Sonia laughed softly:

"Weiwei, thinking too much and doing too little is not the way of us banshees. Being confused by past images and unwilling to open our eyes is not what we should do. I now ask you to open your eyes and make a good evaluation.

How harmful is this werewolf virus, and is it qualified to be used as a trumpet to destroy the world?"

"…"

Vivian was persuaded and stood up side by side with Sonia, looking at the Banshee Street under construction.

She thought about it seriously:

"A large group of level 1 to 2 werewolves, no matter what..."

"Not a big group."

Sonia emphasized:

"They will infect trees and stones. Just think about it, if it weren't for us, how many days would it take for the Weeping Peninsula to fall under the siege of tens of millions of werewolves? Think about it again, if it weren't for Melina and I.

If the uncle who does too much and talks too little gets rid of the Shining Swamp Wolf Dragon, will it choose to bring its 'talent to the mainland'?"

"…"

Even though she has a very bad impression of Sonia, Vivian still has to admit that this kind of thing is possible.

Groups of level 1 werewolves are not something to be afraid of, and the harm of more than 1,000 of them is no greater than that of a flying level 6 red dragon. But what if the number exceeds 1,000,000? Or even more? The harm has already exceeded that of a level 20 legend.

The red dragon is planted.

The guild may eventually be forced to send many level 20 explorers to the Weeping Peninsula to solve the source problem.

In the end, a lot of manpower may be sacrificed.

But admitting it would...

Vivian struggled in her heart for a while, then slowly closed her eyes and said as if she was defeated:

"I agree."

She was defeated.

He was defeated by the high moral standards in his heart and the arrogant heart that did not allow the guild rules to be broken by himself.

She admits to the exploits that will allow the guild to be blackmailed:

"What kind of reward do you want? I will ask the headquarters for approval, and I will explain the situation in detail. For this matter, you must hand over all the werewolf statues to the guild for safekeeping, okay?"

"No problem."

Sonia breathed a long sigh of relief, then said with a playful smile:

"The reward for saving the world should be huge, right?"

"The economic managers of the guild are giant puppet cats. If you let them bleed, the economic crisis they will cause will be a crisis of annihilation. I don't think you want to offset the merits and demerits, right?"

Vivian warned.

Sonia laughed: "Then give me, Xiaomei and Maria a set of equipment above level 15?"

"Bottom line."

Vivian closed her eyes in pain. Everyone knew the bottom line of the Explorers Guild, and the reason Sonia would bring it up was naturally not to 'pass', but to pave the way.

"Well, then open up branch and guild autonomy?"

There are only two branch-level guilds in the entire world with autonomy, one in the deep sea and one on the Sky Islands.

"...Bottom line." Vivian suppressed these two words.

"Oh, saving the world is just a waste of money? Gong Han."

Even with Vivian's quality, she finally broke through her defense:

"What the hell do you want, just say it. Is it interesting to be disgusting?"

Sonia smiled wickedly:

"I'm enjoying it, Weiwei, okay, I won't tease you anymore, I want Hamlet."

"This is also a question...close to the bottom line."

Sonia smiled again and said gently:

"It seems that the land of the separated country is not an inviolable bottom line for you?"

"Fuck you!"

Vivian broke through the defense again. No, it should be called Wei Zhongtang now.

If you want to lose your power and humiliate the country, you must do it in the middle hall.

While the two were playing around, they suddenly saw three horse girls galloping on the streets of Banshee Street outside the window, and a small dragon girl was chasing their ponytails (real ponytails) with its big wings flapping and howling.<

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Vivian was silent for a moment.

Sonia pinched her chin: "I remember, didn't Xiaomei find a clockwork cat as a kindergarten teacher? How could it be..."

Then, the unchanging cynical expression on the rich lady's face froze.

Outside the window, five wind-up cats were meowing, jumping, and floating in a hurry. Melina, who was wearing a black gauze skirt and a black make-up in the style of a widowed widow, was waving.
Chapter completed!