"Move, kid. Adults are talking."
Mistake. Very big mistake.
Formicia's commander appeared from directly behind them.
The rogues froze like statues, suddenly aware that their aggressive tactics had attracted deadly attention.
Arthur watched the scene unfold.
His eyes darted towards the entrance where a few people were complaining that they couldn't enter.
Something was stopping them.
The building's screening system worked exactly as intended, blocking true enemies while allowing problematic but salvageable individuals to enter.
They want guild membership genuinely. Their methods are flawed, not their motives.
Arthur did not bother dealing with those malicious people. They were all low level and if he sent a single summon of his, they would all turn into pixels.
However, had he done that. He would only lose reputation and gain nothing.
Killing small fry doesn't change anything.
