Hawkland stood up with a frown, walked back and forth several times in front of the windowsill, quickly clarifying his thoughts.

The news should be reported by students from major halls in the ghost class. It is certain that there is an insider in the ghost class, but this has been known to be inevitable for a long time. After all, the ghost class recruits students from all the alliances. It is too easy for major halls and major forces to get a spy in. This is not important... What is important is the impact of the publication of this report.

There will definitely be no direct threat. The one-year agreement between Rose and the Holy City is there. In a year, Rose will be safe no matter how long it is.

But what if such news affects investors' confidence in ghost-level classes?

This ghost-level class, outsiders don’t know, but Lao Huo doesn’t know yet? This is really a real money-burning thing.

Potion materials, supporting facilities, food, clothing, housing and transportation, various rewards... Only half a month after the class was opened, tens of millions of euros evaporated like flowing water, and even a wave did not rise... The Rose Temple cannot afford to support such an old man's ghost class, and can only rely on external sponsorship, but it must make everyone think that your ghost class is awesome, and that your ghost class has a future, so all kinds of sponsorships will come. If all kinds of negative news break out and it looks quite promising, then who is willing to throw money into the water?

Even if people don’t completely believe in this news, if you wait and see this one today, and wait and see that tomorrow, when will the sponsorship be raised? If there is no money, the whole class of this ghost class will drink the northwest wind? Then it will be a vicious cycle, which will get worse day by day. At that time, there will be more negative news and no one will come to sponsor it.

The Holy City trick is very poisonous. It seems that it is just a rumor, but it is sensible. It is determined by the problem of sponsors being hesitant and fundamentally cut off the source of the Rose Ghost Class.

And more importantly, these negative news involve Chopin. It would be fine if it was someone else, but it would be the heir of the Duchy of Longyue. As long as Chopin was worried, no matter how strong the relationship between the Duchy of Longyue and Rose was, he would definitely let Chopin go home as soon as possible. Moreover, Rose had no reason to stop it. This would be like directly smashing the signature of the ghost-level class...

No! You can't ignore this matter, you have to discuss it with that kid Wang Feng. No matter what, you have to find a favorable news to cover up the negative news first! When it comes to public opinion, Lao Huo is getting more and more serious now.

"Xiao Wu!" Old Huo called out to the secretary outside the door, but before he could even wait for Secretary Xiao Wu to come into the room, he suddenly heard a terrifying explosion outside the window.

boom!

The explosion was like a thunderclap on the ground, which scared Lao Huo. He heard the glazed window making a tremor of "buzzing" sound at this time, and the entire Prophet Tower seemed to tremble slightly.

Then there was a boom! Boom! Boom! Three explosions, and finally a mess of noise...

What happened? The Potions Workshop Explosion? The Casting Workshop Accident? What happened?

Old Huo was shocked and quickly turned his head and looked out of the window.

The Prophet Tower in the principal's office had a broad vision, enough to capture everything in the entire Rose Church. Old Huo widened his eyes and saw that it was in the direction of the ghost-level class closed area of ​​the Rune Academy. A hurricane that looked "thin" soared into the sky, accompanied by a large piece of roof that could be seen several miles away, splitting in the air, and then fell to the ground like rain and flowers...

Damn, ghost class?

Hawkland only felt a darkness in front of her eyes.

Xiao Wu, who was outside the door, also hurriedly pushed in, and Hawkland burst into flames and urged him one after another: "Hurry up! Go to the ghost class, go to the ghost class!"

Lao Huo walked quickly and cursed.

This Wang Feng has just been in the newspaper and hasn't figured out how to wipe his butt yet. What kind of scandal has happened? Can people save some attention... Besides, even if you want to make trouble, you will come together, either don't make trouble, and you will post it again after you make trouble. What do you mean? Do you exercise my business ability? I am a temporary principal who just wants to enjoy it. I am really MMP...

He was cursing, and just ran to the gate of the closed area, and then he saw Wang Feng riding the 'flowered generation of flames with a pair of black glasses, rumbling out with a rumble.

"Wang Feng!" Old Huo shouted quickly.

Rumble ~~

The two-wheeled magic motorcycle stopped in front of Hawkland, and the rumbling sound was endless. The motorcycle slanted slightly, Wang Feng supported the ground with one leg, and greeted him with great ease: "Hi! Is there anything wrong with Lao Huo?"

This, your ghost class exploded, and the entire Rose Temple heard it, and you actually asked me what's wrong?

Hawkland was also very shocked by him.

"Where are you going?" Hawkland didn't know where to start, but just asked patiently.

