The Alchemist Guild in White Sand City is located at the intersection of Yeshan Street in Bangalore District. Even if you stand on the street next to it, you can see the cold iron light shining from the towering five-story building of the Alchemist Guild.

Everyone knows that the Alchemist Guild has followed strict hierarchical rules for thousands of years, so the suite on the top floor belongs to only one person - the president of the White Sand Branch of the Alchemist Guild, Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko...

At normal times, before 10 o'clock in the evening, the suite on the top floor of the White Sands Branch of the Alchemist Guild, which is exclusively president of Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko, will become pitch black.

Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko always practices strict habits of going to bed early and getting up early, without a wife and children. He never drinks alcohol, never gambles, and never goes to cinemas or brothels.

But today's situation is obviously not normal, because it has been more than 11 o'clock, and Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko's suite is still brightly lit.

In the large suite on the top floor where all the light sources are lit, you can vaguely see through the not-too-thick window screen. On the dozen high-back chairs that should have been empty and shadows, three middle-aged men and women in alchemist costumes, who were of varying heights were sitting at each other.

If Ma Long peeked outside the window, he would definitely see the expressionless middle-aged man sitting in the main seat, and suddenly he would be Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko, the president of the White Sand Branch of the Alchemy Guild who greeted him twice.

Because the doors and windows are closed, the air lacks flow in the conference hall, and the air can be described as dull.

Thomasen Anwar Amoshenko, who was sitting straight, closed his eyes, but he looked as if he was still as motionless as a mountain. He seemed to be waiting for something.

The two middle-aged men and women sitting on both sides of Amoshenko were exchanging eyes from time to time, and their eyes clearly had a look of uneasiness flashing.

Twist -

The closed door of the conference hall suddenly got knocked.

Perhaps because the knocking sound was too sudden, the two middle-aged men and women in the conference hall were holding the body of two men and women, and they were almost simultaneously knocking on the door. Then they bet on the four steel swordsman-type melee war puppets guarding both sides of the gate.

What made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief was that the four hands were holding the swords tightly, and the steel sword saint-shaped melee war puppet with arc-shaped arm blades outside their elbows were also shining in their eyes with a dark blue symbolizing safety.

"President, vice president, secretary of affairs... I'm back! Senbo!"

Outside the door, there was a shout from the door.

"I'll go open the door!"

The middle-aged woman with a triangle silver star embroidered on the chest of the alchemist's robe jumped up like a spring.

"Sit down." Amoshenko, who had originally closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said this: "Chief Seerjus, pay attention to your identity."

So the middle-aged woman in brocade clothes sat back in awkwardly.

After the middle-aged woman in brocade clothes, known as Seerjus, sat down, Amoshenko finally set her sight at the door of the conference hall: "Come in."

With Amoshenko's permission, the conference halls were finally pushed open from outside, and a man in tight black clothes walked in from outside the door.

"Senbo, what's going on over Fanhua Garden?"

The person who asked this question was a middle-aged woman in brocade clothes, sitting diagonally opposite Seerjus, the middle-aged man with four-cornered silver stars embroidered on her robe and wearing a single piece of crystal glasses stuck on her left eye.

"The so-called researchers who can be made have all been found out from our research center of the God-Following Young Man! According to the information from the inside line, I was afraid that before I came back, the God-Following Young Man did not respond to this incident except to send someone to conduct a simple investigation into the identity of the person who left!"

According to the request of the middle-aged man wearing single-piece crystal glasses, a man named Senbo who came in from outside the door reported all the information he knew.

"call--"

The middle-aged man with a single crystal lens stuck in his left eye couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

"Where is Fanhua Garden? Is there no news about Fanhua Garden?"

The middle-aged woman named Seerjus asked this question when she breathed a sigh of relief from a single piece of crystal glasses.

"Yes, we finally heard the news in the inside line of Fanhua Garden! The young man with a divine family summoned more than a dozen servants, and then he didn't know what he had to talk to those servants, so he directly put all the servants in a confinement. Moreover, the red dragons who lived in Fanhua Garden at both ends suddenly flew away from Fanhua Garden in the darkness of the night. From the direction, it seemed that they wanted to return to Longkong Mountain, the old nest of the dragon clan. However... that inside line seemed to have exposed his identity because of the transmission of the message. Now it has probably been executed by the cruel old housekeeper of Fanhua Garden, or perhaps the young man with a divine family himself."

A man named Senbo answered the question of the guild chief Seerjus in quick and clear language. When he said the last sentence, Senbo's tone clearly showed a slight smell of a rabbit dead and a fox sadness.

