Daoist Priest tapped a finger lightly against the table, pondered for a moment, then said,
"Fine. Once a week. If the interval is too long, the information will lose its timeliness. When are you all generally free?"
Shaman replied, "Any time works for me."
Feather Spirit nodded. "I usually don't have much going on."
Amon smiled. "My schedule isn't fixed, but I'm free most of the time."
"Then Sunday at midnight... the end of the week, symbolizing the end of an old era." Daoist Priest made the decision.
It seemed Daoist Priest really was Chinese. Whether it was the style of his codename or the habit of treating Sunday as the last day of the week... at the very least, he was unlikely to be from North America. Amon analyzed inwardly.
Daoist Priest suddenly asked, "Amon, why did you suddenly mention the Hunter Market just now?"
Amon immediately replied, "An exceptionally well-paid mission has appeared on the Hunter Market. I think there's something suspicious about it, so I came to ask what you all think."
"Suspicious?"
"Exactly." Amon affirmed, and his thoughts stirred.
The air above the center of the long table seemed disturbed by an invisible force. Light twisted and interwove, rapidly solidifying and expanding into an intricately detailed holographic image of the world. Mountains rose, oceans rippled, and continental plates floated clearly before them.
He extended a finger and swept it through the light, placing conspicuous crimson circles over the vast territories of Mexico and Brazil.
"Mission objective: travel to the American Continent and investigate a giant python revered by the natives as the Feathered Serpent God. No precise coordinates were provided, but based on the limited information, it can only be one of these two regions...
"Mexico, the cradle of the Maya Civilization and the birthplace of