In the past, Arlen City, which used to be filled with scholars and powerful warriors, experienced a talent drain due to the perverse actions of the Grand Chancellor, a male enthusiast. As a result, the annual "Arlen Martial Arts Tournament" held in Arlen City during winter had to be canceled due to lack of participants. However, now that the Grand Chancellor is dead, Arlen City has returned to stability and it is expected that the Arlen Martial Arts Tournament will be held again to gather heroes from all walks of life. Moreover, the tournament is seen as a necessary event for the preparations that follow. A conference of this scale can quickly and directly attract talented individuals.
"Therefore, starting tomorrow, all morning meetings will be canceled," Daniel explained to Mr. Cyclone the reason for their visit. Although he mentioned some trivial things earlier, the important matters still needed to be discussed.
"In order to prepare for the Arlen Martial Arts Tournament, all officials must help with the preparations. The morning meetings will be replaced with report meetings attended only by a select few talented individuals. If you need to see His Majesty, you will have to make a separate appointment," Daniel explained the contents of today's morning meeting. Although missing a morning meeting would not make much difference for someone like Mr. Cyclone who didn't have much to do, it seems that the absence from this morning's meeting meant that there would be no morning meetings for the foreseeable future. For this reason, Mr. Cyclone thanked Daniel for reminding him.
On the surface, the Arlen Martial Arts Tournament is a way to gather talented individuals. However, behind the scenes, this open event can be used to network and arrange various affairs with external people, making it a natural opportunity to transport goods in and out.
"Preparations for the war, huh?" Mr. Cyclone murmured as he finished his last sip of tea.
"There is a shortage of talent," Daniel shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.
Now that the tea was finished, the tea party was coming to an end. Mr. Cyclone put down his cup and directly asked Daniel, "But I don't believe you came all this way just to tell me not to go to the morning meeting. So, Daniel, why are you here?"
Daniel also put down his cup, pushed his glasses, and replied, "Indeed, even if Mr. Cyclone wanted to help with the preparation of the tournament, there is no reason for you to be involved. With no morning meetings, you will become completely...idle."
"An idler," Little Dragon, sitting on Mr. Cyclone's lap, covered half of his mouth as he chuckled.
Mr. Cyclone broke out in a cold sweat because Little Dragon was not wrong. In the current Arlen City, it was a period when everyone was working hard to pursue their dreams. For an alleged hero like Mr. Cyclone, being idle was not a good thing. However, Mr. Cyclone couldn't fight, let alone use magic, so the Arlen Martial Arts Tournament was an event that had nothing to do with him.
"In order to prevent Mr. Cyclone from becoming a true idler, I brought this gift from Tiny," Daniel said, revealing a small wooden box from under the table.
Opening the lid of the small wooden box, Daniel took out an old desk lamp. The lamp was made of gray bronze, small in size but with a strange shape and a portable design. As soon as Eileen saw the lamp, she was taken aback and quickly backed away about ten meters.
"What...what happened?" Mr. Cyclone asked, confused by Eileen's reaction.
Returning slowly behind Mr. Cyclone, Eileen whispered, "Isn't that the Grecian Desk Lamp?"
"It seems that Madam knows a lot," Daniel smirked, reaching out for the lamp.
"Ah! Don't open it!" Eileen exclaimed.
"What's going on?" Mr. Cyclone was very curious about Eileen's reaction, but knowing this, Daniel initially wanted to directly open it for Mr. Cyclone to see, but considering Eileen's fear, he gave up.
"The green light emitted from this lamp can make the ghosts lingering in the mortal world after death appear, simply put, it allows you to see what the person experienced in their final moments before dying," Daniel explained as he pushed the desk lamp towards Mr. Cyclone.
"Mr. Cyclone, are you afraid of female ghosts?"
