Jungle City, the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.

The former castle lord's palace was greatly expanded, and a large manor house was built behind the general assembly as the permanent residence of the Knights of Fiona.

In the early morning, the white shirt was soaked with sweat, and the courtyard in front of the manor was sharpening his martial arts skills with a spear in hand.

An unusually tall female mercenary wearing leather armor with long flaxen hair casually draped behind her head appeared from the corner of the road, sat on the edge of the garden with her legs crossed and rubbed the dagger while observing Arte's martial arts, and smiled from time to time, "Arte, I haven't seen you for a few months, your martial arts are getting more and more refined, Silver Knight... No, you've broken through to the High Knights. ”

Art put the weapon on the weapon rack, took a few sips of a glass of water from the table, and said without looking back, "Lin, what are you doing?"

The woman shrugged, "Can't I just come and see my old friend, or has President Art forgotten about me?"

"Heh, old friend, how could I have forgotten you, Black Mandala, Miss Lin, is that foolish city lord trying to hire you to kill me again?"

While talking, Art changed his clothes with the help of the servant, picked up two glasses of fresh juice and walked up to the woman and handed it to her, "I don't have a habit of drinking, say, what's the matter with me?"

After holding the silver cup, the woman smiled like a flower, and slowly leaned into Art's ear as she spoke, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you... Besides, if the Elder has the support of the Holy See, how can I ask for trouble. ”

"And I'm a man who keeps my promises, and you've made me look for something. ”

Taking out a piece of parchment from her bosom and handing it to Art, Lin continued, "The source of this plague seems to be a homeless man, and along the way I also noticed that the group of madmen in black robes also seemed to notice him, but I don't know why, they didn't dispose of this person, didn't you get any information from the Holy See?"

Art glanced at the image on the parchment, a bearded beggar.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the Black Cavalry was also secretly observing this person? Could it be that His Majesty the Pope knew about the existence of this person, but for some unknown reason, he didn't kill him in the first place.

But let this plague that can drive people go crazy and turn into beasts spreads...

At this time, a guard hurried into the courtyard, "President, a letter has come from the north. ”

Art glanced at the black mandala, and the woman turned around with her hands behind her back.

After reading the contents of the letter in a hurry, Art's face changed slightly, and he said to the guards, "Inform Marshall and the Gray-clothed Sword Master... Forget it, just bring Marshall, I have important things to discuss with him now. ”

"Also, let all the heads of the mercenary group with headquarters in Jungle City, with a reputation level of three stars and above, come to the Dragon Slayer Manor for lunch at noon, remember, no one is allowed to refuse. ”

The guard bent down and left.

Holding the letter in his hand and stunned in place for a few seconds, he looked back at Lynn, "I heard that you have always been an independent killer?" ”

Lynn's laughter was as charming and touching as her face, and she walked up to Art without hurry, resting her right hand on his broad chest, staring into Art's eyes, "Every woman wants to find a strong and powerful support, although I am not very interested in your Knights of Fiona, but if you are... Maybe I'll say yes. ”

...

At noon, the sun was blazing.

The previously empty Dragon Slayer Manor restaurant was filled with dozens of mercenaries, including a Mystery!

The long dining table was filled with sumptuous food, but no one was interested in eating, and many came with a lot of anger.

"Hmph! The guild leader has so much power? I just turned down a purple mission of hundreds of gold coins to come here for a bullshit lunch, and if I don't have a reasonable explanation, I'll quit the guild!"

"Poisonous Dragon, why are you in a hurry! Your Excellency the President must have something very important to come to you in such a hurry, relying on the guild to reap so many benefits during this time, you can retreat if you want to?!"

"Grass, black sword, are you looking for death?!"

Let a group of big and rough men who lick blood from the knife edge and are worth a lot of money gather together, and it is already a blessing in misfortune that there is no brawl.

And the only mysterious person occupied the position of five people alone, and the whole person was shrouded in black robes and exuded a strange aura.

"The grown-up has arrived!"

"Vice President Marshall has arrived!"

With the sound of the guard at the door, the restaurant returned to silence.

Art was dressed in armor with a blank expression, "Everyone, sit down." ”

Except for a few of the Knights of Fiona who sat in their chairs in absolute huddles, many chose to wait and see, and there was an additional woman behind Arte that they had never seen before.

Several of the leaders of the mercenary group who took advantage of the guild's initial startup to make a windfall glanced at each other.

The poisonous dragon stomped his dirty riding boots on the chair, "Art, brother made it clear, if you hadn't killed that beast in the first place, you wouldn't have been able to sit in the chairman's seat now, and you made me lose a few thousand gold coins at noon today, if there is no special reason, don't blame us for turning our faces!"

For mercenaries, money always comes first, even better than their own lives!

Art's tough attitude to bring everyone together here will naturally cause dissatisfaction.

Marshall, the former bearded mercenary, has now shaved his beard, except for a few more wrinkles on his face and gray sideburns, the whole person is much more lean.

"Poison Dragon, everyone knows what you did before, if it weren't for President Art to keep your affairs down, your head would have been hanging outside the city now!"

The poisonous dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and even the ugly scar of more than ten centimeters on the left side of his face was distorted a few times, "Marshall, are you threatening me?"

There is no doubt that the poisonous dragon and his mercenary group used to be bandits who were both mercenaries and horse bandits, but now that it is more profitable and safer to be a mercenary, he decided to wash his hands.

Lin quietly observes Art, what will you do next?

Art just glanced at the poisonous dragon briefly, his face expressionless, "I repeat, sit down." ”

His voice echoed slowly through the empty dining room, and the strength of the High Knight made him stand like a mountain at the table.

Although the poisonous dragon was arrogant and domineering, he was not a brainless fool, his right hand quietly touched the hilt of the sword, and he hesitated again and again but hung his hand.

He glanced at the few people just now and slowly sat down on the chair.

At the beginning of the poisonous dragon, the mercenaries who were still watching just now sat on the chairs one by one.