Old Man Jenkins

When Lilith left the room, she managed to get a couple of steps into the hallway before she crumpled to the ground from the exhaustion of keeping her cool and not fainting from the previous events.

She was hyperventilating but tried to get it under control.

"That was t-too much…."

Lilith decided to take a rest here as no one would disturb her as there were no other gold-ranked members at the fortress, which meant that no one could walk these hallways unless it was Lilith or if Lan permitted it.

Finally catching her breath, Lilith walked out of the barren hallway, while stuffing the floating blood and corpse into a makeshift bag, into the next hallway that had a few people with silver-colored arrows.

These folks had all seen Lilith and the other golden member walk in, so they purposely stayed in this hallway which was exclusive to silver ranked and above members.

They tried to act like they were just coincidentally here, but Lilith easily understood why every silver-ranked member was standing in the hallway.

However Lilith was too tired and shocked mentally to care, she found the nearest cloaked person with silver arrows and gave them the bag.

"Don't even dare to take a peek in the bag unless you wish to die and dispose of it. I also want someone to be prepared to deliver a message to all agents here and in the field."

The person was not primarily a magic user so they had to pick up the bag with their hands, but when they did they realized the bag made squelching noises whenever they shuffled their hands around.

That alongside the intense smell of blood and the fact that two gold-ranked lieutenants had walked into the branch leader's office and only one came out made it obvious to everyone in the room what had happened.

However, no one said anything with Lilith present, but all of them were unknowingly shivering a bit at the grim realization that someone who was at least twenty times stronger than them was dead.

After handing off the corpse of her fellow lieutenant, Lilith walked to her own room which was half as big as the common area for the bronze-ranked agents, which on its own was quite big despite the immense amount of agents that lounged there.

Lilith walked up to her desk and slumped her body covered in sweat onto the soft cushion chair and gave a deep sigh and collected her thoughts.

After calming down, she found a rock which was in a huge pile in one of the drawers of the desk, and with her prowess with magic, she easily etched on some runes that would repeat a message and spoke.

"All agents not under risky infiltration and undercover, please follow these orders. Be on the lookout for a blonde hair young male, who is very tall at least above 183cm (6'0ft). If any person fits the above description, do not engage and report to me."

Lilith finished off the runes on the rock which now closed the message and made sure no one tampered with the message. Promptly, she brought out her metal wound, and with a flick of her wrist, the rock was sent out of the door and traversed down the hallway until it reached a silver-ranked agent who was awaiting who proceeded to transmit to all members.

Unbeknownst to the world and the people of Partha, thousands of people everywhere in Partha very slightly deviated from their normal behavior in search of such a person which Lilith described.

-A month later-

The sun in the sky had reached its apex and was shining brightly to illuminate everything beneath its powerful reach, including the city of Verin which was but a mere speck of dust in the sun's eyes.

Inside the city the restaurants and pubs were all full, bustling with hungry customers who were famished from their respective work and jobs.

Meanwhile, inside The Chosen's guildhall, a blonde-haired adventurer was slumped on one of the many huge wooden long tables.

He had both his elbows lazily slouched on the table while he uninterestingly poked his food with the set of wooden steel utensils. The adventurer looked like he was so bored that he could even be mistaken for someone who was depressed.

Suddenly, an old man who was talking to another old man walked by the adventurer and stopped to talk to him. Giving the bored adventurer a hard pat on the shoulder which woke the adventurer from his bored state.

"Leon! Why so bored?!"

Looking over to his left, Leon saw Leeroy Jenkins, otherwise known as old man Jenkins. Old man Jenkins was the oldest member by age, although he wasn't an A-Tier.

His unique class combined with his once apex B-Tier power let him live slightly longer than the average person and he was around, if not older than Erik.

He was also one of the original members that joined Erik when he established The Chosen after Leon's parents died and were sort of like the very energetic and fiery grandpa of the guild.

Leon knew him from a young age and used to play with old man Jenkins as a child once his parents died. To a degree, old man Jenkins was sort of like a grandpa to Leon.

"Ehhh, I just haven't been doing anything that gets my blood running since I got to fight those hobgoblins."

Old man Jenkins gave a little pervy smirk and leaned really close to Leon's ear to whisper.

"This grandfather heard from a little birdie that the hobgoblins weren't the only thing that got your blood running."

Leon blushed a little bit but tried to push it down just in case maybe old man Jenkins wasn't talking about Emilia.

"What do you mean gramps?"

Old man Jenkins continued.

"Acting dumb are we now sonny? Does giving a gift to the silver-haired goddess and number one beauty in Verin sound familiar?"

Hearing his worse fears confirmed, Leon tried to make a run for it from the old man. However, even though old man Jenkins was out of his prime, he still was once at the top of B-Tier in his youth and was still in B-Tier even though he was at the bottom. Old man Jenkins caught Leon by the scruff of the back of the neck on his shirt.

"Where do you think yer going sonny?"

Leon looked miserable.

'Tell me gramps won't shout this out loud in the middle of the guildhall.'

As if old man Jenkins could read his mind, he got a brilliant idea.

"Perhaps I should tell everyone about it…."

As if he saw a ghost in the flesh, Leon pleaded to old man Jenkins.

"Please, gramps. Can't you give this junior a break?"

Old man Jenkins feined a thinking expression then spoke.

"Well, I guess I do an errand to be done…"

Seeing his way out, Leon put his hands together in a pleading expression.

"Whatever you need please just let me know gramps. After all, it is a young man's duty to help his elders."

Old man Jenkins huffed at the sentence, but let him go.

"Hmph, we both know your lying, this old grandpa hasn't received help from you since you became an adventurer. Anyways, go to the herbalist on the edge of town and give him this note."

With that, old man Jenkins gave Leon a small note that had been folded and taped, then pushed him outside the guildhall.