“Clatter…”

In the pouring rain, the Speaker of the Storm Council sat in the living room of the residence of the Guardian Dragonmark Family, waiting with a wooden expression.

Including this family, he has already traveled to six places, but without exception, no one wanted to help the Storm Council.

"It's time to think about the future. We can't stay in Storm Bay any longer. We must return to Khorvaire as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Thinking anxiously in his heart, the Speaker, who had originally been working for the Storm Council, was ready to abandon everything here and go to Korvaire to start a new life.

He has money, and a huge amount of it. Unless his descendants are all fools who start their own businesses recklessly, it will not be easy for them to squander his fortune.

At this moment, the deputy steward who guarded the Dragon Mark Family walked out from the inner hall.

"I'm sorry, sir, the captain..."

The Guardian Dragon Mark Family is well-known throughout the continent for its mercenaries, and the person in charge of each garrison is the commander of the mercenary group.

Most holders of the Guardian Dragon Mark are trained to be excellent bodyguards and escorts, and are the most reputable employees in the industry.

The Speaker of the Storm Council actually planned to go back after being rejected three times, but the reason he waited until now was to negotiate a business with the Guardian Dragonmark Family.

Hearing his adjutant's words trying to get rid of him, the Speaker forced a smile.

He had used the same excuse to send people away before.

"Hey! You misunderstood. I am not here to ask you to send troops to help me, but to discuss business.

A mission to transport treasure to Sarn, to protect three targets, leaving immediately, do you want to take it?"

After hearing what the speaker said, the deputy looked him up and down. After more than ten seconds, he smiled and said:

"Sir, you are also flexible, that's right. Now that things have come to this, you can't force it. You'd better plan for yourself as soon as possible. I will arrange some people for you. You can wait here. We will set off soon."

Nodding, the Speaker took out a pocket-sized adamantine key from his clothes.

"This is the key to my vault. The treasures that need to be transported are those inside. You can just deduct the transportation fee from the vault."

Handing the adamantine key to the adjutant, the Speaker wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered instructions.

After weighing the key, the adjutant knew that this was a disguised bribe from the other party and he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

So he nodded and said, "Don't worry, we are very professional in protecting the Dragon Pattern Family, you just need to wait here for another hour or two.

Someone come! The guests have been waiting outside for such a long time, why don’t you even serve the snacks and preserved fruits! "

After saying that, the adjutant left with a group of people.

How could the speaker have the heart to eat some candied fruit? He just sat on the chair as long as possible, waiting for the adjutant to leave with his wife and children.

Sure enough, the people guarding the Dragon Mark Family were very efficient. More than an hour later, they returned with several dimensional bags and the Speaker’s wife and children.

It can be said that the Speaker has some conscience. His wife is about the same age as him, and his son is already in his forties. They are all his original wives.

"Dad, has it really come to this?"

Seeing his father sitting here in a somewhat dejected manner, the Speaker's son looked quite reluctant to let him go.

"We have to go. Can't you see the situation outside? This is our family's only way out. With so much money, what can't we do with it?"

After pulling his son, the Speaker had now completely accepted the reality that the Storm Parliament was doomed.

Soon, the family boarded the airship back to Khorvaire.

Also traveling along the airship to Khorvaire were letters from Carl and Hope.

…

"Dear Master, I am writing to you. I, your disciple, have been in some trouble recently. I hope you can come over. Smile."

In the office of the Tower of Wonders of Akanix, Morban looked at the brief letter and for a moment he was a little confused about what his good disciple was doing.

"This guy can't even explain himself clearly, how can I go over and help him? There's no way to prove that he sent the letter himself!"

Just when he was somewhat hesitant, he suddenly remembered the method of transmitting secret information by the Eye of the Kingdom that he had mentioned when discussing the subject with Carl before.

Then he followed one of the methods and heated the letter slightly.

Suddenly, more words appeared on the paper that was mostly blank.

"I found a legendary harp made by a stone giant bard in Xen'drik, but Storm Bay seems to have fallen into the conspiracy of the Winter's Son Druid. I can't control the situation. Come quickly!!!"

Seeing the three consecutive exclamation marks, Mooreban nodded, feeling that this was indeed Karl's tone.

"No. 1, wait for the tower master to come back and report my whereabouts to him. Sigh~, this kid really gets into trouble wherever he goes!"

After saying that, Mooreban put on the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid Symbiote Armor that Carl had given him as a gift, and strode away towards the teleportation square.

