Chapter 406 The Monthly Meeting Begins

Chapter 406 The Monthly Meeting Begins After a few hours, Lyrian exited Smithing Mode and checked his stats before heading to bed.

The next day, he was going to move much further in this mission, so he couldn't afford to miss it or mess it up in any sort of way.

The next day did finally arrive with Nova's annoying chirping. 'At least you didn't bite my nose off this time, bird.' Lyrian mumbled in his mind as he got up from bed.

Without hesitation, he quickly prepared himself and stepped out of his door. Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ ɴøvᴇlFɪre.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

As he did, he saw a fist come straight at his dome. With an unimpressed gaze in his eyes, he simply stepped to the side to avoid it.

"Damn it!" Hyren exclaimed in frustration, his punch having missed.

Lyrian looked in the hall but Ranthor was nowhere to be seen. 'Hmm... where is he?' He mused, walking down into the bar area.

As he was walking past tables, a random civilian who turned around suddenly jumped up from his table. He did a sidekick in the air, swiping at Lyrian's torso. 'Dark Energy...' Lyrian mused, Enhancing his finger before flicking the leg away from him.

Ranthor was thrown on top of the table from the impact. He then slid to the floor, where he quickly stood up and tore off his disguise. "Damn it! How!?"

"You revealed your aura way too easily. Plus... you aren't even being serious. If you think you can win this challenge with tricks, you aren't thinking correctly." That was all Lyrian said before leaving.

As he stepped out, leaving the tavern speechless, he looked at the sun. 'Nice, it's about 8 AM. The meeting should take place soon.' He thought to himself as he turned invisible and disappeared into the crowd.

"I... see," Ranthor grumbled to himself as everyone in the tavern gazed at him after the destruction he just caused.

Hyren walked next to him, "Boy... did you get him?"

"No... but we've been thinking about this all wrong I guess."

"No way. You're telling me this plan, which I took until 4 AM in the morning to devise, was wrong?" Hyren said with a stone-cold face.

"I swear... I can't even tell if you're joking or not." Ranthor exclaimed, looking at Hyren's hysterical face.

"What?"

"Nevermind! Anyways... about what Lord Lyrian said. We shouldn't be trying to beat him with tricks. We were the ones who spoke about actually becoming stronger right?" Ranthor faced Hyren as he asked a genuine question.

"Yeah?"

"Then, isn't it embarrassing for us to be trying to play tricks on him? He must think we are pathetic. Instead of training, we resort to pranks. It isn't right." Ranthor looked to be deep in thought.

'What the hell's wrong with this kid?' Hyren thought to himself, weirded out by him.

"Oi..." Kavenough suddenly spoke up, his tone low and slowed down, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY TAVERN!?" He suddenly yelled, as Ranthor and Hyren both jerked up and began to clean up.

"W--we're sorry!" Ranthor exclaimed as Kavenough began running over.

"You're dead!" He said, coming at them with a bottle of wine swinging over his.

Hyren threw the plates Ranthor was trying to clean up to the ground and exclaimed, "Run! It's not looking like he will spare us this time!"

They both rushed out of the tavern, as Kavenough stopped and panted heavily.

"My body is not built for this." He exclaimed as the entire tavern burst into laughter. "Those idiots have been using the tavern all night to practice their plan. I won't keep them in here any longer!"

At the adventurer's guild, Rothis and the others were nowhere to be seen. 'Hm... I guess they aren't waiting for me to do their quests any longer. It's the correct decision. If I was in their position, I wouldn't care about being polite when my own life was at risk.' He thought to himself as he walked to one of the people behind the counter with no line.

Before he could make it there though, a familiar voice called him, "Lord Lyrian! You're already here!" Hyst said from behind.

Behind him was his father, Ounz Von Haven, and also his grandfather, Mellz Jiva Von Haven.

"There are three of you? Are there more people allowed for each person?" Lyrian questioned, not expecting to see Hyst and his grandfather.

"Precisely, Lord Lyrian. Greetings." Ounz came closer and bowed slightly to the boy. Lyrian bowed back in reciprocation.

"It is commonplace for each representative of the meeting to bring at least two accomplices. However, they won't expect you to bring any, so you have no pressure on your shoulders, you can be sure of that."

"I see." Lyrian said as he thought inwardly, 'That's right, he made a reservation for me. That also means that he told everyone of my presence in this meeting. I wanted to keep that a secret just in case, but otherwise, I wouldn't be able to join the meeting anyway. I suppose it's for the best.'

"There's no reason to check in with the front desk. Just come with us." Hyst exclaimed as they all made their way upstairs.

Once they did, Lyrian followed the Von Haven family into the large hallway

which led to a door at the end of it.

Behind this door was a very spacious room with a very big round table placed in the middle.

It was far larger than the one Lyrian had seen in the Red Light District when he went to visit it.

In diameter, it was at least 30 feet. This symbolized the sheer size of the room as well. It was also round and had many windows looking out at the city.

In the room, there were already many seats filled in. In fact, there were only two seats left.

Ounz sat in his, as his two accomplices stood beside him on either side. Lyrian also grabbed a seat, sliding in as he surveyed each and every person on the table.

"Greetings, ladies and gents!" Rastran, the Vice Branchmaster that Lyrian had previously met, exclaimed to everyone.