"You? Spot? Gordon couldn't put into words how shocked he was at this moment.

Julius wasn't even ready to take down his helmet, which looked like the "evil ghost" of the Western Continent.

"You can understand that it is the task of the master."

"Master Cambay's mission?" Hayatta was still confused, but Gordon almost understood.

Serious, cautious, hardworking, gifted, brave, disciplined, and so many, Julius can be said to be the template for the perfect disciple in every teacher's mind.

But he has a problem - he is too serious to relax himself.

According to the master craftsman, "He stretched himself too hard. ”

Therefore, the master craftsman would occasionally assign Julius tasks that did not matter whether they were completed or not, such as "go to the Flasia Snow Mountain to pick five snowy mountain grasses and come back".

It is to let the latter go out for a walk more and relax their spirits.

The purpose of this stall is estimated to be similar.

Sure enough, Julius sighed, "After the master heard about the celebration held in Jieyun Village, he wrote to me asking for 'in-depth participation' and compiling the process into a report and handing it to him. ”

"Submit a report." Gordon grinned, "So how did you come up with the idea of setting up a stall selling masks?" ”

"Or else? Selling fried noodles? Or goldfish? ”

Julius was wearing a helmet, and Gordon couldn't see his expression, but he could easily make up for his expressionless appearance.

Come to think of it this way, indeed.

Selling masks is already the least difficult level, go to the grocery store to buy some goods, and then stop next to the stall, anyway, this guy doesn't want sales.

"Senior Julius, in fact, I think that if you find Ailu to help look after the stall, business will be much better." Hayata pondered the words.

"Yes, you look so scary, how can any child dare to come?" Gordon easily said what Hayatta wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

"No, this is part of the experience, since it is the master's task, I can't be lazy."

Gordon rolled his eyelids, and was about to say, "Then you can wait slowly", when a small figure "swished" in front of Julius's stall.

"Gababa!"

It's Maka's odd-faced companion Babaka.

Seeing the little odd-faced clan dancing excitedly, Gordon smiled at Julius and said, "Whether you can open today or not depends on this guest!" ”

Julius was stunned and said, "But I don't know the Strange Tongue language." ”

"Dancing and knowing."

Gordon grinned and patted Julius on the shoulder, "Come on!" Brother! ”

"Kaba!"

"This, this, one hundred and ten, one hundred, one, ten"

Leaving Julius behind, who was clumsily bargaining with Babaka, Gordon and Hayatta continued to hang out.

"By the way, did you see Anhill and them?" Gordon asked as she helped Hayatta take the oiled paper and bamboo skewers in her hand and throw them into a specially set bamboo basket on the side of the road.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gordon felt that this question was a bit inappropriate, and hurriedly added: "Ah, I'm just curious, I just think that we have been around for so long, and the village is so big, and it is a bit strange that we haven't encountered it at all." ”

Hearing this, Hayata's expression became a little strange.

"Senior Gordon, do you want to call them out now?"

"Huh? Are they nearby? ”

"I don't know, but I can try."

"Try it? How to try? ”

"So, Senior Gordon, you lower your head a little and bring your face close to me."

Gordon obediently complied, "So? ”

"Well, pay attention to what's going on around you." Hayatta raised her face and said lightly.

Hayata's breath was so close that Gordon could even smell a sweet onion, which made Gordon a little nervous.

Suddenly, Hayatta stood on her tiptoes, her forehead touching Gordon's cheekbone.

"Yikes! Kiss it! ”

Feng Ying shouted and jumped out from behind a booth not far away, and then found Gordon and Hayatta staring at her in unison.

"Ugh"

Feng Ying stiffened for two seconds, then turned around and asked Anhill, who was still hiding behind the stall, "So am I exposed?" ”

"Get out! I can't hold my breath and I'm going to expose me! Anhill walked out angrily and slapped Feng Ying on the skull.

Gordon and Hayatta continued to watch them.

The two of them, who secretly observed for an unknown amount of time, saw that there was no point in continuing to hide, so they came over with a smile.

"You're so idle." Gordon said angrily.

"Anhill senior, Feng Ying, good evening." Hayata's expression was a little dangerous.

Just when the two of them were sweating on their foreheads, thinking about how to find an excuse to slip away.

A string of firelight burst into the sky, exploding under the night sky with the full moon as the background.

Then the second flower, the third flower.

Yuyun Village, and even the mountains surrounding the village, were illuminated by colorful firelight, and everyone's laughter, exclamations, and sighs of emotion resounded in the night sky along with the explosion of fireworks.

Looking at Gordon beside him, and then at the two extra people at the end, Hayatta couldn't help but chuckle at the end.

"Well, it's good for four people to watch fireworks together."

"Meow ——!"

"Uh, by the way, did you hear Xianglan's voice?"

Just when the heroic celebration of Yuyun Village is at its climax.

A peregrine falcon carrying an urgent letter flew into the Great Hall of Doruma in the East.

It shook its rain-soaked eagle feathers and stretched forward its claws tied to a metal letterhead.

The female clerk took off the letterbox, and when she noticed the special markings on it, her brows furrowed, and she immediately picked up the letterbox and trotted all the way to the hall where the Great Elder was.

"Great Elder! An urgent letter from the Minagard Guild! The clerk said.

She didn't know the contents of the letters in the letterbox, but only in the most urgent cases would the local guild use the letterbox with such markings to deliver messages to headquarters.

The guild leader sitting next to the Great Elder took the letterbox, checked the sealing wax, opened it, and read it quickly.

- As a dragon, Dachang is too tall and honest, and this kind of small letterbox, which is not as thick as an ordinary person's finger, can only be read by someone he trusts.

"What's going on." The Great Elder's voice was as dull as thunder.

After the guild leader had read it twice, he raised his head and looked at the Great Elder.

His face was extremely serious, "President Fanyuan of Minagard City reports that the storm from the Spirit Peak of the Western Continent continues to expand to the northeast and has crossed the ocean, affecting the port of Minagard. ”

"Lingfeng, Tianjin's woe? Didn't Jieyun Village report that the storm they had observed had weakened? The Great Elder frowned and asked.

The Guild has always been concerned about the events that caused the storm by Lanlong.

The conservative response is the result of a unanimous decision after discussion among the guild leaders, and it stands to reason that it will be fine to gradually pass Lanlong's "self-crisis period", but what happened here?

"Jieyun Village is located in the southeast of Lingfeng, and Minagarde across the sea is located in the northeast, the storm around Jieyun Village is weakening, but the storm detected by Minagaard is intensifying, which means"

"Lanlong is consciously expanding the storm circle in the direction of Minagard." The Great Elder sighed and said, "What is the reason, does President Fan Yuan have any guesses?" ”

"Yes."

The guild director took a deep breath, "She said that there wasn't much in Minagard that deserved Lanlong's attention, but there were more northern. ”

The Great Elder's voice grew deeper.

"Shurett City."

(End of chapter)