"Eat, I just exercised and I have to go out for a good meal." Lao Wang grinned: "Lao Huo, have you eaten? Come on, I can sit in the back seat, I feel like I'm bored by drinking alone!"

Eat, eat...drink, drink?

Hawkland almost wanted to leave on the spot, this is Wang Feng. If someone else was the one who had a bad temper, Old Huo had already scolded him, and his face turned pale: "Didn't you hear the explosion inside just now? Are you the person in charge? Are you still time to go to eat and drink? Your yard is blown up, you..."

"Oh, I still think it's something." Lao Wang laughed: "It's okay, just when Chopin broke through the ghost level, he built a training ground. I have asked him to compensate him according to the price. Don't worry, he is the third prince of Longyue, and he has money."

"What breakthroughs are the third prince and what money do you think our rose money is blown by the strong wind? And... Huh?"

Hawkland was stunned: "Ghost level? Breakthrough of Ghost level? What were you saying just now? You say it again?!"

"Chopin has broken through the ghost level," Lao Wang sighed, "Lao Huo, you said it very reasonably. This really requires our ghost level class to reflect deeply. It is not a big deal to break through the ghost level. It is simply putting the cart before the horse! But Lao Huo, don't worry, I will definitely criticize Chopin when I look back. Even if I don't double it, I have to write a ten thousand words of review. It doesn't count! Really, don't consider three times? Ten times?"

Chopin? The Third Prince of Dragon Moon, who is said to have been trapped by the inner demon of the tiger, has this broken through the ghost level?

Hawkland opened his mouth, but saw that Wang Feng seemed to have thought of something good. He suddenly slapped his hands and said constantly: "The little guys in the ghost class are really not in charge and don't know that salt and rice are expensive. Lao Huo, you really reminded me in time. Today, it seems that you have to set this rule. Anyone who deliberately damages public property will have to pay ten times the compensation! Why do I have to waste the sponsorship I have worked so hard to get? Even if the ghost class includes food, drink, and accommodation, it cannot afford them to waste it! Not bad, a good idea!"

While he was muttering, he rode his magic motorcycle and went away rumbling, leaving Hawkland alone standing in the wind.

Didn’t the Evening News of the Temple Light say that Chopin fell into the inner demon? As a result, he broke through the ghost level in a blink of an eye...

Wait! Who are you? What are you here for?

Ah, investigate the explosion, and by the way, I will discuss the recent negative public opinion with Wang Feng.

But I haven't even said anything, so it seems that I've solved it?

Damn! I think this principal... Why do I feel like I have no presence at all!

…………

Aurora City Black Iron Bar.

Wang Feng looked at the still low and tattered bar gate, and two shirtless orcs stood under the crooked sign, and a sense of intimacy arose.

The two shirtless orcs saw Wang Feng from a distance, and their faces were immediately filled with surprise. They stood up straighter with their backs and waists. One of them shouted into the bar, and saw that the Titan almost pushed the tattered low door away and waved at Wang Feng with excitement.

"Brother Wang! You are here! Please come in there!"

The two orcs on the side were full of admiration and desire, first there was Kola and then there was Wudi. The two orcs following Wang Feng were all awakened. This was definitely not a coincidence. Wang Feng is now the "god" in the hearts of thousands of orcs.

As soon as Wang Feng entered, he heard the loud music of the long-necked horn. The song turned out to be the Doomsday Funeral... No, it was an adaptation of Doomsday Funeral. It removed the parts that needed to use special skills. Compared with the strongness of the original song, there was a little more of the taste of softness to overcome hardness.

Wang Fengchao performed at the performance to watch the fortune. Sure enough, it was not surprising that Su Meir was performing with the orc's long neck holding the orc.

It can be heard that Su Meir really put her heart into it, and the orcs in the entire bar were immersed in her performance, and roared with the music of the long-necked horn. The orcs were oppressed and despised. The orcs' road was filled with mud and sadness, and every step they took was bloody.

As the last note of the long-necked horn fell, the roaring orcs suddenly calmed down. They all raised their wine glasses and were drinking wildly! Go fucking life, cheers!

Su Meier took a deep breath, then turned to see Wang Feng. Her eyes suddenly lit up like a little moon. She put down the long neck in her hand and ran over. At this time, all the orcs who had finished drinking also saw Wang Feng. Her eyes were young, clear, wrinkled, and turbid. At this time, they all lit up.

Unlike Kola, the legend of Wudi also spread to the orcs again and again with Wang Feng's challenge to the Eight Saints Party...

