On the vast grassland.
Simmons is chatting with Tester.
In front of so many civilians, the two did not show the conflict within the royal family.
However, sarcasm is inevitable.
Simmons simply wanted to catch Anno and he would definitely be taught a lesson this time, and he would keep damaging Tester and the Adventurer's Guild.
“Test, the rapid development of the Adventurer’s Guild during this period has given you a slight advantage.
But after today, the Adventurer's Guild will gradually decline, and I will restore the mercenaries to their previous size.
You played a good hand of cards badly. You should blame Annuo for being too arrogant."
"Simmons, you're happy a little too early!"
Tester remembered what Anno said before he left, and smiled, "The results haven't come out yet. It will be embarrassing to get slapped in the face later."
"A slap in the face?"
Simmons seemed to have heard something funny, and said to his followers, "A newly promoted seventh-level warrior is fighting against a warrior who entered the seventh level two years ago. Tell me how Casta lost?"
"Simmons, you are so mean."
Selina, who was standing next to Tester, finally couldn't help it and said to Simmons in a low voice: "I will definitely tell my father about this later."
"Selina, how are you talking to the prince?" Simmons glared at Selina with some dissatisfaction.
After noticing that Selina was glaring back at him, Simmons frowned and said, "As a princess of a country, you don't learn the etiquette of the nobility well, but instead like fighting and killing. You don't act like a princess at all. It seems that it's time to find you a husband and take good care of your husband and children!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Selina's expression changed immediately.
Seeing this, Test patted his sister's shoulder, looked at the grassland in the distance and said, "You don't need to worry about Selina's marriage. I already have a good candidate."
"Brother Wang!"
When Selina heard Tester say this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Tester with a pale face, as if she had been betrayed.
"You...how could you..."
Selina had tears in her eyes and bit her lips, feeling very aggrieved.
She thought Test had arranged a political marriage for her.
And the instigator, Tester, still thought he had just said something very cool.
Based on his understanding of Selina, his sister is definitely interested in Anno.
What a coincidence, he also likes An Nuo.
He even hoped that An Nuo would quickly marry his sister so as to tie An Nuo firmly to his side.
However, given his sister's tsundere personality, it would be impossible for her to be with Annuo for eight hundred years without some help.
"Although there are many difficulties, I will definitely let Selina be with him!"
With his back to Selina, Tester clenched his fists and encouraged himself.
Selina looked even more disappointed after hearing this.
If it was arranged by the prince, she had no reason to refuse.
But, I feel so sad.
"Anno, what should I do?"
Just when Celine was being emo, a group of people flew over.
“It looks like the results are in, and it’s taking a little longer than expected.
"Simmons raised a smile and walked to the front to greet Casta, Shalin and others.
Tester narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
The people around were looking forward to it.
When Anno and his group flew in front of everyone, Simmons' smile became even brighter.
"Casta, I asked you to spar with Anno, but why are you covered in blood? Did you kill all of Anno's summons?
This is not good. Our Baron Anno's combat power is all in his summons. If you kill all his summons, how can he threaten others in the future?
Hahaha……"
As he laughed, Simmons felt something was wrong.
Casta looked so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into, while Annuo, Troy and others all wanted to laugh but were holding back their smiles.
"Casta, what's going on?"
Simmons stopped laughing and asked about the result, "You won this competition, right?"
"Your Highness, I'm sorry!"
Casta looked at Simmons and the people around him who were listening with their ears perked up, and said reluctantly: "I lost!"
"Lose?"
Simmons was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands, widened his eyes, and asked in an incredible tone: "How did you lose?"
At this time, the ones who were more panicked than Simmons were the leaders of several mercenary groups following Simmons.
"Annuo actually won. Doesn't this mean that his strength is not the lowest among the seventh-level players?"
"How is it possible? How long has it been since he broke through to the seventh level?"
"It's over, it's completely over!"
An Nuo's strength was far beyond their imagination.
In this case, is Simmons really willing to protect them?
"No, there's also Lord Sharin!"
Omar walked up to Simmons and reminded him, "Your Highness, we still have Lord Sharin!"
Sharin, level 38, is a mage with powerful destructive power.
As long as Shalin makes a move, Annuo will definitely lose.
"Yes, let Shalin play. Annuo, since you won one game, you won't refuse the second one!"
Simmons didn't wait for Anno to answer, and turned to Casta and asked: "Casta, didn't Shalin go with you? Where is he?"
"Shalin, he..."
Casta hesitated.
"What's wrong with him? Hurry up and find him to help us turn the game around!"
Simmons couldn't stand Anno winning the game.
Lemens explained nearby: "Shalin was injured when sparring with Anno, so I asked Rayleigh to send him directly back to the royal city."
Rayleigh is also a high-ranking person on Simmons' side.
On the way back, considering that Sharin's current condition was not convenient for the residents of the royal city to see, Lemens asked Rayleigh to take a detour and fly back with Sharin.
"He was sent back injured?"
Simmons was dumbfounded.
It turns out that I have already called.
But, isn’t the result the opposite?
A level 38 mage was actually injured by a level 36 Anno?
It needs to be sent back.
That must be a serious injury!
Casta looked at Simmons's inquiring eyes, nodded helplessly, and said: "After I lost, Shalin proposed to compete with Annuo. Then he was defeated by Annuo... In short, it will probably take some time for Shalin to recover."
The answers given by Lemmens and Casta made the people nearby understand one thing.
In the competition, Anno not only defeated the level 37 warrior Casta, but also severely damaged the level 38 wizard Sharin.
This result stunned both the mercenaries who expected Annuo to lose and the adventurers who hoped Annuo to win.
"President An Nuo, is he so strong?"
“Wow… so awesome!”
“…”
Listening to the voice in his ear, Simmons' face became darker and darker.
He glared at An Nuo, then turned and left without saying a word.
The leaders of several mercenary groups also wanted to leave, but they didn't expect Annuo to stop them.
"Captain Vic, Captain Tyron, Captain Omar, and the rest of you, how is the case that 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 again and said angrily, "Vic and the others are my people. You have no right to ask them to help you investigate the case."
"Your Highness!"
Seeing Simmons speaking for them, several team leaders were moved.
If you think about it carefully, they have all become Simmons' dogs now, so Annuo naturally can't deal with them.
When beating a dog, you have to look at its owner!
An Nuo frowned when he saw this.
Now several people have completely stood on Simmons' side. Without concrete evidence, he really can't do anything extraordinary to Omar and others.
It seems that I have to contact the Poison Gold Mercenary Group after I go back.
The Poison Gold Mercenary Group did not defect to Simmons, and Annuo felt that they should be able to find out some information.
However, just as Simmons was about to leave, an adventurer squeezed through the crowd, ran to Anno, and bowed and said, "President, there is new progress regarding the adventurer's murder.
This morning someone went to the Adventurer's Guild to turn himself in.
The opponent is Captain Slack, a fifth-level warrior of the Red Turban Mercenary Group!"
Swish!
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to a mercenary wearing a red turban next to Simmons.
Ward, the leader of the Red Turban Mercenary Group, felt the gazes of the crowd and cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.
"Slack, you fucking hurt me!"
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