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"Why are you here?" The old man also saw Glenn and immediately walked forward.

"I want to ask you the same question." Glenn smiled and pointed at a few old acquaintances behind the old man, "And why are they so respectful to you?"

The old man just tilted his head and said, "I founded this mercenary group, but I quit a long time ago and handed it over to the original juniors to manage. Now I'm temporarily asking them to do something."

"You formed it?" Glenn was slightly surprised. "What a coincidence."

Glenn's words puzzled the old man, "What do you mean by that?"

At this time, Norman and the others behind him looked like they were waiting to be punished.

Glenn recounted the unpleasant experience he had last time.

After listening to this, the old man just glanced at the people behind him indifferently and said, "They asked for it. They can't even control the people under them."

"Old man, don't you have any responsibility at all? After all, they have been influenced by you to some extent, right?" Glenn immediately accused the old man.

However, the other party just said calmly: "When I asked them to join the group, they were already grown up. I taught them everything I should have taught them, but except for Norman, they basically didn't listen. If they die outside in the future, it is what they deserve. They are lucky that you didn't kill them."

"You are really strict..." Glenn glanced at the group of mercenaries.

"Now it's time to talk about you. Why are you here? This direction seems to be heading towards the city of Lions. What are you doing there?"

The old man asked, turning the subject to Glenn.

Speaking of this, Glenn straightened his clothes and said with an artistic look, "Because I am about to become an artist."

The old man rolled his eyes. "You're not going to tell me you're going to join the genius kitchen club?"

"Yes." Glenn nodded calmly.

The old man's eyes widened and he stared at Glenn, "Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding, you seem to know this club, is it famous?"

Glenn put away his joking expression and asked with a smile.

The old man was speechless for a moment. "You want to join this club without even knowing the details? With your intelligence, you shouldn't be fooled by others, right?"

"It was a painter named Hopedo who came to me and asked me to join. He told me that this was a club that only geniuses could join, and that it was supported by the third princess of the kingdom. Most importantly, I could get a sum of money every year, so I joined."

Glenn explained.

The old man frowned and looked Glenn up and down, as if trying to find some artist's aura in Glenn.

He didn't have much opinion on this matter. After all, he only heard friends mention it occasionally.

"Don't you know this very clearly?" the old man spread his hands.

"I want to know more. What do you know about this club?" Glenn asked expectantly.

"I don't know as much as you do. I just heard some friends mention it. The Genius Kitchen Club is a very exclusive club. Countless self-righteous people have tried every possible way, even by any means, to join, but they have all failed. That's all."

What the old man said was very simple.

"That's all..." Glenn was a little disappointed.

The two chatted about what happened last time in Bayek, and Glenn told them about what happened when the old man was in a coma.

The latter just nodded and said that he would repay the favor when he had the chance.

Glenn was also on his way, so he prepared to move on.

Norman, along with the mad lion and two female warriors, came forward and stopped Glenn, to apologize for what happened last time.

Glenn didn't listen to their long apology, he just shook the reins and left.

……

In the city of Lions.

Located in a red brick church-style building in the West District, there is a conference room with a unique and beautiful decoration.

The conference room was now full of people, all of whom were members of the Genius Kitchen Club.

"Is everyone here? Let's get started. I'm very busy." A man wearing a black tall hat looked around the conference table and spoke loudly.

"Watch your temper, Leon. This is bad behavior for an artist." An old man with a white beard that grew to his belly sitting at the top seat said softly.

"Go to hell, it won't affect my creation at all!" the man in the tall hat still said loudly.

The old man sitting at the top seat was helpless and could only say to the people who were still whispering:

"Everyone can be quiet now. This meeting is mainly to discuss the list of selected newcomers and see if they are qualified to join our club."

After the old man finished speaking, someone said, "What is there to discuss? Now, apart from us, no one is qualified to join the club. The guys on that list are not qualified!"

"You're too judgmental, Connors. Of course there are artists better than you and me. I know one!"

The one who spoke was Hopedo, who was very angry at the arrogant words of the man named Connors.

The man called Connors was a thin, middle-aged man with sunken eyes.

After hearing what Hopeto said, he frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about? I hope it's not some unknown person."

"I think you have all heard of the fairy tale that has been widely circulated in the upper circles recently?"

Hope surrounded everyone.

Except for a few homebodies and people who don't care about worldly affairs, the rest nodded to show that they understood.

"Fairy tales? Aren't they just childish stories for children? Why are you mentioning that?"

Connors looked extremely impatient.

This made Hope very angry.

But before he could refute, someone even angrier than him shouted, "You know shit!"

The sound was so loud that it scared everyone present, especially Connors, who almost fell off his seat.

The one who spoke was the man in the tall hat. His face was flushed, veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he pointed at Connors and shouted:

"You can't even appreciate such a great work! What qualifications do you have to call yourself an artist? I think you're looking for a fight!"

The man said as he jumped onto the conference table and tried to rush towards Connors.

"Selati! Don't come over here!" Connors was frightened and this time he actually fell off his seat.

"That's it!" The old man sitting in the chief seat shouted with all his strength, and a green thread formed, instantly pulling the man in the tall hat back to his seat and holding him firmly in place.

"Let me go! I'm going to beat this bastard to death!" the man was still shouting and cursing.

The old man sighed and cast another magic, and the conference room instantly became quiet.

Although the man in the tall hat named Setira could be seen still saying something with a red face, no sound was heard.

"Selati is a writer, and Connors, you are a sculptor. Before you joined the club, I told you not to judge works that are not in your field, so Connors, you should put away your arrogance in the future."