The dust was hidden deep in the hearts of the orcs, thinking that it had been gone for a long time. The dead thing suddenly broke out and grew tenaciously and vigorously and wildly like weeds growing in the cracks of rocks.

Wang Feng let them see the hope that the orcs have not seen for a long time!

At this moment, Wang Feng stood here and was in the same room with them. For a moment, the orcs felt that the air they were breathing at this moment became precious.

An elderly orc was wearing a sweat-scarlet hat that was essential for orc coolie on his head. He took off his hat, then put the hat on his heart, and silently bowed his head to Wang Feng. With his actions, the orcs in the entire bar all lowered their heads. The nobles could humiliate the orcs at will, or could easily let the orcs kneel in front of him without dignity. However, he would never get the sincere respect of the orcs taking off their hats and bowing their heads!

Wang Feng was stunned for a moment, and quickly lowered his head to respond. If he hadn't seen the surprise in Taikun and Su Meier's eyes, he would have almost thought that this would have been arranged by Taikun and the others.

After a moment of silence, Titan shouted, "Don't be stunned. It's not the first time Brother Wang has been here, and the music is there! It's all loud for me!"

The orc musicians playing the mat immediately started a more passionate performance. The drums were beating loudly, and the orcs did not ask for more. They just silently continued the wine and then watched Wang Feng walk into the back of the bar.

Su Meier then grabbed Wang Feng's arm, getting closer and closer, looking at him with stars in his eyes and said, "How was my long-neck trumpet just now? Are there any areas to improve?"

Wang Feng smiled and it was obvious that Su Meier had not given up on the music score of death and funeral, "Very good, no."

Su Meier's mouth choked suddenly, and she was so angry that she grabbed Wang Feng's arm even tighter, "Can you chat still?"

Wang Feng pulled his hand, but he couldn't save his arm from Su Meier's arms. He had no choice but to eat tofu, but it was quite comfortable... he had to continue saying, "Yes, I'm not here to chat with your grandpa."

Titan led the way silently in front of him, secretly restraining the idea of ​​turning back dozens of times, and just silently cheering Su Meier in his heart! If she could take Wang Feng as Elder Wudagan wished, their orcs in the Blade Alliance would have a brighter future.

However, for Wang Feng, Su Meier's kung fu is still a bit too immature. At least he was the one who went to nightclubs several times under the banner of motivating employees... Those young ladies are professional and doctoral-level men who don't drink alcohol can make them drinkers who play dice.

Wang Feng, who was still unable to save his arm, smiled, "By the way, who is the orc who was playing the drum next to you just now? I think he is quite talented."

"Nagu? What talent does he have?"

Su Meier suddenly jumped up like a kitten with her tail stepped on. Wang Feng took his arm back without a trace...

"Of course it's the talent of the war drum."

Su Meier patted her overly plump chest, looked at Lao Wang, and said, "Of course, Nagu's ancestral war drum."

"Oh...no wonder, he beat the drum well just now."

"What about me?"

"I didn't say it just now, it's great."

“How good is it.”

"It's so good that I can't even make any mistakes."

"Really?" Su Meier was suddenly excited.

Tai Kun, who was leading the way, sighed silently as he listened to this conversation... If you didn't think of a solution, Elder Wudagan's earnest expectations would be difficult, and this confrontation was not at the same level at all.

When he arrived at the secret room behind, he saw Wu Dagan writing hard on the table. When he saw Wang Feng coming in, Wu Dagan stood up and handed a piece of intelligence book to Wang Feng.

"Haha, Brother Wang is here! This is the intelligence directory collected by our orcs recently. All the information has only been processed simply. If Brother Wang wants to see which piece of information, you can immediately transfer it from the bottom according to the above directory numbers."

While talking, Wu Dagan looked at Su Meier.

Su Meier immediately obediently stepped forward and poured a cup of hot tea for Wang Feng, and then stood obediently behind Wang Feng and served him at any time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Wu." Wang Feng took the intelligence book and looked at the dense intelligence entries on it. He used the most primitive library catalog system. At this time, he always missed the various search engines on the earth...

Looking at the intelligence directory, it has to be said that although the status of orcs is low, in the past century, all industries and industries have been inseparable from cheap orc coolies. This has given orcs a breeding ground for forming a huge intelligence network. Through the orcs’ coolies network, orcs can obtain massive amounts of intelligence every day.

Wang Feng saw it one by one, a certain member of parliament had dinner with another member... The mirage secret realm has been opened, and the Nine Gods Empire has never been high-profile before... Suddenly, Wang Feng's eyes moved, "Is there any original information on the sea?"
To be continued...