"Lord Jack."
"Leader."
At this time, Floey, Noah, and other members of the Circus approached and paid their respects to Chen Lun one by one.
Behind them were members of the Golden Cup, including Akebin and Frey.
Chen Lun nodded slightly towards them, then shifted his gaze toward the further side.
The sky was still snowing, and the temperature had dropped below zero, covering the earth of this region in a layer of silvery white.
Countless figures gathered together, forming a dense mass like an irregular ink stain on white cloth—those were all players.
During this period, the recruitment orchestrated by the Silver Dragon Trade Association on behalf of Chen Lun had not ended, and a constant stream of players was being transported over.
For this, Chen Lun had expended nearly twenty thousand Gold Pounds in commission fees.