"Haha, it feels like they are no longer on the same level." Titan Gravedigger laughed loudly and passed by Sariel.
He wanted to pat this gloomy guy on the shoulder, but he turned around and left without looking back. Sariel left, but some other people gathered around.
A few from the Kings Club. What's interesting is that some of the people who were really as noble as kings in the club have obviously become more restrained today.
There is nothing that can be done about it: the Ace class, and even the King class are completely obscured by the presence of Black Joker.
"You are really asking for trouble..." Looking at Sariel's back, the gravedigger murmured. Red Dragon held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Seeing the drink Sean was holding, he still felt strange: "You are really teetotal, Ark. Did you know? Your Dionysianism has attracted attention in the industry. There are many seekers seriously considering quitting drinking.”
"There is no other way. I have encountered Phoebedis and suffered a big loss." The Royal Pattern Musketeer shook his head: "The probability of a high-level explorer encountering the Dionysian faith is high. I don't see anyone who can put down the contents of the cup immediately. Only It can be said that those who are self-disciplined are indeed the strongest." The thief who recently ascended the throne chuckled: "You may be right, but you are also quite self-disciplined, why don't you have such a dazzling performance as Ark? "The musketeer shrugged while holding his pipe in his mouth: "Of course, in addition to self-discipline, you also need talent. If you are not talented enough, what can I do?" Sean felt a subtle change in attitudes among his King-level colleagues.
He could clearly feel these things when he participated in club activities for the first time.
The "predecessors" are conceited and even arrogant. This time, it felt completely different. They seemed to realize who was most likely to be promoted to Ace in a short period of time, and even spoke with a bit of respect... After all, no matter how majestic King was, he was just Ace's disciple.
K-class is really...even its ability to adapt to the wind is among the best in the industry.
"What do you think, ma'am? You seem to have never expressed any response to Mr. Ark's performance." The Thief looked at the Golden Queen with a smile.
Catherine intentionally stood farther away from Sean. Of course they had to pretend not to know each other. Those eyes returned to the cold lake blue, and Sean actually missed this look.
She said: "Mr. Ark has indeed been very active recently, and the entire industry knows that he returned from R'lye and completed an epic mission, and defeated the Skeleton Seat in Rongguang City...
"It is indeed a record worth flaunting, but even so, among us, it is still unclear who can advance to Ace first. I don't want to be like you and start wagging my tail." Red Dragon, The kleptocrats and gravediggers laughed.
They didn't seem to care at all what the Golden Queen had to say. They think it is natural to speak frankly and respect the strong.
No one who has reached this point can still be as confused about the direction of the wind as Sariel with the Broken Wing. However, on the other hand, they vaguely knew that the Golden Queen was telling the truth.
When it comes to the speed of promotion, this female hero is comparable to Fang Zhou. It’s really hard to decide which of the two will advance to Ace first.
"Sure enough, strong men have tempers. It turns out there is one among us who is not convinced." The Musketeer moved the pipe in his mouth.
"How about we start a bet?" Red Dragon said with a smile,
"Who will be promoted to Ace first, Eternal Night Ark or Golden Queen?"
"I will escort Mr. Fangzhou." The country thief rushed to say.
"Okay, everyone, stop teasing me. We all know that fortune turns, and everyone has equal opportunities. My recent record is just good luck. There is no need to open this kind of gamble." He glanced before saying that. glanced at Catherine.
Sean knew that of course she hoped that she could be promoted to Ace as soon as possible, but she actually cared about it.
"You are too humble." The country thief sighed,
"However, although our Mr. Ark is so dazzling in the industry, he is confused about one thing."
"What's going on?" Red Dragon asked deliberately.
"The new president was chosen, and he actually supported Phillips." Sean didn't speak, just smiled.
"That's really confusing..." The Musketeer heard this and said, "You guys talk, I have to go find my old friends." After that, he took his own glass and left.
When it came to supporting the old president, he really didn't want to experience being outnumbered again.
"Since Mr. Nietzsche integrated external cooperation resources, whether it is the business community or the Holy Court, there has been an endless stream of task cooperation and orders, and the association's income has doubled." The thief talked eloquently,
"Who doesn't want to make more money? What's more, being an explorer is a deadly job!
“Now everyone can see clearly: Mr. Nietzsche is really our god of money!
“He promised that after being elected as president, he would completely relax the previous controls and double the association’s income...
"Mr. Ark, good times are coming. Why not put your vote on Mr. Nietzsche? You know, Black Joker must pay its debts. Every vote you cast will definitely turn into real money in the future... ..." The country thief said it very well, every sentence made sense, and Sean did not have trouble with money.
But, how does he express the contradiction he faces? There is no way to express it, so I can only smile. As if feeling that the friend in front of him hadn't understood the situation, the country thief walked to Sean: "I made a convenient filter that can directly see the support ratio between the two. Please see it with your own eyes." As he said, , his spiritual essence was shaped into the outline of a pair of glasses, suspended in front of Sean's eyes.
"The blue people support old Phillips. The dark red people support Nietzsche. See for yourself." Sean blinked, and through the ectoplasmic filter, what he saw seemed to be a burning venue, with only one person in it. Occasionally, you can see some stubborn blue peaks.
Dark red reaches 70%, while blue only has less than 30%. There is very little gray. If the kleptocrats’ statistics are correct, then Nietzsche’s approval rating has clearly increased over time.
Although it didn't make him happy, Sean knew that this situation was logical: How could the old president, who insisted on independence, convince others?
Other ministers, Aces, and even Kings, persuade them not to support Nietzsche, who can increase everyone's income?
Most people are short-sighted, and not many people can firmly state that they understand the association in the face of interests.
The meaning of "independence". What's more, the Seekers have the power they won't allow their lives to be, not even as good as those who
The "white men". What Sariel allowed himself to see
"The Reception of the Dead" is fake, but it is brought by the thieves
The "dark red venue" may be true. Sean couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and understood Phillips' helplessness and haggardness.
