While Zhu Lan was being teased by her grandmother, Mo Yan and the other two had found the only hotel in town and checked in.
"Brother George, I'm not full!" As soon as they entered the room, Mark raised his hand pitifully as if he had been wronged.
George didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Before he could tease Mark, Mo Yan nodded and said, "I think fermented rice balls are suitable for supper tonight."
George blinked and turned around helplessly. He went downstairs to borrow the kitchen from the boss.
"I also want cola and fried chicken!" Mark didn't forget to add.
The footsteps downstairs hadn't completely disappeared yet. Mark didn't mind the lack of response. After all, Auntie Qiao wouldn't starve him … and Boss.
The two of them were waiting for George's supper in the room. Naturally, they weren't idle. Mark let out all the elfins and played with them happily. He was trying to integrate the Rock Monster into the group, although it wasn't very effective.
Mo Yan turned on his computer and connected to the Internet to deal with some work emails remotely.
Although Mo Yan had temporarily handed over the Dark Night Gymnasium to Sinan and Si An, it didn't mean that he was going to leave everything to them.
Some important decisions still required Silent Word's approval before they could be executed.
First, he rejected all the unimportant invitations, and then dealt with all the documents that required his signature. Half an hour had passed.
After traveling for so many days, he had accumulated a lot of emails. As for the last few, even he had to think carefully before making a decision.
Invitation to the Heavenly Kings Championship of the Elfin League!
Invitation to the qualifiers of the Chengdu District Gymnasium!
Invitation to the establishment ceremony of the Trainers Association of the Dark Night Town!
Invitation to the establishment ceremony of the Ōki Institute!
Two invitations to participate and two invitations to be guests. Mo Yan couldn't just turn them down.
Fortunately, the preparation time for such important events wasn't short. Mo Yan could arrange the time calmly.
The qualification for the Heavenly Kings Championship was simple. You had to be a registered trainer in the Alliance and have six or more Heavenly Kings.
At the same time, only by entering the top eight in the Quasi-Heavenly King Tournament would one be qualified to participate in the Alliance's Heavenly King Tournament after reaching the Heavenly King Stage in the future!
The reason why Mo Yan received the invitation was because he had participated in the Youth Elite Tournament and was in the top eight.
Elites, quasi Heavenly Kings, Heavenly Kings, and even champions. The Alliance set up a corresponding large-scale competition at each stage in order to select groups of outstanding trainers.
The requirements for participating in the competition were closely linked to each other, which greatly increased the dependence between the Alliance and the trainers, forcing the trainers to follow the Alliance's footsteps step by step.
Of course, the downside of raising the barrier to participate in the competition was not small either. Civilian trainers would find it harder to make a name for themselves, and trainers who were late bloomers would have nowhere to turn to. Instead, this would encourage the rise of the underground forces.
Mo Yan couldn't care less about these things, but he still had to participate in the competition. Not to mention the honor and the prize money, being able to compete with a large number of trainers of the same level would in itself promote the growth of himself and the elfins.
As for the City Dojo's qualifier … Silent Yan turned to look at the heartless Mark.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. There's only one evil Rock Monster. Forget it," Mo Yan muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Let Sinan participate!
Mo Yan made up his mind. The qualifier of the Dark Night Dojo wasn't just a test of the strength of the trainers. What was tested in the qualifier was the same as what was tested in the qualifier.
Besides, Mo Yan was going to participate in the Quasi-Heavenly King Tournament. Naturally, he didn't care about the ranking in the qualifier.
As for the last two invitations, the Trainers' Association could send George to represent him. It was much better than standing there and acting as a backdrop.
The establishment of the Ōki Institute was also an important announcement to the outside world.
Yukinari Ōki officially stepped down as the champion of the Kanto region and devoted itself to the never-ending field of elfin research.
In the next decade or so, no one would be able to become the champion of the Kanto region.
Even someone as outstanding as Taduto could only return to the Chengdu region, where his family was more influential, to win the championship.
After all, the Kanto region was the home base of the Alliance. Naturally, it was more important for the Kanto region to become the champion.
Back to the main topic. Whether it was Yukinari Ōki's current status among the trainers or his future contributions to the field of elfin research, Mo Yan couldn't just ignore them.
Fortunately, the two major competitions were scheduled for three months later. There was still more than a month before the establishment of the Trainers' Association and the Ōki Institute.
Although they couldn't visit all the places in the Mystical Region, it was more than enough for them to visit the three major lakes.
After all, Mo Yan wasn't alone. He had formed bonds with many people: friends, family, teachers, students …
It was impossible for him to travel like he was doing now. Traveling for three to five months, or even a year and a half, as he got older.
"Hey! Boss, what are you thinking about? Can't you smell the fragrance of the fried chicken? "
Just as Moyan was immersed in his melancholy, Mark, who was oblivious, slapped him on the back, instantly dispelling all his thoughts.
Mo Yan slowly turned his head to look at Mark. He was thinking of giving him two elfins and letting him disappear in an accident.
"Boss, smell it. Smell it carefully. Does this fried chicken smell good?"
Mark pretended that he didn't know anything. He tried to use the fried chicken in his hand to reduce the dangerous fire in Mo Yan's eyes.
However, Moyan could clearly see that he had already taken a bite out of the fried chicken that was handed over to him.
"You're not done yet? Let's have some rice balls first. "
At this critical moment, George came over and gently placed the rice balls in front of Mo Yan's table, blocking their eyes.
Mark was more alert than ever. The moment their eyes were blocked, he jumped back and left the danger zone.
He obediently sat back down on the sofa and took a bite of the fried chicken and a Coca-Cola. He pretended that nothing had happened, but he was already cheering in his heart.
"Long live Auntie Qiao!"
Mo Yan actually didn't want to do anything to Mark, but his cold eyes had already shot out. It would be hard to get out of this situation without a way out.
Then, George came over. Not only did he bring the delicious rice balls, he also considerately broke up the awkward situation.
At this moment, Moyan thought to himself as he ate the glutinous rice balls in his hand.
"Auntie Qiao is awesome!"
After eating supper, the three of them gathered in the living room. Mark knew that the matter was over, so he collapsed on the sofa without a care for his image. He rubbed his round belly to digest the food, his face full of satisfaction.
Mo Yan also told them about the emails he had just received.
"So, our trip is coming to an end?"
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