above him, and he needs to show some due respect. After he got Terry's news, he quickly compared it with the intelligence within the Chamber of Commerce, and basically restored some facts. The Chamber of Heroes has strict rules on emergencies, and when he judges that the urgency of an incident exceeds the scope of his judgment, he has the right to convene an extraordinary meeting and invite the six nearest deacons to form a council to make a joint decision.

Faramir repeated the information from beginning to end, and his tone did not fluctuate, he was completely flat and straightforward, without adding any judgment of his own. There were no twists and turns when the matter was clearly understood, and it only took three minutes to explain it clearly.

"Hmph, some people crossed the line."

"After wandering outside the door of the super family for so long, I thought that I was very close to that door, it was stupid."

"If you want me to say, there's nothing wrong with that, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"At least it's a good opportunity."

"It's not a hassle, but let's say, it's better to have such a harlequin jump out."

"Ha, I've heard that Berg hasn't had a good time lately, and he's still reaching so far at this time, he's old and confused."

……

The crowd spoke, but only the old man and Faramor did not speak.

"Armor, tell me about your response."

Faramor nodded and immediately said, "I informed the second-level deacon of Danmo City through the magic array, and they will protect the core members of the Hague mercenaries in the shadows, and at the same time collect specific information. In addition, two first-class guards have been sent from me to guard against the Peterson family. ”

"Well, well done. Still have questions? If it's just this kind of thing, not to the point of convening an emergency meeting, I will question your qualifications as a first-degree deacon if there is not enough reason. ”

It was still the same old voice, the first sentence was still a compliment, and the next moment it turned into cold words. That's why Faramir was so nervous that the lowest level of emergency meetings would require at least seven first-class deacons, and a special arbitrator in between, just like the "scales" at this time. It is no exaggeration to say that these people are the existence of the whole continent that will tremble when they move, how precious time is, and their status is even more respected, and if such a meeting is convened for no reason, if the reasons for the arbitration decision are not sufficient, they can even directly deprive the convener of the deacon's qualifications.

Faramor knew the rules, so he didn't complain, because it wasn't against him. According to the regulations, even if this matter involved a first-class family on the mainland, it would not constitute enough to summon these six people. And the reason why he dared to do this was only because of a piece of news he got by chance. He didn't explain, but placed the black metal block Terry had given him on the stone table.

The aura belonging to the "balance" flickered instantly, as if it had become a visible light. Faramir immediately felt the pressure he had never felt before, and he struggled to maintain his sitting position. Soon, the powerful aura dissipated, everything returned to its original state, and Faramir, he smiled. He knew he was right. In just a short moment, among the six people, he could easily feel the change in the aura of three of them, indicating that they recognized the iron lump he had taken out.

"Whatever the basis of your judgment, it is a testament to your vision. You get access to Category S intelligence once, or a chance to be promoted within 10 years. This meeting was held properly and the conditions for convening were met, and I will report it in person. Armor, give you five minutes, and I'll open the magic circle that connects you and me and teleport this piece of metal over. Remember, use a high-level magic array, a type of protective formation. As for the Peterson family, you are not allowed to spread it for the time being, and I will give you an explanation afterwards. The meeting was adjourned. ”

After several tosses, this unsightly piece of metal passed through the hands of several people, passing upwards layer by layer. If anyone knew what level of mission was involved in this relay, they would definitely use all their energy to find out what this metal was. Unfortunately, everything went quietly. Eventually, the iron was sent into a deep courtyard.