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"The key is that he actually came back alive and gave the task to Ahmed of the Dean Kate family. I heard that Ahmed is currently developing a special panacea..."

“This is fucking outrageous!!”

In the Guild Advisor's office, the afternoon sun shone through the stained-glass windows onto the piles of mission files. Aegina Zul was correcting documents with her head down, her light brown hair draped over her pointed ears.

"Clap!"

A crisp breaking sound suddenly rang out.

The quill in the half-elf girl's hand snapped in two without warning, and the ink splashed onto the mission report that had just been delivered - on which was clearly printed the bright red seal of [Hoshimi. Independent Subjugation Completed].

The air froze for a second.

"See you in the stars!!!"

Aegina slammed the table so hard that the ink bottle on the table jumped up.

The flock of birds outside the window was startled by the roar and flew away in all directions, their feathers fluttering down. The half-elf girl's trembling fingers flipped through the mission records frantically, and the parchment made a harsh friction sound.

"We agreed to just investigate?!" Aina's voice trembled. "I clearly wrote [No Solo Attacks] in huge red letters! I even stamped it with three warning stamps!"

Rose, the red-haired werewolf girl, carefully handed over a cup of scented tea, her furry ears twitching nervously. "E-Eina, calm down... Although the process was dangerous, the mission was indeed... perfectly accomplished..."

“Is this a question of completion?!”

The half-elf girl suddenly grabbed her long brown hair. Her originally clear voice was now fragmented. The sunlight shone on her slightly trembling pointed ears, reflecting an almost transparent blush.

"This...this fool who doesn't know how to live or die..."

The half-elf girl's voice suddenly choked. A tear fell on the mission report, blurring the ink. "What if... this... what if this idiot brother dies..."

Rose gently hugged her trembling colleague and smelled the faint scent of ink mixed with the salty taste of tears coming from him. Outside the office, several guild staff members passing by tacitly lowered their footsteps.

………………

The setting sun stretched the shadow of the Tower of Babel far longer, and a molten-gold glow flowed over the buildings of Orario. The rooftops of the Hephaestus family's workshops reflected an orange-red light, like burning torches.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the western mountains, tens of millions of magic stone lamps lit up one after another, turning the entire city into a dazzling galaxy on earth.

The sign of [Flame Beacon Pavilion] on South Main Street is particularly eye-catching in the night. It is a bronze-forged flaming phoenix with a wingspan of three meters, and each feather is inlaid with glowing red obsidian.

Unlike the cozy atmosphere of the "Host of Plenty," this tavern is filled with the rough aroma of dwarven liquor, and the walls made of oak barrels are hung with battle flags of various adventuring teams.

The obsidian door curtain was lifted by a hand wearing metal armor, and Chun Kobrand walked into the room with lazy steps. Her dark red clothes shone like blood agate under the light.

Her eyes swept across the tavern, and then Miss Chun walked straight to the most secluded round table in the corner, where a tall figure with ice-blue hair was already sitting.

"Hey, the military police officer is not wearing a uniform today?"

Tsubaki smiled and placed a short blade against the wall, the metal making a crisp sound as it collided with the stone wall.

Shakti Farma raised his head, revealing a face as sharp as a knife beneath his short blue hair. The ivory badge on his chest, symbolizing the Ganesha clan, shone coldly under the light. Even in casual clothes, the oppressive feeling of the strongest law enforcer in the city still made the adventurers at the next table unconsciously lower their voices.

"Call me a military police again and I'll handcuff you and put you back in prison."

Shakti Farma pushed a glass of amber liquor over, and the condensation on the wall of the glass slid down her slender fingers.

"The dwarf brewmaster has just opened a barrel of lava blood, eighty degrees."

Miss Chun took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. A flame suddenly ignited in her throat. She said excitedly, "Ha... this is what we call wine! Those sweet fruit wines from [Mistress of Plenty] are simply for elf children."

The innkeeper of Flame Beacon Pavilion, a dwarf with a flaming beard, personally served the roasted rock lizard tail and black bread, saluted respectfully, and quickly retreated.

Everyone knows that when two LV5 female warriors in Orario meet privately, it is best to maintain a safe distance of more than several meters.

"You're looking for me because of that, right?"

Shakti Farma suddenly got to the point, tapping out a secret rhythm with his fingertips on the table. Then the magic crystal lamp on the wall behind him suddenly dimmed, and the VIP room was shrouded in a private dimness.

Chun's slender fingers turned the empty wine glass. The amber wine residue on the wall of the glass looked like solidified blood and tears under the light.

"Those old men from the Chamber of Commerce have been giving you a lot of trouble lately, haven't they?"

Chun raised her red lips slightly, but a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Ah."

