"I think you all know the two red-level missions that were always sent out some time ago. ”

Art looked around and saw that no one spoke, and then said, "Then I won't waste everyone's time, I received a message in the morning that there will be a big move in five days in the Posey Islands, the north coast of Escinze and the area of Bugas, during which it is forbidden to have a head-on confrontation with any mysterious person, if there is anything difficult to solve, you can come to me directly, is there any problem?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of discussion in the crowd.

"Your Excellency, you won't make such a big deal about such a thing, you can just notify us directly of this kind of thing, why waste everyone's precious time. ”

"If nothing else, I'm going to leave first, anyway, the scope of our regiment's activities is far from there. ”

The poisonous dragon sat on the chair and sneered, "President Art, isn't that really all there is to it?" hehe, do you think we're too full to get in trouble with the Mystic? or... You're a coward!"

Mercenaries are indispensable in dealing with mysteries, whether they are hires, teammates, or enemies, but they all know that mystics are extraordinary, and no one will easily provoke that group of people.

Just as the restaurant, which had just been quiet, blew up again, the mysterious one, who had remained silent, finally spoke.

Magical energy mixed with his voice slowly stirred here, and the noise was changed in an instant.

"Lord Art, do you mean that the Mysterious Void is finally about to open?"

The Mystic spoke, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

Mystical Void?

This unheard of term left them confused.

Art didn't know how the mysterious man knew about this, but he continued, "Your Excellency is right, in the sensitive period of the Abyss, any conflict must be avoided as much as possible, otherwise it will be a disaster to cause a plane war because of some inexplicable things. ”

"The day has finally come..."

The Mystic's voice seemed to suddenly become a little excited.

Art frowned slightly and didn't care, and then said, "I also hope that everyone here can remember what I said, once the void is opened, there will be many big people coming, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke right and wrong, it will be fine, and there is a more important thing to tell you..."

At this moment, everyone felt a breeze blowing in the courtyard, followed by the nervous voices of the guards.

"Lo... Vice President Loren has arrived!"

Since Loren joined the Mercenary Guild and served as the vice president, in addition to the Gray-clothed Sword Saint, his name has gradually become known to everyone.

Gray-clad Juggernaut!

Why did this god of slaughter, who usually sees the dragon see the head and the tail, suddenly come?!

Instead of the shabby gray linen clothes of the past, the unkempt image of the past, Loren was wearing a loose black cloth suit, his weapon straddled his waist, and his black hair was neatly tied behind his head.

Mei wore a slim blood-red dress and quietly followed behind Loren.

Although Loren holds the title of Vice President of the Mercenary Guild, everyone knows that this man has no interest in power, and has never even shown his face in Jungle City.

The poisonous dragon, who had a perverse attitude just now, silently put down his feet on the table.

The gray-clothed swordmaster may not have substantial power in the guild, but his status is absolutely outstanding, and the strength of the high-level knights of Yate can be regarded as the top ten masters in the mercenary world, and even the top masters in the entire continent are considered to be the top in the row, but in the face of the gray-clothed swordmaster, it is a little insufficient.

Art saw Loren sitting in the last chair of the long table, and continued the conversation with a dry cough.

"When the plane passage of the Mystical Void is opened, there will be more, and the bits with all kinds of resources will be open to us, gold, magic crystals, magical creatures, and there will be unimaginable wealth waiting for us..."

"And I personally gave a name to the era after that, the era of the Great Plane!"

Loren's arrival was only an episode of the meeting, and Arte's words caused an unknown wave in the crowd.

The Great Plane Era?

"President, you mean we can go on adventures on other continents?"

"So to speak, but what awaits you is not one or two continents, but thousands, countless unconquered regions!

The mysterious man sitting in the corner snorted coldly, and seemed to be very disdainful of Art's statement, "Dilumudo Mai Yat, you are a very ambitious person, but I think it is a bit inconsiderate to conquer thousands of planes with your strength?"

Slowly standing up, taking off his hood, the mysterious one's tone was unusually arrogant, "Look at all of you, whether the coming alien plane is the abyss as the Holy See said, it's up to you... Don't you deserve to talk about the magnificent history created by our transcendentals, the Plane Plunder, I think you still think about how to save your life before the plane war comes. ”

Mystics have always had a natural sense of superiority over mortals, and in this world, this has been deeply imprinted in their bones, even if it is a newly advanced black robe, whose words are piercing and full of contempt.

Seemingly obsessed with power and longing for that glorious history, the mystic who seems to have been 'persecuted' by the Black Cavalry is a little out of control, as is rarely the case with a mystic who has always been known for his sanity.

"On the day when the Mystic Void comes, the Mystic One will reign again in this world! All men are ants!

As long as they are black-robed level mystics, they can more or less perceive the changes in this world, and the mysterious void with endless magical energy has a fatal attraction to them.

Art has not had a lot of contact with the Holy See, so he naturally knows a lot of secrets, and when he glanced at the black robe who had lost an eye, he instantly had a judgment in his heart.

Hatred of the Holy See shows that he has been tainted with sorcery and is a wild mage who is extremely fanatical about power.

Although his words were full of contempt, the mercenaries present had never seen those destructive powers at all, so they could not understand this mysterious person, but many of them looked at him with the eyes of a madman.

Loren sat on a chair with his sword in his hands closed, and the quiet dining room made the atmosphere awkward for a moment.

The strength of the high-level knight of Yate was not afraid of this black robe who had not advanced for a long time, and coughed dryly, "Your Excellency, don't be too excited, sit down first." ”

"The reason why I told you about this in advance is that I want you to be mentally prepared, and secondly, I personally have some ideas. ”