Lear stood in the meeting hall of the Council of Hot Springs and looked around, he was surrounded by the quiet Adela, as for the others, Jenny arranged for a temporary entry into the guest house to rest, there will be a meeting here later, according to Jenny, there will be more leaders of the adventure team through this meeting to get to know each other, although Lear has never wanted to cooperate with anyone, but he naturally said that there is nothing wrong with the master's arrangement.

One after another, a number of people entered the conference room under the guidance of several female elves, and everyone showed an expression of awe when they passed Lear and saw the two bars on his chest, and although he looked like an absent-minded research ceiling, in fact, everyone who entered the room also fell under his eyes, and after just a little look at a few of the guys who seemed to be relatively strong, Lear completely lost interest in these so-called adventurers.

Basically, it's just some mercenaries and thieves and the like, I really can't blame Lear for his high vision, these may be considered top-notch strong men among ordinary people, and they may not even be able to stir up a wave when they are involved in this war.

If all the adventurers Jenny said were of this level to help them by entering the Forest of No Return, then Lear felt that his confidence in the elves that they could win the war had to be lowered several notches.

Because even if these people were sent to harass the logistics transporters, they would be limited in what they could do, guarded by regular soldiers and sharp crossbow arrows, so that no one would be stupid enough to jump into the middle of the road and shout "I drove this way" and then the other party would obediently "stay and buy the road money".

While Lear was thinking, Jenny walked in behind a middle-aged dwarf with a brown beard tied into a twisted shape and hung on his chest, and the audience stood silent, no matter how much he held the banner of righteousness to help others, he still needed to maintain due respect for his master in someone else's home.

It's just that Lear's head can't help but think of Master Bronn, who has been summoned by Lady Luck for a long time, and he also has a beard that hangs like a braid on his chest.

The middle-aged dwarf gave Lear a curious look, and the latter gave him an eerie 'you know' smile.

He turned back to Jenny and cast an inquiring look that meant, 'Are you sure this Mr. Magician is not mentally ill?'

Jenny didn't know why.

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

No longer bothering about Lear's sanity, the middle-aged dwarf coughed and signaled that the meeting was about to begin, and he had to stand on his legs in a chair to make himself look taller, but he was still a head shorter than the shortest Lear.

Seeing this, Adela stretched out her tender fingers and gently touched his thighs, and her thumb and index fingers were slightly retracted to bring up a piece of leg meat, and then slowly pinched and tightened to 180 degrees to complete a counterclockwise rotation.

"Uh-huh!!" Lear's eyes widened in a long, dull nasal voice.

Sour.

Jenny turned her head to look this way, and the young mage signaled with her eyes that such an important meeting should start quickly, time is of the essence.

"Hello everyone, I'm the Deputy Speaker of the Hot Springs City Council, and I'm also the person in charge of coordinating your actions after entering the Forest of No Return. ”

Yoferitin looked around and first introduced himself.

"According to the news from the front, the invasion of the Erathians has been stopped under the walls of the Lucky City, they have suffered a great defeat under the Lucky City and retreated back to the castle of Hammondal, and our forest warriors have not launched a counterattack against the invaders for the time being because they are taking a strategic break, so the battle situation has fallen into a temporary stalemate at the current stage, but this must be temporary!"

Everyfrittin slapped the table hard, shaking the tea in front of everyone, so that everyone could feel his determination more clearly.

"During this period of stalemate, the frontal armies on both sides will not make much movement, but this is also the time for you to show your skills, and according to reliable sources, the commander of the Erathians has ordered his captains to deploy thirty scout squads to find and annihilate the adventurer teams that are constantly harassing their logistical supply lines.

Admittedly, this will bring greater risks to your actions, but it is also the best opportunity for you to put your ideas into practice and show your skills, and we have no intention of hiding this news from you, and we will not stop anyone from doing so if they decide to quit now, but if you still decide to stay and help us, and swear in the name of Lady Luck that you will be friends of the foresters for life.

The elves are poor, but they don't treat their friends badly, and from today onwards, we will pay everyone who helps us a crystal a week, and in the event of a casualty, this reward will be doubled, and the foresters have no gold coins to replace them. ”

Lear, who had thought that Eufrittin was deliberately exaggerating the strategic superiority of the elves, was left with only one feeling after listening to his entire sentence - this dwarf was very powerful.

He first described the current battle situation in a slightly exaggerated tone, showing the determination of the druids and the forest warriors to never give in, and then frankly informed the subtle changes in the war situation and the possible dangers in the future, as if considering it completely from the perspective of an adventurer, and then praised the faith of those who remained, and finally threw out a huge lure, knowing that it only costs five gold coins a month to hire a high-level mercenary or thief in these days, and a dwarf is a crystal a week as soon as he makes a move.

The value of crystals, which are important strategic materials, is by no means comparable to a few gold coins, even if it is measured by the smallest unit of fifty grams per piece, it is ten gold coins when it is put on the market, one piece a week, and four forty gold coins a month, and I believe that since the unit proposed by the dwarves is a block, they will never be so stingy.

The strategic goods that you are competing for outside are precisely the least valuable things in the forests of Turalea, but if the people of Erathia knew that the elves had so many crystal reserves, I am afraid that this fragile balance of war would be immediately upset.

Sure enough, as soon as the dwarf's words fell, the leaders of the dozens of various adventure teams in the field not only did not flinch, but all had a yearning look on their faces.

There may have been a slight wavering at the beginning of the possible danger, but between the direct lure of considerable profit and the risk of not necessarily coming, everyone did not hesitate to choose the former.

It's hard to say how strong these people are in their hearts to come to the forest for the sake of faith, but one thing is unquestionable, and that is the nature of being an adventurer.

Money often unmakes the men who make it.

Apparently the dwarves know this too.

The strategic resources accumulated in the early stages of the war are finally starting to come in handy, and the part used to reward adventurers is only the tip of the iceberg in the huge reserves.

This war, there are still fights.

Lear stared at the increasingly fiery light in the eyes of the group in front of him, and began to wonder what role he should play in this war.

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