I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

On the vast grassland.

Simmons is chatting with Tester.

In front of a large number of commoners, the two did not reveal the conflict within the royal family.

However, there will definitely be plenty of sarcastic remarks.

Simmons was simply taking advantage of the fact that Anno would definitely be taught a lesson this time, and kept criticizing Tester and the Adventurers' Guild.

"Tester, the rapid development of the Adventurers' Guild during this period has given you a slight advantage."

But after today, the Adventurers' Guild will gradually decline, and I will restore the mercenaries to their former size.

You played a winning hand terribly; blame it on Anno's arrogance.

"Simmons, you're celebrating a little too soon!"

Tester, recalling Anno's words before leaving, smiled and said, "The results aren't out yet. It'll be embarrassing if we get proven wrong later."

"A slap in the face?"

Simmons seemed to find something amusing and said to his attendant, "A newly promoted seventh-tier warrior fighting a warrior who reached seventh tier two years ago, tell me, how could Casta lose?"

"Simmons, you're so mean."

Standing next to Tester, Selena finally couldn't hold back any longer and whispered to Simmons, "I will definitely tell Father about this later."

"Selena, how dare you speak to your brother like that?" Simmons glared at Selena with some displeasure.

Upon noticing Selena glaring back, Simmons frowned and said, "As a princess of a nation, instead of learning noble etiquette, you prefer fighting and killing. You have no manners whatsoever as a princess. It seems it's time to find you a husband so you can be a good wife and mother!"

Upon hearing this, Selena's expression immediately changed.

Seeing this, Tester patted his sister on the shoulder and looked at the distant grassland, saying, "You don't need to worry about Selena's marriage. I already have a very good candidate."

"Brother Wang!"

When Selena heard Tester say the same thing, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Tester with a pale face, and had a betrayed expression.

"How...how could you...?"

Selena's eyes were brimming with tears, and she bit her lip, feeling deeply wronged.

She thought Tester had arranged a political marriage for her.

Tester, the one who started it all, thought he had just said something really cool.

Based on his understanding of Selena, he was certain that his sister was interested in Anno.

What a coincidence, he also liked Anno.

They even wished that Anno would marry his sister as soon as possible, so as to firmly bind Anno to their side.

However, given his sister's arrogant personality, without some help, it would be impossible for her and Anuo to get together in eight hundred years.

"Although there will be many difficulties, I will definitely be able to get Selena to be with him!"

Tester, with his back to Selena, clenched his fist to encourage himself.

Selena looked even more disappointed after hearing this.

If it was her brother's arrangement, she had no reason to refuse.

But I feel so sad.

"Anno, what should I do?"

Just as Celine was feeling down, a group of people flew over.

"It seems the results are in, though it took longer than expected."

Simmons smiled and stepped forward to greet Casta, Salin, and the others.

Tester narrowed his eyes and took a step forward as well.

The surrounding crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of the newcomers.

When Anno and his group flew in front of everyone, Simmons' smile became even brighter.

"Casta, I asked you to spar with Anno, how come you're covered in blood? Did you kill all of Anno's summons?"

That's not good. Our Baron Anno's fighting power is all in his summoned creatures. If you kill all his summoned creatures, how will he threaten others in the future?

Hahaha......"

As he was laughing, Simmons sensed something was wrong.

Casta looked so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground, while Anno, Troy, and the others were trying to suppress their laughter.

"Casta, what happened?"

Simmons stopped laughing and asked about the result, "You won this match, right?"

"Your Highness, I'm sorry!"

Casta looked at Simmons and the surrounding crowd with their ears perked up, and reluctantly said, "I lost!"

"You lost?"

Simmons paused, then spread his hands, widened his eyes, and asked in an incredulous tone, "How could we have lost?"

Even more panicked than Simmons at this moment were the leaders of several mercenary groups who were with him.

"Anno actually won! Doesn't that mean his strength isn't at the bottom among the seventh-tier cultivators?"

"How is that possible? He's only been at the seventh level for a short time!"

"It's over, completely over!"

Anno's strength far exceeded their expectations.

So, is Simmons really willing to protect them?

"Wait, what about Lord Salin?"

Omar walked over to Simmons and reminded him, "Your Highness, we still have Lord Salin!"

The level 38 Shalin is a powerful mage class.

As soon as Salin makes a move, Anno is bound to lose.

"Yes, let Salin play. Anno, now that you've won one round, you shouldn't refuse a second one, right?"

Before Anno could answer, Simmons turned to Casta and asked, "Casta, didn't Salin go with you? Where is he?"

"Sarin..."

Casta hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"What happened to him? Quickly find him and help us turn the tide!"

Simmons cannot tolerate Anno winning the game.

Leimens explained from the side, "Sharin was injured while sparring with Anno, so I had Rayleigh send him directly back to the capital."

Rayleigh was also a high-ranking member of Simmons' side.

On the way back, considering that it was not convenient for the residents of the royal city to see Salin in his current condition, Leimens had Rayleigh take a detour and fly Salin back.

"Were you sent back because you were injured?"

Simmons was dumbfounded.

It turns out it had already been done.

But isn't the result the opposite?

How could a level 38 mage be injured by a level 36 Anno?

They still need to be sent back.

That must be a very serious injury!

Casta, seeing Simmons's questioning gaze, nodded helplessly and said, "After my defeat, Salin challenged Anno to a sparring match. Then Anno... Anyway, Salin will probably need some time to recover."

The answers from Lemens and Casta made one thing clear to the people in the vicinity.

In the sparring match, Anno not only defeated the level 37 warrior Casta, but also severely injured the level 38 mage Shalin.

The result stunned both the mercenaries who expected Anno to lose and the adventurers who hoped for Anno to win.

"President Anno, is she that strong?"

"Wow...that's amazing!"

"..."

As he listened to the voices around him, Simmons's face grew increasingly dark.

He glared at Anno, then turned and left without a word.

Several mercenary group leaders wanted to leave as well, but Anno stopped them.

"Commander Vic, Commander Tyron, Commander Omar, and the rest of you, how's the case I asked you to investigate going? You don't have much time left."

"Anno, what do you mean?"

Simmons, who was about to leave, stopped and said angrily, "Vic and his men are my people. You have no right to ask them to help you investigate cases."

"Your Highness!"

Seeing Simmons speak up for them, the regimental commanders were all somewhat moved.

Thinking about it carefully, they have all become Simmons's dogs now, so Anno naturally can't deal with them.

You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog!

Anuo frowned upon seeing this.

Now that they were all on Simmons' side, he really couldn't do anything outrageous to Omar and the others without concrete evidence.

It seems I'll have to contact the Poison Gold Mercenary Group when I get back.

Since the Poison Gold Mercenary Group did not side with Simmons, Anno thought they should be able to find out some information.

However, just as Simmons was about to leave, an adventurer squeezed through the crowd, ran up to Anno, and bowed, saying, "Guild Master, there is new progress regarding the incident of the adventurer's death."

This morning, someone went to the Adventurers' Guild to turn themselves in.

The opponent is Captain Slake, a fifth-tier warrior of the Red Hood Mercenary Group!

Swish!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to a mercenary wearing a red headscarf standing next to Simmons.

Ward, the leader of the Red Headscarf Mercenary Group, felt the gazes of everyone and was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

"Slack, you fucking got me killed!"