I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

After Anno informed the nine mercenary groups, he returned to the guild.

At this point, a quest to find the murderer had appeared on the guild's quest wall.

Anyone who can provide relevant clues will receive a corresponding reward.

One good thing is that the number of adventurers has increased.

That is, after a task is issued, someone can always provide some relevant information.

For example, there is a low-level adventure group with only five members.

They found Anno and said that on the day he was killed by an Adventurer's Star, they had met in a town near the royal city.

At that time, there were a few professionals in the town who did not have the markings of mercenary groups or adventurers, but were suspected to be mercenaries.

This cannot actually be considered evidence.

However, it can be considered a clue.

Subsequently, many adventurers came to the guild and provided a large number of clues, both big and small.

It concerns the safety of the adventurers.

No adventurer wants to be ambushed and killed by a malicious professional while on a mission.

Anno's actions in this incident were not only to avenge the murdered adventurers, but also to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

Let everyone who dares to lay a hand on adventurers know that the seventh-rank guild master of the Adventurers' Guild will pursue this to the end!

Therefore, the adventurers were very enthusiastic.

On the first day alone, the adventurers provided the guild with hundreds of useful clues.

After piecing together all the clues, the group discovered that when the murdered adventurers were carrying out their last mission, there were unknown professionals around them.

One of the professionals, named Lesker, was recognized by the adventurers and confirmed to be a member of the Red Hood Mercenary Group.

This makes the mercenaries even more suspicious.

Many adventurers even began to wander around the various mercenary groups on their own initiative, hoping to find out some information.

Some adventurers also considered bribing mercenaries to obtain intelligence from within the enemy ranks.

However, back then, to ensure the success rate of the missions, the mercenaries who did these things were all mid- to high-ranking members with strong abilities.

The lower-level members were unaware of this.

These mid-level members experienced firsthand the terrifying nature of the Adventurers' Guild.

Lesker, a level 26 Tier 5 warrior.

One of the captains of the Red Headscarf Mercenary Group is undoubtedly a high-ranking member of the group.

When Anno brought his summoned creatures to the guild during the day, Anno, having received word of it, didn't dare show his face.

One of the two [Adventurer Stars] who were killed was murdered by him.

He is very scared now.

He could sense that his own commander was also in dire straits, barely able to save himself.

Not long after Anno left, the leader hurriedly left as well.

They must have gone to seek asylum.

Lesker was terrified at that moment.

He feared that the commander would hand him over to save his own life.

What frightened him even more was when he left his post in the evening, preparing to go home.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the camp, Lesker felt a large number of eyes gathering around him.

He looked up and noticed that the streets around the camp had suddenly become filled with many professionals wearing adventurer badges.

"It's...it's alright. The area around the base is quite lively anyway, and there are usually quite a few adventurers around."

Slack took a deep breath, said goodbye to his colleagues, and started heading home.

At this movement, Slack's heart suddenly began to race.

He saw that the adventurers who had been lingering in front of the stall actually left the stall and followed him as he moved.

"No...it's okay, I was probably just going that way!"

Slack wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, while his left hand remained on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

He silently took off the red headscarf he was wearing and stuffed it into his clothes.

The red turban that he was once so proud of now serves as a huge label, telling adventurers on the roadside that he is a member of the Red Turban Mercenary Group.

It takes twenty minutes to walk home.

It was a very familiar road, but Slack felt like it was very unfamiliar.

Adventurers were looking at him everywhere.

Every time he turned a corner, new eyes would be cast his way.

The feeling of being the center of attention made Lesque feel suffocated.

"I've been found out! I've been found out!"

Lesker quickened his pace while remaining wary of the adventurers around him.

Already harboring a guilty conscience, he now assumed that the Adventurers' Guild had already traced him back to him.

Although he had done a very clean job at the time, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked many things.

For example, when tracking a target, although he removed his red headscarf and changed into ordinary clothes, he did not wear a mask.

They also encountered other adventurers along the way.

Some villagers have also seen him.

The more Lesker thought about it, the more he felt he had been exposed.

In particular, after arriving at his doorstep, Lesker discovered that there were also more than a dozen adventurers around the house.

Clang!

After returning home, Lesker closed the front door and locked it from the inside, covering his mouth in terror.

He then sealed all the windows inside the house from the inside.

Seeing Lesker's bloodshot eyes and pained expression, his wife asked with concern, "Lesker, is the work with the mercenary group very demanding?"

His wife's care eased Lesker's suppressed emotions somewhat.

He sat on the table, clutching his head and sobbing, "Tana, I...I'm finished, I'm finished!"

They've found me, I'm finished!

They will kill me, possibly tonight.

Our house is now surrounded by adventurers.

Tana had never seen her husband like this before.

With a fifth-tier strength, even in the royal city, one would already be considered an upper-class person, with no worries about food or drink.

But now he seems to have a persecution complex, always keeping a knife in his hand at home.

After nightfall, Lesker didn't even dare to go to sleep.

At the slightest sound of movement outside, Lesker immediately drew his knife and widened his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Lesker, who was already very tired, suddenly noticed a non-human black shadow emerging from the shadows cast by the candlelight, emanating sixth-order magic power.

Lesker, hiding in the closet, stared wide-eyed and covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.

However, the dark figure only lingered in front of the table for a moment, seemingly leaving something behind, before disappearing into the shadows.

But Lesker didn't dare to leave the cupboard or look at the things on the table.

After witnessing the methods employed by that inhuman black shadow, he even felt that the cabinet where he was hiding was no longer safe.

I always feel like the enemy is right next to me.

This feeling almost drove Lesker to the brink of collapse.

I don't know how much time passed, but light shone into the room through the cracks in the window, bringing a sliver of light.

With bloodshot eyes, Lesker finally mustered the courage to walk to the table.

Upon seeing the items above, Lesker dropped the knife from his hand, slumped down weakly, and let out a somewhat manic laugh.

A piece of paper, pinned to the table by a dagger, was now on the table. It read:

Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!

In Lesker's view, the Adventurers' Guild already knew what he had done, and this was an ultimatum to him.

......

In the morning, a mercenary with bloodshot eyes and messy hair suddenly walked into the Adventurers' Guild.

The moment Slyke entered, he immediately attracted the attention of all the adventurers in the guild.

Many people had even stood up and placed their hands next to their weapons.

Slack glanced at everyone, walked to the front desk, and said hoarsely, "I want to see Chairman Anno!"

Linda frowned at Slack, glanced at Liz beside her, and then said, "President Anno has gone out!"

"Then I'll wait for him to come back!"

Seeing that there were no empty tables in the hall, Slack sat down next to a pillar.

For some reason, even though he was in the adventurers' stronghold, Slack felt relaxed.

Not long after, he fell asleep leaning against it.

"Is this guy here to confess?"

Liz observed Lesker, thinking to herself: "I didn't expect the way Master threatened me yesterday to actually work. It'll be a little surprise when Master returns from the palace."