Shakti's sneer made the candlelight on the table tremble. Under his short blue hair, his eyes as cold as polar ice were filled with ripples of disgust.

"Every morning at the meeting, I have to listen to the howling of those old men. '[Gale] must be brought to justice!', 'That elf executioner is lurking in the shadows again!'"

Shakti imitated the trembling voices of the old councilors and suddenly slammed his fist on the oak table, causing the wine glass to jump three inches high.

“It’s so annoying!”

Chun looked at the wine swaying in the glass, with a helpless arc on the corner of his mouth.

The two knew full well that the guild and the [Ganesha Familia] had no intention of actually hunting down Liu.

Who among those who perished under Gale's wooden sword wasn't a scum colluding with the dark factions? It was only because of a lack of solid evidence that these termites continued to squirm under the light of Orario. However, Liu's decisive and decisive approach was like a sword that cut through hypocrisy.

"Even though there hasn't been any news about [Swift Wind] in a long time, they still worry that one night they'll be walking through a dark alley and suddenly, 'Bang!' their heads will explode like this."

Tsubaki said with a smile as she crushed a piece of nut shell.

Shakti's lips curled into a cold smile. "If you go according to your plan and forge a death certificate to give those old immortals an explanation, this would both increase the city's combat power and allow some people to sleep peacefully...it seems feasible."

"However, the news of her converting to join you will not be made public for now. Once the storm has died down, I will personally make her a new ID card. Her name will be [Liu Xing], right?"

Shakti felt that the name was somewhat strange. She had thought that it would at least be changed to something like [Lyu Astralia].

"Then I'll trouble you~"

Chun raised the newly filled wine glass, and the wine reflected her fox-like smiling eyes.

Shakti didn't clink glasses immediately. Lan stared at the swaying reflection in the glass, and his voice suddenly became soft, as if he was talking to himself: "[Gale]...you're nineteen years old this year, right?"

"Ah."

"If my sister were still alive..." Shakti paused, "she would be this age this year."

The air suddenly solidified.

Chun's red wine glass stopped in mid-air, with tiny ripples appearing on the surface of the wine.

Of course Chun knew about Shakti's sister.

Adi Farma, who was 15 years old before her death, was a Lv. 3 adventurer with the title [Poem of Ivory] and was the youngest sister of Shakti Farma.

A second-level adventurer with a strong sense of justice. Compared to the self-disciplined Shakti, he has a very cheerful personality. He is a good friend of Liu Liang and often assists the Astralia family in urban patrols.

I have loved the story of "The Argonauts" since I was a child, and I am more able than anyone else to think about the "meaning of comedy" and "the direction of justice" hidden in the story.

Five years ago, Adi Farma fought against the Dark Faction that attacked the city. He and the others were divided into three groups. Three days later, they went to raid the Dark Faction's stronghold. While comforting a child, he was caught by the child, and then the bomb exploded, killing Adi (the Dark Faction brainwashed children to turn them into suicide bombers).

Adi Farma's death caused Liu to blame himself and think again about what justice is.

If Adi Falma were alive, with her qualifications, she could indeed reach LV5 like Liu, and add another LV5 first-level adventurer to the [Ganesha Family].

Thinking of this, Shakti pushed the second glass of wine towards Tsubaki with her slender fingers. Her ice-blue nails shimmered in the candlelight. The amber wine swayed gently in the glass, reflecting her thoughtful face.

"By the way, what is that elf doing now?"

Shakti asked suddenly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the condensation on the wine glass.

Chun's red lips curled up into a cunning arc:

"Busy getting married."

"puff--!"

Shakti sprayed a mouthful of wine onto the peacock blue tablecloth, causing her short ice-blue hair to explode. Three black question marks appeared on her head. She looked at her best friend in disbelief, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“With whom???”

Shakti Farma asked.

"Hahahaha!"

When Chun saw Shakti's shocked expression, she immediately slammed the table and laughed, shaking her wine glass, with a gleam in her eyes of a successful prank.

"I'm just kidding~ But why do you think she converted to our clan? Not the [Ganesha Familia], nor the [Loki Familia], but the [Hephaestus Familia], which has no connection whatsoever."

Chun didn't wait for Shakti to answer and started talking:

"She's fallen for our lovely young man. Just yesterday, the God said he'd be a witness to their wedding and built a moonlight altar for them to hold an elven wedding ceremony. But then the elf got embarrassed and ran out the door with a red face. While trying to escape through the window, he actually fell flat on his face... This is a Level 5 adventurer! What a loser, a loser elf!"

"I haven't been watching her for two months...and she's already this useless?"

Shakti's expression gradually changed from shock to disbelief, then he suddenly paused, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Wait... that cute black-haired handsome boy you mentioned, could it be..."

