The Guildmaster of Locklac organized a meeting.

The participants included the captain of the ship, the anthropologists of Wang Li's paleontology scrivener team, the local dragonman researcher of the Ancient Dragon Observatory, the head of the Chengsai guerrillas, and citizen representatives.

Gordon, due to his high level as a hunter, was also brought in as an important combat force in the attack team.

The guildmaster didn't smile like he usually did, and the narrow corners of his eyes even gave people a "sharp" feeling.

Aisha, who came over with tea, couldn't attract his attention either.

"In previous years, the monsoon came mostly in mid-to-late October, and very rarely in late October.

And now it's November, and the monsoon still hasn't come, what do you think? ”

The citizen representative is a pot-bellied spice merchant.

He stroked his meticulously combed beard, and his eyes seemed a little disapproving.

In his opinion, the guild leader has made some big fuss, the monsoon came a few days earlier, and a few days later, it was all up to God, so what's the matter?

He also wished that the monsoon would come a few days later so that the harvest festival would be prolonged for a little longer.

There are a lot of people, it's lively, and the business is easy to do, how good?

As for the Fengshan Dragon, could it be that it will become more powerful when the monsoon comes a few days later? It's been okay for so many years, what's there to worry about?

Of course, he didn't dare to say these things in front of the guildmaster.

Locklack, a merchant with a little head and face, knows that this little man will have "energy" in trade.

If you offend him, your chamber of commerce can also prepare to close.

The two scholars from the Scribes and the Ancient Dragon Observatory were much more serious.

"Theoretically, sporadic monsoon delays are not uncommon, but it is difficult to conclude whether this climate anomaly will have a more immediate and severe impact."

The anthropologist frowned, "After all, this is not an ordinary monsoon, but a monsoon that descends with the Fengshan Dragon. ”

The dragon scholar nodded in agreement, "Whether the Fengshan Dragon came with the monsoon, or whether the existence of the Fengshan Dragon brought about the monsoon, this point is still inconclusive.

If it is the latter, it means that there is an abnormality in the migration of the Fengshan dragon, which is not something that can be hastily summarized by the sentence 'the monsoon is late'. ”

Gordon, wearing a helmet, crossed his arms and nodded slowly.

Although he didn't know why he was nodding.

I just feel that the two old scholars seem to have said something very important, but they don't seem to have said anything

At this time, the captain of the ship spoke, "We have gone through all the records and materials left by the previous captains of the sand boat regiment.

In the last 200 years, the monsoon, or the Fengshan dragon did not appear until November, only once, and that was 120 or 30 years ago. ”

"So what happened then?" The anthropologist asked with some eagerness.

The captain of the ship took out the paper and said helplessly: "I don't know, the key pages are damaged and missing, and we don't even know the specific year."

The approximate time is still discharged by rummaging through the warehouse, the succession and replacement documents of the captains of successive ships. ”

The guildmaster added, "And, from the few words at the end of the note, we know that the casualties of the sand boat regiment that year were very serious.

This is one of the main reasons why the captain and I are nervous. ”

"It's more than a hundred years old, it's too long."

The Dragonman scholar frowned, "In the past, the management of Locklac was chaotic, and it was difficult for the materials to be kept for so long, but there may still be archives in the headquarters of Dondoroma and in the archives of the Great Library.

Did you send a letter to them to help with the investigation? ”

"Of course."

The guild leader nodded, "Yesterday, after the approximate date of the note was determined, the letter had already been sent by a peregrine falcon, and it was a long way away, and it may take a few days before there was a response. ”

The anthropologist of the Scrivener continued: "Although there is little hope, the Scrivener will still search for as many past documents as possible, hoping to find some clues. ”

"Please."

The guildmaster turned his head to look at the dragonman scholar from the Ancient Dragon Observatory, "I hope you can have the observation balloon and spread it around with Lockrak as the center, looking for possible anomalies.

As soon as you find something, report it with a peregrine falcon. ”

Theoretically, the Ancient Dragon Observatory and the Hunters' Guild are peer organizations, and the former does not need to follow the latter's orders.

But the dragon scholar knew that now was not the time to worry about this, so he nodded his chin and happily agreed, "I'll arrange it." ”

Gordon raised his hand at this point.

"I have a suggestion, since the situation is serious, should the upper hunters be organized, just in case?"

Hearing this, the guildmaster knocked on his head, "That's right, I almost forgot about them, Aisha, go find the Kanban girls to see if there are any high-ranking hunters who are still in Lockrak." ”

"Yes, sir." Standing at the table, Miss Asha hurried away like a secretary.

"Is martial law needed in the city?" The person in charge of the walled guerrillas, a strong man with a black face who carried two knives on his back and looked like a sand thief, asked.

"No, I don't." The guild leader immediately shook his head, "Don't cause panic, the most dangerous thing is when the townspeople, tourists, and merchants flee in chaos.

However, it is necessary to be prepared to organize evacuation at any time, and the giant rock platform is strong enough, as long as the citizens hide well in the city, there will be no danger. ”

"Understood."

After a few more discussions on the key points of organizing risk avoidance, Aisha trotted all the way back.

She reported to the president, "Maridan for the seven-star sledgehammer, Abel for the six-star hunting bow, and Hisham for the six-star spear, these three are currently in Locklac City. ”

Gordon grinned.

Good guy, the female seven-star sledgehammer is really rare, and I don't know what kind of strong woman she is.

"Send someone to find them and get them to come over as soon as possible." The guildmaster commanded with his head sideways.

"Okay." Aisha trotted away again.

"Should I put them in the sand fleet and take part in the next assault?" The guild leader looked at the captain of the ship, "Don't think about the 'cost performance', money is a trivial matter right now." ”

- Commanding battles isn't what he's good at, and the guildmaster doesn't want to make random decisions.

The captain hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, it takes a run-in to join the Sand Boat Regiment to fight, and Gordon Hayatta and they also trained for half a month to qualify."

Maridan had been in the ship, but she could.

However, the heavy bed crossbows, artillery and dragon lances of the Sand Boat Regiment are the main weapons, and their addition will not significantly improve the strength of the Ship Regiment.

Not as good as"

"If you have any ideas, just say it."

"I suggest that the upper hunters can join the reconnaissance work in the early stage, and I will send the three fastest sand ships to carry them in the direction where the Fengshan Dragon may attack, and conduct active reconnaissance.

If you find something, report back immediately.

Of course, similar work is also being done by the Gulong Observatory's hot air balloon, but the perspective in the air is different from that on the ground, which may be able to fill the loophole.

Using a high-ranking hunter in this way may be a bit of a waste of their combat power, but the opponent is an ancient dragon, and ordinary hunters may not be able to do reconnaissance work. ”

"Then do as you say!" The guild leader clapped his head.

(End of chapter)