But when Mooreban arrived at Storm Bay through the teleportation array, he was stunned by the scene there.

Not far outside the teleportation array, the bases of those ordinary forces had been destroyed beyond recognition. The twisted tree spirits smashed everything on the surface, but they all avoided the bases of the Dragon Pattern Family and other important forces.

At this time, three days had passed since Karl sent the letter.

The cause of the current scene in Storm Bay happened two days ago.

"Huh~, I've finally been promoted to level 10 Artificer. I've also sent out all the letters and other things. Now that I've made some preparations, things will be more stable."

On the second floor of the base, Carl finally completed his promotion after a period of hard work.

With the effects brought by the professional characteristics, Carl suddenly understood many problems in making strange machines.

"V, what are we having for dinner tonight? Ask Hope and Scorpion to make something hearty!"

After giving V an order via mental link, Carl went to rinse off and then headed towards Bane and Thorin who were exercising.

Because the second floor became particularly large after being renovated by V, Carl divided it into a training area and a shooting range.

Since its completion, Baine and Thorin have been exercising here all day.

"Baine! Thorin! My artificer level has reached level 10! Let's have something delicious tonight to celebrate!"

After sharing the good news with the two, Carl took the elevator back to the first floor.

When Scorpion found out, he immediately prepared to go out to buy some fresh seafood.

Ever since she learned from Hope that many seafoods have the function of nourishing yin and tonifying the kidneys, she always tries to add more seafood to her meals.

Carl felt that Bane's hiding in the training ground had something to do with this matter.

As an Eruden, Carl still likes aquatic products very much, so he took Hope and Scorpion to the market on his newly made magic motorcycle.

Although the atmosphere here is becoming more depressing nowadays, there is no problem with basic food supply.

Rather, for some unexplained reasons, the buying and selling of various foods suddenly increased.

Carl felt that many people had begun to recruit troops in secret, and they were just waiting for the first person to come forward to formally fight against the Storm Council, and the rest would pop up like mushrooms after rain.

"How much are this squid and these shrimp? 3 copper coins? The price has increased? Okay, give me more of this, this, and some oysters and this!"

The task of bargaining with merchants has always been the Scorpion's responsibility. I don't know what's wrong with these drow, but once they enter human society, they immediately become bargaining experts.

Ying is also an expert at bargaining, but she always relies on a cold face and playing hard to get to bargain, which makes Karl afraid to go shopping with her, for fear that the boss will hug his legs and cry.

Soon, all the things were sold out, and because of Scorpion's superb bargaining skills, the boss even gave him some tuna and shellfish for free.

But just as the three of them were about to go back, several gunshots were suddenly heard nearby.

The three of them looked back and found that there was a crowd of people on the west side of the market.

"Something happened!"

Almost at the same moment, this thought flashed through the minds of everyone present.

The vendors, who had experienced a similar incident before, began to pack up their things skillfully.

The riot in the distance is rapidly spreading towards this side.

"Kill him! Kill this Storm Council lackey!"

In front of the surging crowd, a disheveled guy was trying to escape. Carl looked closely and found that he was an acquaintance.

"Isn't that the Storm Council member who came to search earlier?"

Scorpion standing by obviously knew this man. Seeing that he was in such bad luck, the corners of his mouth were almost bent to his ears.

"Get lost! Are you crazy? How dare you attack me? You just didn't pay for the meal. I didn't pay for the meal at his house before! You, you are so bold. I, I will..."

Although he spoke in a very powerful tone, anyone could see that the congressman was actually weak inside.

Those who had been oppressed by him finally realized that the Storm Council was weak inside.

'Yeah, they are not much stronger than me, why should I be bullied by them?

And I'm in the right!'

As similar thoughts appeared in people's minds, a strange aura began to spread rapidly.

Finally, the congressman realized the difference in the situation.

"I, I can just give him the money, right? A meal only costs a few dollars, you guys..."

Before he could finish, a child who looked about eleven or twelve suddenly rushed out with a rusty dagger.

How could the already nervous congressman fail to notice this child? Seeing that the other party actually attacked him, he subconsciously kicked the other party.

With a cry of pain, the child's arm bent abnormally in the opposite direction.

The congressman was congratulating himself on his skills, but more people were swinging swords at him.

The congressman hastily took out the revolver from his waist and tried to fight back, but a thief stole the gun from his hand.

"Bang!"

I don't know where the gunshot came from, but the congressman's head was blown up in the street.

(End of this chapter)