“Viscount, you’ve gone a bit too far with those words.” Viren’s eyes flashed with anger.
These nobles are probably not looking for excellent adventurers, but rather loyal dogs.
Moreover, given Villen's understanding of Linda, he would never say something like "kill Millis." It's highly likely that Millis exaggerated and deliberately smeared Linda.
“Miwen, we’re here to invest; there’s no need to waste our breath on these lowlifes.”
A fat man in a tuxedo, his face piled high with fat, said with a grin:
“Milis speaks without thinking. My daughter told me that Linda only pushed them away and there was no such thing as killing anyone.”
These adventurers from small towns, lacking formal education, are understandably of low character. We'll simply leave without investing a single gold coin.
“Viscount Punk is right. Guild Master Velen, you can shut up now. We will see for ourselves the quality of the adventurers in White Dove City.”
"It was said by a thin, blond, middle-aged man with a hooked nose."
These three are all viscounts from Jinchi City.
Jinchi City is known as the treasure trove of Cangqing Province, as the province's largest auction house, trading companies, and entertainment venues are all located there.
In the Adventurers' Weekly's annual summary, this city ranked third. Although there were no decent homegrown adventure teams, the power of gold coins attracted many geniuses from other cities to join Goldpool City and serve the local nobles.
Facing the three viscounts, Miven, Punk, and Lyrus, Velen was like an old horse crushed by a sack of potatoes, unable to lift his head at all.
If Velen were young, he would have flipped the table and fired those three long ago. But once adventurers retire and get older, their tempers become better and better. Or rather, they are forced to become "good-tempered" under the heavy pressure of reality.
The city of White Dove has spent tens of millions of gold coins on publicity for this exhibition match, and Velen cannot allow all of those gold coins to go to waste.
Some of them came from imperial funding, but most came from local adventurers.
The registration fee, property tax, transaction tax, merchant commission, and stall tax in the Secret Realm Square... these gold coins are the blood and sweat of adventurers in White Dove City.
Viren took a deep breath and raised his head with a smile: "The three viscounts are right. The quality of our adventurers in White Dove City does indeed need to be improved."
Viscount Miwen hummed in satisfaction: "That's more like it. How dare an adventure team from a mere small city talk back to my daughter? It's simply outrageous."
“Yes, yes, yes.” Viren chuckled dryly.
Before long, the sun rose from the east, and the morning sun shone on the earth.
The adventurers took their seats in order, guided by the staff.
The entire Secret Realm Square was packed with people, a sea of black.
A rough estimate puts the number at over 10,000.
The audience seating was divided into three sections. People in the back rows had to stand on tiptoe to see the large screen suspended above the arena, while the front rows were much more comfortable. Not only were the seats beige single sofas, but they were also equipped with a bucket of popcorn and two cans of freshly brewed ale.
Correspondingly, the ticket price reached a terrifying ten thousand gold coins.
Basically, only merchants, or experienced Rock-class or Iron-class squads, can afford to buy them.
"A number of people have come, including Moon-rank adventurers, [Heart Thief] Aragah, Roger from Nanyan City, Xiongji...
A male elf with short blond hair pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
His name is Frye, the captain of the Joyful Wind Adventure Team in Red Peach City.
It was Fry who organized the various Iron-Class teams to prepare for the encirclement and annihilation of Linda when she invaded the resource area of Red Peach City.
Hearing that Linda had returned alive from the closed Mythic+ dungeon, Frye was terrified and dreamt that his resource area had been completely looted.
As soon as the news of the exhibition match came out, several captains who were familiar with Freijo came to check on the enemy's situation.
"A ticket worth 10,000 gold coins can buy me several haircuts." The brown-haired, black woman, known as the "Flower Messenger," Zilina, looked reluctant.
The other two Iron-class captains are Wall, the Coyote, and Timo, the Swift Shadow.
"Although the Ghosts and Rock Adventurers from White Dove City have left, the three new teams, including Phoenix Tail Flower, should not be underestimated!"
A cold glint flashed in Wall's wolf-like eyes: "The resource zone of Red Peach City must not be invaded a second time."
Timo, a short raccoon, said lazily with his head resting on his arm, "As long as they don't invade our 'Thunder and Lightning Adventure Team', it's fine."
As the group was talking, a sudden, deafening roar erupted from the back row.
The enthusiastic shouts made their ears ache.
"What's going on..."
Fry covered his ears, looking annoyed.
On the arena appeared a young girl with a brown ponytail and freckles. She held a magical megaphone, and a lively voice emanated from it, drowning out all the noise in the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to White Dove City! Today's host is none other than the editor-in-chief of this White Dove newspaper, the renowned Miss Camille!"
Without further ado, let's welcome the following four adventure team captains with applause.
They will surely kick off the tournament with a spectacular battle!
First to enter is—the fairy of ice and snow, the elegant and precise swordswoman, the captain of the Ice Flower Adventure Team, a level 33 star-rank adventurer, [Frost Swordswoman] Isa!
A silver light flickered in the contestant passage separated by a red curtain.
Most people couldn't even see what was happening. In the blink of an eye, a graceful silver-haired girl with a slender sword at her waist appeared on the fighting stage.
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