Chapter 895: Chapter 49 Heluo: Slurp, That’s the Taste of Lies!_2

Heluo took the initiative to introduce herself, and the old man who had been joking and cursing with everyone along the way took off his hat to salute, grumbling with a smile:

“You’ve finally arrived, if the feast doesn’t start soon, my old bones are going to starve to death.”

Seeing an acquaintance at the event, Xili immediately trotted over to greet them.

After a discussion, she learned that the amiable old man who had been like a relative to her on the road was actually an old acquaintance of her mentor, Yenifa.

Because her mentor is also one of the five members of the Wizard Council, her emblem is [black], and her status is even higher than Gandalf’s.

Listening to the exchange between the old and the young, Luo En gradually furrowed his brows.

The Warlock Brotherhood is the oldest organization of sorcerers in countries like Cintra, Norway, Iceland, Finland, and other Northern Realms, possessing autonomy and independence from the politics of kingdoms. The Wizard Council, on the other hand, is its decision-making body, possessing the power to manage and restrain nearly all mages in Midgard.

Which is to say, for this Dragon Disaster, Heluo, representing the Divine Authority of Midgard, has actually gotten involved with humans who command mysterious powers [the sorcerers].

Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?

With a heart full of doubt, Luo En absentmindedly finished his meal.

And as the banquet came to an end, Heluo, who was at the host’s seat, clapped her hands.

A line of maids came in with trays, loaded with heavy gold blocks.

“To thank you all for your noble actions, we’re paying you ten times the usual guild master’s salary, please accept it.”

Since even Gandalf is getting that much, nobody had any objections, and they casually accepted their rewards.

Seeing a payment [price] completed, a sly light flashed in Heluo’s eyes as she continued to speak:

“You’ve come here because of the Dragon Disaster, right?”

“Exactly, my teacher Yenifa is under a curse, and we need the Upper Giant Dragon’s blood to break it.”

Xili stood up to respond, answering honestly.

Heluo, with a smile, replied, “An Upper Giant Dragon, that’s manageable. There are three origins of this Dragon Disaster; the [Guild] and the Dwarves have recently identified their lairs through analysis.”

Analysis?

Luo En contemplated for a moment and then realized:

“The dragon-hunt missions posted in the tavern aren’t really expecting those Adventurers to succeed in slaying dragons one by one, or to clash head-on with Upper Giant Dragons. You want to use these people to draw the attention of the dragon hordes, ascertain the number of dragons, thereby deducing the main lair of the mob?”

“Correct!”

Heluo nodded in satisfaction, admitting openly,

“Three Upper Giant Dragons are not something that ordinary Adventurers can handle. Having them attack from all sides and using different encounters to gather intelligence, testing the numbers and strengths of the dragons everywhere. Thus, the guild can track down the main lair of the three Upper Giant Dragons and then send someone specifically to strike, ensuring a fatal blow.

After comprehensive judgment, this approach is the most effective strategy.”

And the cheapest, right?

Luo En mentally scoffed, unable to help but think about how his good daughter was increasingly becoming like a street lamp ornament.

A single bounty post could make thousands of Adventurers act as meat sensors for her, clearing the trade routes for the Guild. And in the end, it would be the Dwarves who’d foot the bill, not costing her a penny, truly a heartless move.

However, except for him, no one else present seemed to condemn Heluo’s capitalist behavior; instead, they admired the Chairman’s wisdom.

Luo En internally grumbled about the darkness of ancient society, while also listening attentively.

Because according to what he knew about Heluo, the more open and harmless she appeared at the beginning, usually indicated that she was harboring a cunning plan.

Probably, the main event was yet to come.

Sure enough, Heluo’s tone shifted, showing a troubled expression to Xili:

“Although we’ve identified the lairs of the three giant dragons, to be safe, and to prevent more powerless people from dying in vain, only teams specially invited are eligible to slay the dragon. I really want to help, but slaying the dragon requires strength; just letting you in might harm you instead, and that would be too much for me to bear.”

“What should we do?”

Xili got anxious, somewhat at a loss.

“Simple.”

Heluo stretched out her hand and took out a gold-embossed card from the Magic Circle Diagram, placing it on the table, offering a straightforward answer:

“This is the proof of eligibility to participate in the dragon slaying. If you’ve got the ability, just take it directly from me.”

Without thinking, Xili quickly stepped forward and reached for the gold-embossed card on the table.

Her teacher was still suffering from the torment of the curse, and whether or not she could obtain the Dragon Blood to cure her teacher depended entirely on it.

However, as her fingertips were about to touch the card, her body suddenly flew backward like a cannonball, smashing several tables consecutively.

In the midst of the rising dust, Heluo supported her chin with one hand and played with the gold-embossed invitation on the table with the other, shaking her head in resignation:

“Little girl, it seems you’re not strong enough.”

Subsequently, she looked past Xili, who was down on the ground, and beckoned to the other three members of the team:

“How about it, do you want to give it a try together?”

Seeing the mockery in the depths of Heluo’s eyes and the particularly spacious hall, Luo En immediately understood that a fight was inevitable tonight.

At the same time, the prideful Celebrian and Rose couldn’t stand this kind of provocation; one bent the bow and readied an arrow, while the other drew her dagger, and simultaneously they launched an attack towards Heluo in front.

With a slight twist of her body, a titled head, and a step to the side, three Elf Secret Arrows wrapped in emerald light missed their mark one after another. Like a seer, Heluo moved forward with two fingers, pinching a black and purple dagger that emerged from thin air, and sneered disdainfully: