"Is it because of Qingqiu?"
The excited player said that, and Panen immediately became angry.
"What's wrong with Qingqiu? Isn't he a solo player?"
"We, the Heavy Shield Guild, are not afraid of him."
"Besides, the boss is a level 17 transcendent barbarian. Why should we be afraid of Qingqiu?"
They couldn't understand why Panen ordered such on his return from a mission.
Wasn't this an announcement to the outside world that a player coerced Heavy Shield Guild to lower their heads to him?
How were they going to gain a foothold in the Barbarian Empire?
The middle-aged man in his early forties stood up and walked before them with a complicated gaze.
"There's no more…"
"What no more?"
"His Excellency Parton has died."
The middle-aged man spoke, and his tone sounded bitter.
"Qingqiu's slave chopped his head off. The Heavy Shield Guild no longer possess transcendents to rely on from this onwards."
