"I heard that guy was wearing a smiling human skin mask," said the thief of the country. "He solved Taro, and then escaped from Kane and Graham with the help of others."

There was a silence around the long table. Sean knew that most of the people present were thinking about the achievements of the Laughing Man, thinking about whether he could do the same thing.

Of course, possible suspicions cannot be ruled out. After all, both the Laughing Man and the rescuer may be on this table.

"In recent years, more and more explorers have left the organization." Red Dragon said, "These guys don't follow the rules and make the overall environment worse."

"I don't like that guy." The black bishop lowered his voice, "He doesn't have the position that a King class should have."

Sean listened quietly. He didn't understand what the bishop meant by the "King's proper position". Could it be to maintain the existing order?

"Maybe, I mean maybe..." Kleptocrat said, "we can get him into the club?"

"Impossible." The Titan Skeleton Man shook his head slightly.

"There is only one way to deal with a guy like that—" The invisible black centipede on the bishop's face squirmed faster, like a beating black heart, "teach him a lesson, make him disappear, or learn to behave. "

Sean found that Sariel Wing didn't seem to have the desire to speak. He folds his hands, as if meditating or observing. The plaster-like eyes seemed to be looking at him.

Keep calm, they don't know anything, let alone proof. The ark floated up and down in the waves without any haste.

Soon, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. They were obviously not very interested in the Laughing Man, and the topic began to change. They began to share some recent experiences.

As a newly promoted person, Sean naturally had no information to share, but he was a little surprised during the listening process—he somewhat understood why Catherine suggested that he attend. Although the conversation on the long table seemed to be without borders, there were a lot of rumors and news that low-level explorers could not possibly know.

For example, he just learned that Kruvitan's family (formerly the Ring of Judas) has been eating away at the power of Salvationism overseas. The world is in turmoil due to Kruvitan's shaking.

The Holy Court is stepping up the training of an elite team, selected from the elite warrior priests and shepherd dogs in various dioceses. This elite unit will be led by Tills Affleck, known as "Kean's Hound." This seems to be bad news for everyone here, indicating that in terms of exploration, the Divine Court intends to rely on itself and no longer rely heavily on the association.

In addition, someone bought the limited-supply "Mist of Elixir" at a high price in New York City, and the people who went to Northern Europe to find the location of the Baihua Secret Medicine Association have gone three times, and they still have nothing...

Either message was worthy of Sean's memo.

As a newcomer he felt no pressure to share, just listened silently.

Soon, the topic turned to the upcoming election of the new president.

On this issue, Sally Wing and the Golden Queen remained silent, and the Royal Musketeer took off his pipe, saying that Phillips' re-election would be a better choice. His speech opened up everyone's chatterbox, and the remaining four expressed their own views, and they all supported Nietzsche.

According to common sense, it is safest not to express one's position on this issue. But obviously, as Kings with voting rights, they want to seize every opportunity to persuade their colleagues and canvass for their favorite candidates. As a result, a slightly sensitive topic was also discussed in an atmosphere of speaking freely.

"Look at what Phillips has done these years! Now that the Divine Court wants to form an elite army, this just proves his failure."

"Nietzsche allows mysteries to receive funding from companies, allows them to accept quests directly released by private individuals, and expands cooperation with the divine court... The association can finally abandon its pretentious stance and truly join the game!"

"Think about my friends, what does that mean to us? We will get more exploration mission resources, get greater rewards, and have greater influence..."

"We all have our own subordinates and followers. If Nietzsche can take over, the resources we can have will be comparable to the current Aces!"

Except for Kane and Graham who are devoted to other "causes" at the King level, as a mystery seeker, the way of thinking at this level is already different from that of a low-level mystery seeker.

They are, or have become, a kind of nucleus, the nucleus of a nascent seeker force.

It also means a kind of control. What you get is what you lose. Sean muttered silently in his heart. The King-level crown is like "capital", after being crowned, it will start to speak for some external things...

They are still chatting, exchanging words, as if different winds are coming and going, trying to make an impact.

People will always be controlled by something. Capitalists have become hunters of capital appetites, bishops have become the mouthpiece of the top theocracy, and the King has no choice but to speak for a certain power of explorers. Mystery seekers stopped talking about ghosts and began to focus on income instead.

Involuntary. Sean felt some kind of power enveloped the place like a giant palm.

As three remained silent, the voices of four created an overwhelming atmosphere on the long table, but the musketeer, whose neck became reddish, was not persuaded, and he no longer tried to justify his favorite old fellow, He was biting his pipe tightly, as if he could see that his fist was also tightly holding the ballot with Phillips' name on it.

Sean felt some sympathy for this stubborn and stubborn person for a moment. He was stubborn, and of course brave.

"Then what about you? Mr. Fang Zhou." With a magnificent chest, the red dragon naturally threw this topic to Sean.

Then, several pairs of eyes turned to him.

Sean frowned slightly: I see...

Standing at the King level has a long history, and without a high enough quotation, they will not change their positions casually on issues supported by the president~lightnovelpub.net~ That is to say, the king's club has long been clear about this issue, No one can convince anyone, and their uncharacteristically open and honest just now, it turned out to be...

It turned out that he wanted to hear the position of this newcomer.

Obviously there are differences in their hearts, but at this moment they have an amazing tacit understanding. Sure enough, any organization will beat and test newcomers.

Xiao En sneered in his heart: Do you really think you are an ignorant newcomer?

He spoke, with a calm tone: "I don't care who is the president."

Sean remembered the first time he went to the Quest Center. Next to the "Miracle Vending Machine", Phillips handed him the bottle of holy water that finally saved his life.

His eyes dimmed slightly, not looking at the hallucinatory "total solar eclipse" hanging above his head. It was like a mockery of Friedrich Nietzsche.

Who do I support?

His heart was like a train with its heart burning red, its horsepower running at full speed, waiting to hit that black sun one day.