At midnight, the hall of the Reberion Adventurer's Guild was dimly lit.

In the central open space is a burlap shroud that has been bleached white, and white bouquets are neatly arranged around it.

Carlyle Anne, the female ranger of the monster hunting team, lay silent surrounded by flowers.

Even at this point, her grayish-brown eyes were still open, but the dilated pupils indicated that she had lost her life.

The leader of the monster hunting team, the bearded uncle Font, knelt down to close her eyes, and then watched as the two corpse carriers rewrapped the body bags and carried their companions' bodies out of the guild.

After the corpse of his companion was sent out of the hall, the burly C-class adventurer fell to his knees, reluctant to get up for a long time.

It was his decision-making that killed his companions......

All the remaining members of the monster hunting team gathered around Uncle Bearded, and they put their right hand on the latter's shoulder, trying to give their captain a little strength in this way.

Almost the adventurers of the entire guild gathered in the hall, and after expressing their condolences and concerns to the members of the monster hunting team who had lost their companions, they each stood silently in the adventurer's guild hall and waited silently, and the president, Norman Augusta, appeared to make a decision.

The carriage that passed by the gate of the guild half a day ago left the body bag containing the body of the female ranger Claire, and the adventurers who couldn't react failed to stop the carriage.

They were also unable to save Claire Anne, a blunt blow to the back of the head that was fatal to her, and it was too late to send her.

A few hours later, when he infiltrated the slum again in disguise, searched for the members of the monster hunting team who had gone to no avail, and dragged his tired body back to the guild, the first thing that caught his eye was the corpse of his companion.

Everyone in the Adventurers' Guild waits, waiting for the Guild Master, Norman Augusta, to make a decision.

Belonging to the adventurer's guild formed spontaneously by the people, it is a bridge between the people, adventurers, and national or local forces, and theoretically does not have any law enforcement and judicial power, so the news of the death of the guild member was reported to the Reberion Guard and the Inquisition Hall as soon as possible.

However, none of the adventurers expected that these two institutions, which were notoriously incompetent in Rebelion, would be able to capture and try all those involved in the underground.

Therefore, at this moment, the judgment of Norman Augusta, the leader of the Adventurer's Guild, will directly affect the guild's attitude towards this incident in the future.

And the way to deal with big things and small things is not uncommon during the tenure of those incompetent presidents......

This is a big test of the ability of the Adventurer's Guild Leader.

Dealing with it too softly will reduce the adventurers' favorability to the guild to freezing point, and may cause some adventurers to leave voluntarily and eventually lead to the dissolution of the guild, but as the most conservative choice, it can avoid a series of events that may occur next.

And taking a radical approach to solve it, while boosting the morale of the adventurers, will also completely pull the entire guild to the opposite side of the underground forces of Reberion, judging from the fact that even the successive lords of South Richsyus have never been able to eradicate this force, the opponent that this guild is about to face will be unprecedentedly strong.

Norman Augusta, the leader of the Adventurers' Guild, must make the right choice at this time.

One wrong step, whether for him or the guild, is a catastrophe that will never be recovered.

So after learning of the death of the ranger Claire Anne, he locked himself in his office and forbade anyone to interrupt his thoughts.

Shi Junjun worriedly glanced at the second floor of the Adventurer's Guild, which was still silent, and began to examine the current situation.

It seems that he is involved in the turmoil of another world again.

In less than two days since he arrived in Reberion, he has experienced a limited duel, an attempted assassination by the underground Slime Killer, a siege by the crowd in the slum and the death of the adventurers around him, and the forces in the other world seem to be about to ...... with another force

Maybe this is the so-called protagonist wherever he goes, and trouble follows him wherever he goes?

Her own troubles haven't been solved yet, maybe she's still searching her stomach and trying to figure out how to deal with her and the green-skinned dwarfs, and now there's another slime killer with the ability to disguise, and I don't know when I'm going to pop out to give myself a ......

Now that a storm is brewing in Rabelion, it may be safest to leave and return to Goblin Village at this time.

But no matter how you say it, the female ranger of the monster hunting team also paid her life to catch the slime who assassinated her, if she left at this time......

The adventurers who had been waiting in the guild hall for a long time gradually became a little restless.

The current situation looks like the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for their guild, and every minute wasted can take this opportunity for the underground forces of Reberion to make more preparations, and then they will pay an extra sacrifice.

It's not that no one wants to go up and question their president, but one guy blocked the staircase and wouldn't let anyone go up.

Anyone who crosses this line before he leaves the house on his own will be considered to have automatically quit the Adventurer's Guild.

After drawing the white line at the top of the staircase, the blonde Muller Augusta conveyed to the adventurers with a serious face what his father had told him before closing the door, and then sat down on the steps two levels higher, and greeted the sister happily when he saw Shi Junjun not far away.

He didn't have much concept of death, but he thought that Sister Claire was too tired from the commission, so she slept on the floor in the middle of the hall and was carried away.

Seeing Shi Junjun greeting Xiao Zhengtai to herself, she barely squeezed out a smile in response, and the girl who wanted to continue thinking about what she should do next heard a sound next to her.

It was the burly and reckless man who seemed to have no brains in the monster hunting team, a barbarian of a minority race said to be in the north of the kingdom of another world, standing up, clenching his fists and about to rush towards the staircase.

But he couldn't take a few steps, and the leader of the monster hunting team, Uncle Wunt, stood in front of him, shaking his head slowly but resolutely at his companion with a sad face.

"If Claire were still alive, she wouldn't want you to do that."

The sturdy burly barbarian who heard this sentence seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant, and if the latter hadn't reached out in time to hold him, he would have really collapsed.

He and Claire were lovers, and they had planned to go to the town hall of Reberion to sign a marriage contract after completing this commission, and they could have ......

"From now on, the Adventurer's Guild will declare war on the underground forces until all the members of the underground forces involved in this incident get the end they deserve, during this period, the guild will no longer issue other kinds of commissions, and all the consequences of actions against the members of the underground forces will be borne by the guild, and the contemptible people will provide you with all the support and logistics that can be provided, you must remember that this is not a commission you make on a daily basis."

Norman Augusta, who stood on a high place, said word by word:

"It's a war."