Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 218: A Confused Elf

Third Person's POV

Their names are revered across empires and feared by all races, as their strength alone can alter the course of large-scale wars.

They possess the terrifying might to decimate entire armies singlehandedly and some among them are even capable of going toe-to-toe with fully grown dragons.

To qualify, they are typically required to have reached at least the peak of the Sky Ream on the Divine Ascension Path.

Responsibilities and missions:

They are tasked with clearing entire small and mid-tier dungeons and often serve as city lords of major cities across the continents.

They are entrusted with sealing or destroying dangerous cursed artifacts and act as supreme commanders of entire nations during both minor and large-scale wars.

On this continent, they may often hold command over individual islands within the chaotic Bloodforge battlefield.

Their duties also extend to venturing into the deepest and most unstable dungeons where the very fabric of time and space is distorted and reality itself may warp.

9. Adamantium Rank (Forbidden beings)

Adamantium Rank adventurers exist beyond the reach of mortal limits.

Their very presence can alter the course of history, with kingdoms and empires rising or crumbling based on their actions.

They are spoken of only in hushed tones, and their mere existence is enough to upset the world's delicate balance.

To qualify, they are typically required to have reached at least the beginning of the Heaven Connection Ream on the Divine Ascension Path.

Responsibilities

(Note: For Adamantium Rank adventurers, there are no fixed responsibilities or assigned missions, unlike lower-ranked adventurers who risk demotion if they fail to complete at least one mission within a specified period.)

Their duties may involve waging battles that decide the fate of entire continents or slaying colossal oceanic deep creatures who are capable of annihilating vast populations and submerging swaths of land beneath the waves.

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Reading such a large amount of information didn't confuse or overwhelm Ethan, as he considered it natural.

However, a nagging question lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but voice it to Virelle through a sound transmission.

'Virelle, isn't the Adventurer Guild supposed to be a transcontinental organization without a central authority and no formal political affiliations, at least outwardly?

Then how does it have the power to assign noble titles or grant command positions clearly tied to the demon empires of this demon land?'

Without turning her head, she answered calmly through the same means.

'It's good that you didn't ask that aloud, Brother Ethan or the receptionist might have suspected your background as a Sangrial noble.

As for your question, the Adventurer Guild adapts to the local powers of the land they operate in.'

Virelle's veil shifted slightly as she replied though her tone edged with disdain.

'The guild is a chameleon. In demon lands, they collaborate with warlords and the demon empires.

In human kingdoms, they swear fealty to crowns while in the elf lands they stand as the preserver and the protector of nature and all living beings.

Their true power lies in appearing indispensable to all. It also makes their authority complementary and the one that acknowledges the structure of the ruling bodies.

This makes their cooperation seamless and feasible for the local powers of the land.'

She then shifted the conversation.

'Let's move on now, Brother Ethan. We should focus on taking the test first.'

Ethan didn't show any irritation. Instead, he signaled for the dark elf receptionist to proceed ahead, who had been patiently waiting for them to finish all this while.

Soon after, they approached the large hall's exit as the distant roars and cheers they had heard earlier grew louder and clearer.

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They stepped beyond the reception hall, though from the towering stone boundary walls and sharp architecture, Ethan could tell they were still within the sprawling confines of the Adventurer Guild's branch in this city.

The dark elf receptionist led the way with a poised elegance, but Ethan's gaze briefly wandered and caught the enticing sway of her ass in the tight finely tailored guild dress she wore.

The receptionist's hips seemed to sway her hips deliberately as she moved ahead with her tight uniform accentuating her curves.

His sharp red eyes flickered with amusement and a well-hidden lust, though the sight was quickly cut short by a sharp pinch on his side.

He turned to the side, only to meet Virelle's cold stare.

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The vampire woman's red eyes blazed and narrowed beneath her veil as she silently stared at him as if he were dead.

Ethan offered a nonchalant shrug and turned his attention ahead as he pretended that nothing had happened.

Before them stood a two-story establishment tucked against the inner boundary of the guild's grounds.

Above the wide oak doors, a sturdy iron sign creaked faintly in the wind.

The Adventurer's Pub.

Ethan blinked suddenly.

A pub? Here?

His brow furrowed though a slight smirk also tugged at his lips as he thought to himself.

A rather uninspiring name. I expected something grander—'The Rusty Dagger' or 'The Dragon's Flagon' at least.

And why are we at a pub of all places? I thought we were headed to the assessment grounds.

Around them, adventurers clad in varying states of armor wandered in and out of the tavern.

Some sported gleaming polished plates and glinting swords, while others wore worn leather and mismatched gear with their faces weathered by hardship and travel.

They glanced curiously at Ethan's group but said nothing and laughed amongst themselves as they passed.

Ethan's frown deepened as confusion swirled in his mind.

The receptionist seemed to sense his silent question and turned with a practiced smile.

However, Virelle caught the flicker of smugness behind her eyes for a brief second when the elf's eyes met hers.

Her jaw clenched as fury simmered beneath her calm exterior.

She recognized the dark elf's silent taunt that looked to be a quiet, feminine mockery that stoked her jealousy.

Velcy, meanwhile silently trailed behind with her ice-blue eyes wide with wonder.