"It is her glory to dedicate to the Alchemist Guild. Senbo, after the young man with divine family surrenders like our Alchemist Guild, come to me to receive a pension of 5,000 rand to her family. This money is very enough to pay for the precious life she paid for the guild. Our Alchemist Guild will never forget this young and precious life that gave for the benefit of our guild..."

Sitting upright, Amoshenko, president of the White Sand Branch of the Alchemist Guild, said in a faint voice without any sadness, because Amoshenko didn't even know what the "she" he said was called and what it looked like.

"Thank you, President!"

Senbo bent down humbly towards Amoshenko, even though he knew very well that among all the words the President sitting upright had just said, "Five Thousand Rand" was meaningful to him.

The pension of 5,000 rand is the top pension, so it shouldn't be too much for me to get a run-off fee of 500 rand from it, right? If someone else takes care of this, I'm afraid I'll take at least 1,000 rand away. Compared to them, I, Senbo, have already booked it.

Mana, don’t blame me. The prices in Baisha City are now expensive every day. I am also afraid that when one day I die, the person who gave me a pension will also draw my life-long money, forcing my two children to survive.

In my heart, Senbo thought secretly.

"Senbo. You can go down and continue to monitor the Fanhua Garden of our God-Following Young Men. You no longer need to pay attention to the research center that has almost been paralyzed." Senbo's humble appearance seemed to satisfy Amoshenko, so he issued the order to ask Senbo to withdraw, and after a slight pause, he added: "Remember, once a God-Following Young Men leave the Fanhua Garden, you must deliver the message in the shortest time at all costs. Do you understand?!"

"Don't worry, President, I have arranged everything!"

Senbo clenched his right fist and punched him hard on his strong left chest.

Senbo, who dared to do this, was not talking nonsense, but he did think of a way to deliver messages as quickly as possible - using the honeycomb network system!

Yes, Senbo keenly discovered that the honeycomb network system invented by the young man with a divine family has unparalleled security, confidentiality and speed in delivering messages compared to other ordinary measures.

"Very good. I'll be assured to do things." Amoshenko nodded, then he waved to Senbo like playing the piano: "Go! After you understand this, you will definitely be the benefit-"

This time, Senbo bowed to the three people in the room one by one, then stepped back and walked out of the conference hall and closed the door of the conference hall again.

"Haha, those two giant dragons flew away! Those two giant dragons flew away! The spiritual crystal servants around the young man with the divine family are definitely not opponents of the Iron Sword Saints. There is no problem now! There is no problem now! President, you finally have time to harvest from the game you set up last year!"

As soon as Senbo walked out of the conference hall, the monolithic crystal glasses screamed in an uncontrollable tone of excitement.

"Ah... That young man with divine family will definitely come to the president to ask for cooperation with you! As long as he annexes his research center, gets the patent for virtual games, hive network and crystal movies, the president will definitely reward you heavily! At that time, you will definitely be promoted to the president. It will be no suspense to be the executive vice president of the president! I am here to wish you a promotion in advance!"

Obviously, the words of single-piece crystal glasses have become naked flattery.

The sitting straight Alchemist Guild president Amoshenko also stopped the almost naked flattery of a single crystal glasses every day. His face even showed a complacent look.

"Bernardt, don't say this again in the future," Amoshenko, who looked slightly sarcastic, instantly turned his expression into righteousness: "Remember, this President set up a lot of strategies to deal with a young man with the favor of the true god. This President only guarantees the interests of the Alchemist Guild, and opens up new sources of wealth for the Alchemist Guild. He is willing to take on these huge dangers that may be killed by the vicious gods at any time. He worked hard to finally surrender and transfer the ownership of the powerful research center to our Alchemist Guild... Do you understand?"

The single-piece crystal glasses were slightly stunned, and then nodded repeatedly: "Ah--I understand! President, you are our role model! I will draft a report to the General Assembly immediately!"

While speaking, a single piece of crystal glasses was busy taking out exquisite manuscript paper from a briefcase at his hand and began to write quickly.

In just about ten minutes, a single-piece crystal glasses named Bernardt respectfully delivered up to four pages of the draft report to Amoshenko.

"Bernardt." Amoshenko, the president of the White Sand Branch of the Alchemist Guild, sat down with satisfaction, put down the report drafted by Bernardt, and then said in a seemingly casual tone: "When I go to the General Assembly, you will take over as the President of the White Sand Branch."

Amoshenko's words made Bernardite's eyes look ecstatic.

Bernardt, in ecstasy, did not notice it. Sitting in the eyes of Seerjus, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, showed a strong expression.

---Separation line---

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