The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 631

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

There was silence at the long table. Sean knew that most of the people in the audience were thinking about the Laughing Man's record and whether they could do the same.

Of course, possible suspicions cannot be ruled out. After all, whether it is the smiling man or the rescuer, it is possible that they are 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 "King-class should have" meant by the bishop. Could it be to maintain the existing order?

"Maybe, I mean maybe..." said the Kleptomaniac. "We can get him into the club?"

"Impossible." The Titan mortuary shook his head slightly.

"There is only one way to treat a guy like that—" The invisible black centipede on the bishop's face scrambled faster, like a beating black heart, "teach him once, make him disappear, or learn the rules. "

Sean found that Sally Yew didn't seem to have the desire to speak. He crossed his hands and seemed to be contemplating or observing. The plaster-like eyes seemed to be watching him.

Keep calm, they don't know anything, let alone evidence. The ark floated up and down in the waves.

Soon, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. They were obviously not very interested in the smiling face, and the topic began to deflect, and they began to share some recent experiences.

As a new promotion, 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 should attend. Although the long table seems to be a boundless chat, but it can hear a lot of wind and news that low-level explorers can't know.

For example, he just learned that Kluwitan's family (the former Judas ring) has been eating away at the power of the Salvation Church overseas. The world is in turmoil because of Kluvitan's shaking.

The Holy Court is stepping up the training of an elite, selected from the elite of war clergy and sheepdogs in each parish. This elite force will be led by Tyles Affleck, known as "Kean's Hound". This seems to be bad news for the audience, indicating that in terms of exploration, the Holy Court intends to rely on itself instead of relying heavily on the association.

In addition, someone purchased the limited supply of "Elixir Mist" at a high price in New York City, and the people who went to Northern Europe to find the location of the White Birch Herbal Medicine Society have gone to three batches, and they still found nothing...

Either message deserves Sean's memo.

As a new entrant he has no pressure to share, just listens silently.

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

On this issue, Remnant Wing Sariel and the Golden Queen kept silent, and the Emperor Musketeer took off his pipe, saying that Phillips would be a better choice for re-election. His speech opened the conversation box of everyone, and the remaining four expressed their own views, and all of them supported Nietzsche.

According to common sense, it is safest not to express one's position on this issue. But obviously, as voting Kings, 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 a free-spirited atmosphere.

"Look at what Phillips has done over the years! Now the Holy Court is going to form an elite force, which just proves his failure."

"Nietzsche allowed the explorers to accept corporate funding, allowed to accept tasks directly released by private individuals, and would also expand cooperation with the divine court... The association can finally abandon its pretentious attitude and truly join the game!"

"Think about it, friends, what does that mean for us? We'll get more quest resources, greater rewards, and greater influence..."

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

Except for the Kings of Kane and Graham who devote themselves to other "causes", as explorers, the way of thinking of this rank is different from that of low-level explorers.

They are or have become a core, the core of the explorer force in its embryonic stage.

It also means a kind of control. To gain is to lose. Sean thought silently in his heart. The King-level crown is like "capital". After being crowned, it will start to speak for some external things...

They were still chatting, exchanging words, as if different winds were coming and going, trying to make a difference.

People will always be controlled by something, the capitalist becomes the hunter of capital appetite, the bishop of the parish becomes the mouthpiece of the top theocracy, and the King class has to speak for a certain explorer force. The explorers stopped talking about ghosts and began to focus on profits.

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

Since three people remained silent, UU read www. uukanshu. The voices of the com four created an overwhelming vibe at the long table, but the musketeer, whose neck had turned reddish, was not persuaded, and he stopped trying to justify his old favorite, biting hard. Pipe, as if to see his fists clenching the ballot paper with Phillips' name on it.

Sean had some sympathy for this stubborn, stubborn man for a while. He was stubborn, and of course brave.

"Then what about you? Mr. Ark." Red Dragon raised his chest and naturally threw this topic to Sean.

Then, several pairs of eyes turned to him.

Sean frowned slightly: So that's it...

The King-level standing has a long history, and without a high enough quotation, he will not change his position casually on the topics supported by the president. That is to say, the King's Club has already been very clear on this issue, and no one can convince anyone, and they just made an uncharacteristic openness, it turned out to be...

It turned out that I wanted to hear the position of my newcomer.

Obviously, the hearts are uneven, but at this time, the tacit understanding is amazing. Sure enough, any organization will beat and test newcomers.

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

He spoke, his tone indifferent: "I don't care who is the president."

Sean remembered the first time he went to the Quest Center, next to the "magic vending machine", Phillips handed him the bottle of holy water that finally saved his life.

He narrowed his eyes 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 red-hot train, full of power, waiting for the day to slam into that dark sun.

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