Everyone's become an adventurer, so who's going to put in the effort themselves?

"In that case, could you do me a small favor and complete the membership application process for these two newcomers?"

"Is it Miss Illusion?" Odelle blinked, her expression still sweet as she said, "The membership procedure is fine, but as for the stamp, Grandpa isn't here, so we might not be able to get it stamped."

"After all, new members need to have their bodies stamped when they join... and that thing, only Grandpa can use it here."

"Huh? Where did Old Marco go?" Lilia asked, quite surprised.

At this moment, Odelle smiled and said, "It seems she was called to a meeting by the regional headquarters. Judging by the time, it should take a few more days."

The voice just fell.

With a loud crash!

The association's door was kicked open.

Immediately afterwards, a loud and imposing shout rang out:

"My men!! I, Marco, am back alive!!!"

Upon hearing this sound, Lynn turned to look at the gate very close to the entrance of the underground passage.

Then, he saw nothing!

"Where is he?" Lynn was taken aback.

At this moment, Odelle pointed to the ground:

“It’s over there.”

Lynn looked down, following Odelle's direction.

Suddenly, a bald old man, less than 50 centimeters tall and with a long beard, appeared in front of Lynn.

"This... is the president of the Mona City branch of the Gospel Church?"

in an instant,

Lynn fell into deep thought.

Is this guy a dwarf or a short man?

Chapter 101 Could it be that the Master of Reporting has also transmigrated to another world?

Inside the 'Giants Association'.

With a loud shout, many people looked towards the gate.

Upon seeing that it was Chairman Marco returning, most people turned back to continue having fun and basking in the atmosphere of Rose Street.

Having rushed back home in fear of something happening, Ma saw this scene and immediately began to curse:

"What the heck? Why did they call the Rose Street dance troupe to perform again?"

"Damn it, you little brats, don't you care about my safety at all?"

At that moment, a dark-skinned, middle-aged man with a buzz cut raised his beer towards Marco at a table near the center.

"President, you've come back alive from those lunatics at regional headquarters again?"

"Awesome!!"

"Those old geezers didn't kill you?"

"Hahaha~~"

"To celebrate the president's safe return, I, Duncan, will be paying for the beer tonight!!"

"As expected, there are still people who care about this old man."

Marco was initially comforted by these words, but when he heard Duncan offer to buy him drinks, he immediately became agitated:

"You're always treating everyone, why don't you pay for it?!"

"You fucking owe me 8 yuan for drinks!!"

"A glass of wine costs five yuan, and you dare to owe me this much? You shameless bastard, have you no shame?!"

However, Duncan just laughed and said when he heard this:

"Guards! The president has been ambushed! From this day forward, I, Duncan, am the new president!!"

In an instant, the drunkards surrounding Duncan raised their glasses and cheered:

"Long live Chairman Duncan!!!"

"Long live Chairman Duncan!!!"

"Damn it, I'm not dead yet."

Marco grumbled as he walked into the association, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Odelle:

"Oh, it's little Audrey. Is it your turn to be on duty today?"

“Yes, Grandpa,” Odelle replied with a smile.

At this moment, Lynn looked at Marco's height of less than 50 centimeters, then at Audrey's height of at least 1.7 meters with her cat ears, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost:

"This is...our biological child?"

"Of course he's my biological son, what's wrong with that?"

Marco suddenly appeared next to Lynn, jumped onto a bench, and looked up at Lynn:

"Hey kid, new face?"

“Yes, I just arrived.” Lynn tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

At this moment, Marco looked Lynn up and down, then glanced at the open underground passage behind him, and clicked his tongue in disapproval:

"You're not a good fit for the association. Go back."

"Huh?" Lynn was immediately shocked upon hearing this. He wasn't suitable to join? What happened? What were the evaluation criteria?

At this moment, Lilia, who was standing to the side, said with a smile:

"Old Marco, are you looking for a beating again? These are the men I brought."

