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Even the commander himself recoiled in shock. “Why me?” “Like I said before, Commander,” Alex said with a serene smile. “You’re a good person.” “Alex’s right,” Katie swallowed. “You know more about this world than any of us. So if you want to join our guild —” She and Brock crossed their arms. “You’re gonna have to be our Guildmaster,” Brock finished. After thinking for a second, he declared. “I will be honored to be your second Guildmaster.” My friends and I cheered, though Mrs. Smith and the others were dumbstruck that a former commander became a Guildmaster of a newly established big shot.

(Adventurer Guild Master Kennedy Stein) The 2 guild master were clearly on their wits end, it was all thanks to their arrogance and ego, to think that they were able to push Aeternum to follow their will, they think that Aeternum would succumb and fall in line like all the others. Never once they were able to think that Aeternum and it’s people would just turned around their backs at them and ignored them entirely. On top of that, they formed their own organization, and actually thriving gloriously, reaching the heights that the guilds has never been able to achieved.

When a monster comes into the cultivation world, he prepares for invasion, at least Nin Guild can reduce the outcome. Slave 2 understand about healing Potion, leveling Potion, longevity Potion. "Grandmaster, why need so much food and beverage?" Curious come in his head, they already have a restaurant. "Just write on the list, in the future you will know." He doesn't give an explanation further, let flow like a river of time. His Grandmaster was too mysterious, including the system that not exists in the Cultivation world. "Yes, Grandmaster." "What Grandmaster relationship with young Mistress?"

Even the storm seemed to pause. But then… the Master stepped forward, untouched, calm as ever. Bishop and Vex lingered at the edges, hesitant now, unsure. “You destroyed my creature,” the Master said, voice low and dangerous, “but the real game has only begun. Do you think this display proves anything? It only revealed the depth of your weakness. And soon… your greatest loss will arrive.” Riven’s chest heaved. “Bring it. Whatever it is. We’ve survived worse than you think.”

Master Gregory was pensive and fidgety, his slight frame lost in the too large chair he preferred, his mind racing, calculating, analyzing. All were familiar with Proush’s tantrums. The restrained bitterness steeped in regret that burned just below the surface was usually held in check by a firm resolve, but right now it seemed age was not making that resolve any the stronger. “We are upon no ordinary undertaking,” Master Stephen said. “We seek to make the whole of this land an independent territory. That will bring us into direct rivalry with the Guilds and Great Houses and City States. It is a task fraught with peril, danger, and obligation. It will not be easy and may not be accomplished

Blake interrupted James. James shrugged and continued. “Then, if not for anything else, don’t you want to seek revenge against Reign for killing your family?” “Revenge?” Blake looked at James and said, “Do you think Reign and the Emperor alone can conquer the world with Gu? They’re simply puppets to the real mastermind. He’s so strong that neither you nor I are a match.” James asked, “Is he a grandmaster capable of cultivating True Energy?” Blake nodded. “Yeah. Also, there exist different ranks of grandmasters. Becoming a grandmaster and being able to cultivate True Energy doesn’t equal invincibility. You’ll understand once you step into that realm.”

I asked the secretary. She gave me a curious look, like she was deciding whether or not to press the button under her desk that would drop us into a shark tank. She looked over at the men by the door, who didn’t move or react in any way. If this was a real carpentry guild, I might have suspected they were carved out of wood. “She’s very busy. What’s this in relation to?” The Guildmaster was a woman. I had assumed it was a man because either it was statistically more likely for the person running a violent criminal organisation in a pre-industrial society to be male, or I’m a sexist twat. Feel free to apply your own preconceptions.

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."

Taylor asked in disbelief, “His spell-casting ability is equivalent to the level of a warlord? Are you serious?” Guardian Palace answered nonchalantly, “Of course! Would I be lying to you all?” Taylor was astonished, a huge wave of shock washing over him inwardly. He was not even this startled after learning that the owner of Eden Joy had improved in the level of a warlord. He did not know Adalon, but he knew how hard it was to become a spell-casting master. Without any exaggeration, a spell-casting master was a terrifying existence. Warlords and smashers would stay out of their way, not daring to offend them if they were to hear them coming. Otherwise, they would not even know how they were

Only I knew that if I didn't love the art of the forge, I would have fled this territory long ago. To my shock, Brandon replied: “We track the output of every wolf in the pack. Given your swift ascent, I am increasing your share of the hoard. Your silver-stipend is raised.” "Truly?" Thrilled beyond reason, I lost my grip on my composure and nearly let out a howl of excitement right there at my desk. I had only just joined the guild. A raise was the last thing I expected, but it was a godsend; it would cover Ruth Miller’s healing costs at the medical center.