Nossa strolls through the streets of the trade district, where shops are bustling with business, after all, the annual harvest festival officially begins today on the 15th of the festival.

Last week's disaster didn't affect Langlens, at least not much, and bounty hunters looked at the slightly damaged pavement, but with a large number of refugees already pouring into the city, a regional crop failure this season is set to lead to a crisis.

Not knowing how the lord would respond to the disaster, Nossa wondered if he were little Norberis, he would definitely reduce or refuse to provide food to the center. At this time, it is far more important to preserve one's own strength than to show loyalty to the royal family. The trouble is, however, that the other lords of the center may use this as an excuse to make a move.

Count Jonathan Tenos (Jonathan_Talnosh), lord of Fetheiron, was a staunch royalist, but if he openly turned against the Minor Duke, the Hoffman family of Isiris was bound to put pressure on him.

Moreover, Count Irons Reeser (Eyns_Raiser) of Trobitt was also restless, and he must have been pleased to see his old neighbour at odds with the Duke of Noble Breth, and most of all hoped that he might lose both, so that he might profit from it. If old Tenos had been cautious, he would not have chosen to attack at this point, unless he was really confused.

Although he analyzed rationally, Nosa always had some inexplicable premonition: at present, this fragile balance of mutual restraint will not be able to be maintained, and one side of the force will be the first to jump out of the silence. This premonition was unfounded but strong, although he did not know who would openly provoke the war and for what reason.

But these political situations have little to do with him after all, and the bounty hunter turns into an obscure alley, and he only studies it slightly, and does not interfere in it.

He had other things to do.

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Nossa stepped into the depths of the hidden alley and came to the door of this unattended tavern in the corner. A drawing of a pitch-black raven carved into the lintel is so delicate and lifelike that the gaze is even slightly cramped when looking back. However, Nosa, as a regular visitor here, has long been accustomed to this.

Pushing the door into the tavern, the boss at the end of the empty hall was standing behind the counter, it was a middle-aged man in a black robe, gray hair and blue eyes. Neil Nolan (Neil_Nolan), the owner of the Crow Tavern, is his own "landlord".

After greeting the boss as usual, the bounty hunter put down his suitcase and did not rush upstairs to his room to rest, but walked into the backyard through the side door.

There were quite a few familiar faces in the courtyard:

Kalulyn Starwind (Karorin_Starwind) is still beautiful, and the years have not affected the elves' faces and shapes, and she is still exactly the same as when they first met. Energetic, free-spirited, and with a confident smile, her Creeksong still exudes the familiar light floral scent. Looking back on the course of these years, every time I see Kaluline, Nosa always feels that the years are fleeting and the youth is no longer there.

Weapons Master Brenda Hargreaves (Brenda_Hargreaves) wears his classic red and black armor, combined with the tall and muscular body of the Soldat, as if the mythical Agysas had come to earth. His great green sword, Zin-Sac (Destroyer_of_Worlds), stood in the inconspicuous corner of the courtyard, but it still exuded an invisible power and awe. Dragon's blood can be washed away, but that legend can't be erased, and the oppressive force of fame is far heavier than the greatsword itself.

Leno, the sword saint leaning against the wall, his hands casually clasped in front of him, his shabby coarse cloth clothes and tousled hair, would probably be mistaken for a beggar or a ronin when he walked down the street. He was boredly soaking in a blade of grass, soaking in the warm autumn afternoon sun, closing his eyes and waiting for the meeting to begin.

In the middle of the courtyard the delicate maiden was caressing the harp and playing a soft melody, and Acalia's smile was a delight no matter how many times she watched it, but the bard's talent was no less remarkable. Her performance permeates the courtyard with a laid-back and elegant atmosphere, and Tuscart, a celestial sword master in green clothes, listens intently, immersively listening to the moving music, always so polite and humble.

Noel stood behind the girl, still so thin, carrying the heavy dark magic sword on his back, silently guarding him as a knight.

Counting yourself, there are a total of seven people present at the twelve seats of the Star Dome today. Nossa smiled and walked to the center of the courtyard.

Seeing the bounty hunter, Akalia tacitly stopped playing, and everyone looked at him, and the bored Juggernaut by the wall opened his eyes.

"You're finally here. "We're all waiting for you." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Nosa hurriedly smiled and apologized, "I encountered something and delayed some time." I'm really sorry. ”

"Let's cut to the chase. Hargreaves walked to the middle of the courtyard with heavy steps, "What did the others say?"

"Falst was working for an employer in the East and had no time to take a break. Nein is currently in Curran, and I just got in touch with him the other day. Nossa explained, "President Ryman is still nowhere to be found. Hexus is indeed in the Westside right now, but seems to be entangled in something and can't come. As for E.J. Sarathacious...... As you all know, this guy is going on vacation from nowhere, so don't worry about him. ”

"It seems that everyone is still as busy as ever. Tuskat commented with a smile.

"You all know about the earthquake in the Skaux Plains last week. Nosa was succinct, "What do you think about this, and what are your plans for the near future?"

"O'Chalon. "The Murrutus took the fragments. ”

Speaking of the disaster, Akalia was saddened: "Many innocent people have died as a result. ”

"I don't care who caused this disaster, but these people must be properly resettled. "Failure to do so will lead to famine, riots, and even pestilence." The little Duke of Norberis turned a deaf ear to this, and I will try to warn him. ”

"Warning, don't mess with it. Hargreaves sternly reminded, "My team will be heading to the Ebsid Mountains in the near future, where there is an important commission. ”

Tuskat waited for a moment, and seeing that no one spoke, he added in a calm tone, "I will assist Lady Starwind in advising the lord and making sure she doesn't go too far." ”

"We'll go back to Ethan Cuarón, me and Noyer. Akalia whispered while holding the harp, and the black knight behind her bowed his head in confirmation.

After everyone finished talking about their plans for the near future, the Sword Saint leaning against the wall stretched his waist and looked careless: "I'm still the same, wandering the world." You know how to contact me. ”

Nosa watched as they told each other, all of whom were the best adventurers on the continent. At Lyman's behest, they formed the Guild, the Astral, a platform for communication and cooperation. The current turbulent times are like the dark canopy of the long night, and they are like the brightest stars in the night, connecting each other's brilliance and reflecting the world under the starry dome.