Upon hearing this, Marco glanced at Lilia standing beside him, and immediately showed a look of disgust after recognizing her voice.

"They just arrived to carry out a mission, and now they're trying to poach people from my territory."

"How can you deacons from headquarters be so unprofessional?"

"Mona City is my territory. I can say who can enter and who can't, and they can't enter. Understand?"

Hearing Marco's words, Lilia's smile faded, and she gave Marco a strange look:

"Old man, with your bad temper, it's quite impressive that you've managed to stay in your position all this time without being killed by the regional headquarters."

"That's because my fists are harder than theirs!"

Marco snorted coldly, and added:

"Their backgrounds are stronger than theirs!"

"I do have a surname!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately became alert.

If he remembered correctly, in this world, having a surname meant that one's ancestors once had a demigod, and that one's family lineage was descended from that demigod.

This dwarf has this kind of background?

With this background, what kind of evangelical church are you?

Thinking of this, Lynn had an even bigger headache. This person had connections and influence, and also had a strange temper. Moreover, he was the branch president of the local gospel church. Now, the situation was getting complicated.

Realizing the situation was bad, Lynn immediately turned to look at Lilia.

Lilia simply gave a "don't worry" smile in response:

"Old Marco, aren't you going to ask what this kid's last name is?"

Upon hearing this, Marco couldn't help but glance at Lynn again, then smiled:

"A surname? Someone with a surname can use a 'special channel' to join my association?"

However, as he was laughing, Marco suddenly couldn't speak.

He looked at Lynn's face with suspicion, at the cat-face mask he was wearing, and said in a suddenly subtle tone:

"Wait a minute, what's your last name again? Could it be...?"

Old Ma lowered his voice and asked:

"Netvoka?"

Lynn nodded with a strange expression upon hearing this, and also took out the fake identity that Mira had made for him earlier from his pocket.

Upon seeing the familiar ID card, Marco clicked his tongue, glanced around, and urged:

"Quickly put it away! This thing can't be seen by anyone else."

Lynn silently put the things away and then looked at Old Marco.

At this moment, Marco said with a speechless expression:

"Why are they sending another one?"

"Seriously, this is the third one this year!"

"They always gather a little intelligence and run away, which makes me a constant target of the regional headquarters!"

"Can't you people use your brains more when you do things?"

"At least dig out some important intelligence and distance yourself from me before you run away!"

Upon hearing Marco's words, Lynn's expression became quite subtle.

So, this guy is a long-time nemesis of the Knightworth family?

At this moment, Marco rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned to Odelle, saying:

"I'll go unlock the emblem. You can use it later, Odelle."

"By the way, Odelle, stay away from this kid from now on."

"Not a single man in the Knightworth family is not a womanizer."

"Okay, Grandpa," Audrey said, still full of energy.

Then, Odelle smiled and gestured to Lynn, saying, "Sir, please come with me."

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; regardless of the circumstances, her membership should be secure.

However, the next second, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is it this gentleman?

Where is the lady?

Lynn paused for a moment, turned his head to look around, and then saw Fiona walking over from the direction of the Fox Girl Dance Troupe on the right.

After Fiona approached, Lynn asked in a low voice:

What are you going over there for?

“Let me confirm one person.” Fiona pointed to a table near the center.

Lynn looked up and immediately saw a dark-skinned, bald middle-aged man leading a large group of people in drinking beer.

Which one is it? Do you know them?

“He was the one who drank the most and kept insisting on treating everyone,” Fiona said in a complicated tone. “He’s my uncle.”

Uncle? Lynn's expression suddenly became very subtle.

If he remembered correctly, Fiona's uncle should be a core member of the Lionheart family, the younger or older brother of the current Lionheart King of the Orcish Kingdom?

That bald, middle-aged man who looks like a construction worker?

The prince of the orc kingdom?

"How did he end up like this?" Lynn asked in surprise. "Wait, how did he end up here?"