Ten kilometers away from the center of Huttonmar, at the aura monitoring station at three o'clock, researcher Robert is conducting daily observations.

For him, daily tasks are very simple, nothing more than drinking afternoon tea, chatting with a few colleagues, playing cards, and time passes, and you can still get a good salary. This kind of life is really pleasant.

Huttonmar, as the political, economic and cultural center of the entire Belmar Empire and even the mainland, his status is unshakable, not to mention threatening it.

Researcher Robert took out a new copy of the Huttonmar Times, intending to find information about economic policies on it. He has some spare money and wants to invest.

This monitoring station has a good geographical location and can always observe the aura equivalent to a commercial pedestrian street. Most of them are made of birds and wild animals. This situation can be described as ordinary.

At the Moonlight Tavern in the center of Huttonmar, the owner Socia was standing bored at the counter, holding her chin with her hands, watching a group of drinkers brag there and show off.

In the corner of the tavern, there was a middle-aged man whose vicissitudes of life seemed to have been through a century. He was drinking alone there and seemed to be uninterested in everything around him. On the table in front of him was a giant ronin sword, and his calloused left hand proved that he was also a sword-user.

At this time, the giant sword that had been stable on the table suddenly trembled slightly uneasyly, accompanied by a light sound.

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He put down his wine glass, picked up the giant sword, and looked around.

The drinkers around them still drank with rock-scissors, without any feeling.

The man frowned, took out a few coins and placed them on the table, and then hurriedly left the tavern.

In the outskirts of Huttonmar, Yang Jian and his group were walking on the official road. After a month of travel, everyone was eager to go home.

At this time, Yang Jian suddenly stopped and a suspicious look appeared on his face.

"Brother Jian, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Everyone asked one after another.

Yang Jian sniffed the air with his nose, and a hint of anxiety added to his face.

"I have a premonition that Huttonmar is in danger," Yang Jian said almost in a certain tone.

"I felt this kind of breath when I was dealing with Evil Dragon Spitz and the Abyss Lord Brands before."

"Everyone is moving forward quickly and be sure to reinforce Huttonmar!" Yang Jian said firmly.

In the Huttonmar City Hall, there was a bustling crowd of people coming to do business.

Inside the mailing and receiving room, an old-fashioned mailing machine is placed on the table, which has been used by almost no one in many years.

At this moment, the metering machine suddenly made a "click" sound, and a crackling sound inside the machine actually began to operate on its own.

Immediately afterwards, the calender tried to swallow a piece of white paper.

"Didi" is a sound of scanning the code to read the bar, "Didi" and another sound of printing with ink.

After completing these procedures, the closure machine waited for a while.

"Silence", spit out the white paper just now from the machine, and there was obviously something written on it.
Chapter completed!