Shakti Farma pulled out a gold-embossed notice from his bosom, and the portrait of Xingjian who had been promoted to LV3 shone brightly in the candlelight.

"After becoming an adventurer for just one month, he reached level 2. Then, he skipped two levels and defeated a level 4 tree dragon. In three months, he became a level 2 adventurer. Orario... no, the fastest in the world."

Chun's fingertips gently tapped the portrait, grinning like a stealthy cat. "Both times, it was a dragon slayer upgrade. Dragon Slayer x Elf Princess, isn't this a good script?"

"Ha!" Shakti laughed out loud, a rare tenderness shimmering in his icy blue eyes. "Both upgrades involved slaying dragons... It's like he walked out of the Argonauts. If Adi were here, he'd definitely pester this kid with adventure stories every day..."

Their glasses clinked softly in silence. The rippling water of the liquor reflected the ceiling mural of a hero slaying a dragon—the warrior's figure, sword raised high, and the black-haired boy's brilliant smile on the notice board, gradually overlapping in the wine.

Chapter 96 A new era for Xingjian is coming

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed over the training ground. The two afterimages collided and separated at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to grasp. Ais Wallenstein's golden hair shone like molten gold in the sunlight, and every arc drawn by the training sword in her hand was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

"Ais! How about this?"

Tiona laughed and spun, her double-edged axe whipping up a silver whirlwind. Beads of sweat dripped down the Amazon's tanned skin, but she unleashed a formidable burst of strength to block Aisi's thrust, forcing the blonde swordsman back three steps.

"Qiang——!"

Sparks exploded between the two of them. Ai Si retreated lightly and landed on the ground. Her amber pupils shrank slightly. Her slender fingers tightened around the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, she charged forward at an even faster speed, and the training sword left seven overlapping sword shadows in the air.

"Wow!"

Tiona hastily raised her battle axe, only to be knocked back several steps. She shook her numb wrist, her green eyes blazing with a fiercer fighting spirit. "Come again! Aisi, I won't let you go to dinner until we've decided the winner today!"

"It's unusually lively. Diona has already taken the initiative to train four times this month, and Aisi has even extended her training time by a third. They're going to the dungeon more and more frequently."

At this moment, Finn Dimna, the leader of the blond dwarf tribe, sat on the granite steps, his short legs swinging leisurely, a tactical board resting on his knees, covered with densely packed calculation symbols.

Livilia Rios Alf stood aside with her hands folded, her emerald hair gently fluttering in the morning breeze. The elven royal's sharp gaze swept across every corner of the training ground:

"Where's Bert?"

"boom!"

The oak barrel that Grace was carrying fell heavily to the ground, and the dwarf warrior's beard was still stained with beer foam.

"That kid? He got furious after reading the Hephaestus family's promotion announcement!"

Grace imitated the werewolf youth's irritable look perfectly:

"'What a joke! It took me two and a half years to reach Level 3! How come that jerk waiter at the bar only took three months...!'"

Grace imitated Bert's kicking gesture and then said, "He rushed straight into the dungeon, saying he wanted to kill the floor master to prove who the real genius is!"

Finn held his forehead and sighed. The sunlight shone through his short light golden hair, casting a small shadow on the ground.

"What a... meaningless way of expressing it."

Livilia stared at the two men engaged in a fierce clash, her pointed elf ears trembling slightly. "But I have to admit, the Hephaestus kid is truly a freak. He went from a novice adventurer to Level 3 in just three months... and twice, he defeated dragon monsters above his level. It took Ais two years to reach Level 3, and that was with our constant guidance..."

Suddenly there was a loud noise on the training ground.

Ais and Tiona's weapons flew out at the same time and penetrated deeply into the stone wall ten meters away.

The two female warriors started fighting hand-to-hand regardless of the consequences. The Amazon's joint skills and the swordsman's judo raised clouds of dust on the sand.

"It seems quite exciting~"

Grace took a big gulp of beer, the amber liquid dripping down his beard. "At this rate... maybe in a few years, the three of us old guys will be caught up."

"I'm still young."

Livilia spoke slowly, the bottom of her staff slamming against the stone slab. Magically generated frost spread across the ground, instantly freezing Grace's wine barrel.

The dwarves and the little people froze at the same time.

"Ahem... the weather is really nice today." Finn coughed twice strategically.

Grace stared at the wine barrel frozen into an ice sculpture and suddenly burst into hearty laughter: "As expected of the eternal eighteen-year-old elf lady!"

(She’s almost 100 years old, why is she still pretending to be young?!)

Of course, he only dared to roar this sentence in his heart. If he really said it out loud, he might be frozen into an ice sculpture by Livilia's ice magic in the next second and keep company with the barrel.