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"There is a martial arts conference in J Courtyard." Lott was shocked and called up the screen with excitement and excitement.

"Um"

In the picture, a group of people gathered in the lobby of the largest restaurant and the largest club in Happy Street.

The scene looked quite interesting. There were a lot of people, but most of them were standing on the outside with their arms crossed. The whole thing formed an N-shape, wrapping the big guys sitting on the chairs in the middle.

Everyone looked towards the hosting platform with two steps in front, like a gathering of evil forces.

Directly in front of them, on the slightly higher steps, stood a bulky guy wearing a suit and holding a microphone.

"Thank you to all the guild presidents for being invited to attend this exchange conference."

On the host's face, which was full of sinister features, the facial features were squeezed together like a chrysanthemum in a smile.

"In addition to the busy schedules of the various guild presidents, the heads of the other 72 guilds, large and small, are all present. This makes this place full of glory. I am very grateful - everyone's spending here tonight will be 20% off!"

Lott in front of the screen was stunned for a while:

J Academy is opened by this guy, and he is using the name of the martial arts conference to attract business.

The guildmasters below each wore sunglasses, crossed their hands, and leaned on their chairs. They nodded slightly, indicating that they were satisfied with this boy's performance - it would definitely not be possible to ask him to pay all the fees. If he didn't spend money, how could he show it? The big guys’ moves are extraordinary!

Lott saw Gil among this group of heroes. This guy wore a suit and looked like a big-tailed wolf. Although he was now a polished commander, at least he was still a guild president. This could be found in the guild system. Number, based on this alone, he is qualified to sit here and be the boss - even though he is ranked at the bottom.

"I am honored to invite all of you here today. First of all, I want to show the strength of us adventurers - you must be able to feel that the lord seems to have poured all his resources into the commercial street next door."

The host above started talking non-stop, and the bosses below were nodding and communicating with each other. Lott, who was sitting in front of the screen, also crossed his hands and leaned on the chair, reaching out to take the orange juice from Maria. Savor it slowly.

"Official statistics show that the number of ordinary people coming today directly outnumbers the adventurers. As more and more neighborhoods are opened in the future, the existence of our adventurers will gradually be marginalized. The specific manifestation is that we will no longer appear. Novel equipment, monsters, elves, and even gold coins, so we all have to drink the northwest wind."

After the big guys heard this, they all echoed, and they also began to worry about this problem.

After hearing this, Lott smiled silently and sipped the juice quietly. When Maria saw it, she leaned over and asked:

"Sir, as they said, will you marginalize this group of adventurers in the future?"

Lott shook his head gently, looked at the screen and said:

"The main body of the dungeon is still them, because the biggest energy source is the high-level adventurers."

"Oh." Maria nodded expressionlessly.

The host in the picture is still holding the microphone and continuing to spit:

"You all don't know that the Chamber of Commerce has already been established on the first day of business in the commercial street. Now the businessmen are so powerful that they have begun to ignore us adventurers. I believe you all know that in the past, When we were outside, none of these grandsons would bow their heads when they saw us, but now here, relying on the support of their lords, they even started to speak in a rude tone."

Is it you, the businessman, who has drifted away, or is it that I, the gangster, can no longer hold the knife?

In the past, when they were blackmailing the group of merchants outside the dungeon, they could only pay the money and obey. But no longer. If the gangsters dared to go over and blackmail, their legs would be immediately broken by the teleporting MPs. This is why the merchants dared to straighten their backs. The reason for confronting these evil forces.

Times have changed!

"So, the purpose of convening this meeting today is to gather the strength of our guild and not to indulge in internal fighting and make those grandsons too arrogant. We want the lords to know that whether it is the current chamber of commerce or any other meetings that will appear in the future, we will The Adventurer’s Guild will always have a place!”

"good!!"

The bosses below all clapped their hands. Gil, who was wearing sunglasses, was stunned for half a second and hurriedly clapped his hands too - he almost fell asleep.

Lott looked at the boy's confused look, smiled, changed his posture, and said softly:

"Competition is the same everywhere. Even among the various services of the same force, there will be competition between each other. For example, the Air Force looks down on the Navy, and the Navy looks down on the Army. The navy, army, and air force look down on the Marines."

Lott paused for a moment when he said this. When the Phantom next to him saw it, he quickly wanted to applaud, but was stopped by Maria with his eyes. Although she didn't understand it very well, she knew that now was definitely not the time to applaud, and to flatter him. Pay attention to timing!

"Competition is a good thing, but most incompetent idiots will make their subordinates fight against each other. That's not called competition, that's called internal friction.

In order not to let these gangsters think nonsense, when the new song is released, the name will be called Adventure Song. Although it is a bit vulgar, for these mercenaries, the more straightforward the name, the better. After all, if it is too advanced, their I don't think I can understand it. "

"Your Excellency is extremely intelligent and your subordinates admire him."

After Maria finished speaking, she began to clap softly, and the phantom next to her also hurriedly clapped her hands after seeing it.

‘Isn’t there a guy around who has a little bit of thinking ability? ’

Lott lowered his head and thought, he would have interactions with the lords from outside in the future, and as the dungeon lord, it was best for him to remain mysterious, so it was not convenient for him to show up, so he had to have a guy who was eloquent.

"In a few days, the lord of Kane City may come over." Lott said, "Maria, what do you think?"

"For diplomatic matters, it is not within my scope of responsibility. This has always been the responsibility of Curtis."

When Lott heard this, he suddenly showed an expression of realization: "Mimicry Demon, I almost forgot about it, um... He has been sleeping, right?"

"Yes, it was sealed by itself in order to reduce energy loss. Do I need to wake it up now?"

"No, it's not necessary. Now is not the time to use it. Let's talk about it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Lott changed his position to a more relaxed posture and looked at the martial arts conference on the screen. The host above was calling the big boss below. After finishing the chicken blood, he began to tell the real purpose of this meeting.

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