Half-elf Ranger

"Is he competent? When I met him half a year ago, he was still a 4th-level ranger. This kid is too stubborn. In pursuit of the most perfect advancement, he has never chosen to upgrade his level."

Sarayang heard the words and couldn't help but doubt.

After speaking, she looked at the silent Vissala with long hair covering her face: "You two didn't fight yesterday, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel it, and I can't see the specific strength." Vissala stared at the reflection on the marble table and said lightly.

"Ha ha!"

The savage Gehao glanced at Vissara, couldn't help sneering, and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt Sarayan's unkind gaze, and immediately shut up and kept silent.

"I don't feel it? Humph! I think it's a defeat, it's hard to tell." The elf bard with short green hair played with the small dagger in his hand, and said yin and yang strangely.

"Damn it! You green-haired dog can't lick it, and finally jumped off the wall and learned to bite?" The elf bard's voice just fell, and the savage personality Hao hurriedly followed up, exclaiming.

"Heh, what a fuss, am I still comfortable wearing the rest of the broken shoes?" The elf minstrel chuckled and winked at Gehao.

"Of course it's comfortable, everything after five centimeters is new!" Ge Hao smiled and looked at him with mocking eyes.

"Do you two think I don't exist?"

Sarajan tried to calm his inner anger, keeping his tone flat.

The two quarreling and bickering glared at each other fiercely, and shut up obediently.

"Horrart, since you think this method is feasible, then Thorne's work will be done by you. With the relationship between the two of you, he should be very happy to help."

Salayan's expression slowed down, looked at Horat and nodded with satisfaction.

"I think it's up to you to say, personal friendships are personal friendships, but I don't want to use these things to involve issues of interests. After all, we belong to different forces, don't we?"

Horat put his hands on the table, played with the long white hair on his forehead with his right hand, smiled at Sarayan and retorted.

Sarayan was stunned for a moment, showing a sudden look, and smiled: "Okay, I'll invite you in person later."

"When are you going to leave?"

"Naturally, the sooner the better, it will be around twelve o'clock tonight."

"Then it's hard work for you. In order to improve the success rate of this assassination mission, I will help you before you do it." Sarajan thought for a while and then turned his head:

"Master withered wood, how many crows you have domesticated can be used normally."

"Thirty-one." The druid man smiled and replied seriously.

"Very good." Sarayan nodded, looked at a dwarf man shrouded in a black cloak diagonally opposite, and said softly:

"Brother Gelbauer, how many materials were sent from Stallman Town a few days ago, how much Chihuo glue was made?"

"These viscous liquids are too easy to spontaneously ignite, and it is time-consuming to refine. There are only twenty-seven bottles in total that can be used."

The dwarf Gerber, who was hidden in the cloak, replied with a hoarse voice.

"It's alright, don't worry, take your time. When the spring of next year begins, I will definitely take you to the Temple of Knowledge in Winter City, and ask the high-ranking priest to use magic to restore your face to its original state."

Sarayan's gaze softened at the dwarf, and he comforted softly.

"I'm used to it. You should put the safety of Twilight Town first." The dwarf Gelb pulled down the hood and said in a hoarse voice.

Sarayang glanced at the dwarf apologetically, and then instructed Master Deadwood:

"At twelve o'clock tonight, please ask the old man to direct those crows, so that they each carry a bottle of flaming glue, and then throw them at the place where the most debris is concentrated in the gnoll camp."

"Horrat, all you need to do is to act immediately when the first bottle of flaming glue causes chaos."

"Understood!" Deadwood Master and Horat responded at the same time.

"If Horat's trip goes well, then we will launch a general attack on the gnoll camp in Moonlight Jungle at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and have a beautiful counter-offensive. Is there a problem?"

Sarajan stood up from his seat and looked around the crowd with piercing eyes.

"No problem!" Everyone said in unison.

"I hope you can do what you say." Sarajan sighed deeply.

"Vishala, how did the sorceress win over him?" Sarayang then turned the conversation and asked Vessala.

"It's not ideal. I can't guess her mind now, so I can only take it slowly." Vissala shook her head gently.

"It's not that troublesome, you can directly ask her what conditions she needs and try to meet them as much as possible. A high-level warlock can play a very important role in Twilight Town."

"You men like to pursue results when doing things, while we women pay more attention to the process, so you don't understand women at all. Don't use your way of doing things to dictate things. I know it."

Vissara stroked her hair, raised her head and rolled her eyes at Sarajan, and said lightly.

"Okay, then you can figure it out yourself." Sarajan gave a wry smile and replied helplessly.

Then Sarah cleared her throat, put her hands on the table, supported her whole body, and showed a pretty good-looking smile to everyone:

"Although the dark cloud of gnolls surrounds Twilight Town, it is overwhelming, but we still have a few things to be thankful for in Twilight Town, which I will share with you today."

When everyone heard the words, they all looked at Sarayan who was standing in the same place with curious eyes.

"After the continuous improvement of the dead wood master, we have successfully developed the first white paper by using the combination of the tree fiber and improved papermaking technology.

I believe this kind of tough and moisture-proof paper will be very popular in the kingdoms in the south of the Sea of ​​​​Brilliant, and it is likely to be one of the economic sources of our Twilight Town in the future.

At the same time, the batch domestication of dire rabbits and dire chickens has gradually improved. If the plan is successful, the fur of dire rabbits and the eggs of dire chickens will gradually be mass-produced. "

boom!

After Sarajan finished speaking, he paused and slammed the marble table sharply:

"So, I hope you can unite, instead of having me here all day like coaxing a child, watching you fight every day."

"Okay, go back and prepare, arrange your own staff, and let the meeting go!"

Sarayang waved his hand to signal everyone to leave, and then the entire burly body leaned back on the chair weakly.

"Xianyu Hotel, VIP room No. 3, it is best to go before noon, otherwise he is likely to leave early."

Horat walked over to Salayan to remind him, and after seeing the other person nod lightly, he left quickly.

"Ugh!"

Feeling the footsteps of everyone leaving, and looking at the empty marble table in front of him, Sarayan stared blankly at the ceiling and sighed deeply.

"Old friend, you seem to be very worried. You look like a twilight old man at the moment." Jarod walked to Sarayan and spoke slowly.

"Yeah, I don't know how many people will die this time. The cemetery in Twilight Town has been expanded three times in just one year, driving away the gnolls and dealing with the lizardmen in the bottomless swamp.

As for them, they are still so arrogant and arrogant, and they all think that they are the protagonists of this world. It is too tiring to integrate these guys together. I regret that I didn't listen to Carlos' advice. "

Sarayan's mouth curled into a bitter smile.

"Great work does not depend on strength but patience. You have really done a good job. Don't give up easily."

Garrod touched the two scars on his face that stretched from the eyebrows to the left and right cheeks, and patted Sarayan's broad shoulders to comfort him.