The entire Adventure Guild shook from the violent pressure that rolled out like thunder.
Adventurers and mercenaries inside the hall looked at one another with wide eyes, whispering in confusion. None of them understood what could cause such a disturbance and even fewer dared to guess who was bold enough to provoke that monster.
Simmon stood alone in the upper chamber, his aura exploding the moment his eyes skimmed the contents of the letter. The wood beneath his boots cracked and a wave of energy burst out from him like a storm.
The letter remained hovering in his hand as if held by invisible force. The ink on it was bold and direct.
[I don't care who you are and what your motive is but don't you dare touch the Western-Eastern Region.]
[I repeat don't touch my land. If you don't stop, you can't afford to handle the consequences.]
Simmon's shoulders trembled. Then the corner of his mouth stretched upward.
"Hehehe."
"Hehe."
"Hahahahaha!"
