Sure enough, Celia was there.
She managed a guild of tens of thousands on Ethan's behalf, juggling countless tasks every day.
Almost every time she logged in, she was stationed at the management hall in the guild headquarters.
She had even built an intelligence network, with informants planted in nearly every major guild.
But what kept her busiest was overseeing the crafting professions.
She had to arrange guards for mining zones, herb gathering fields, and other resource sites. She organized gathering teams, processed payments after collections, and more.
On top of that, she tracked mission teams, reimbursing players for experience and gear losses when they died.
If Ethan had to handle all of this himself, he wouldn't have time to level up, let alone explore.
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"Sister Celia!" Ethan called out.
Celia, who had been checking herb quantities, turned around.
When she saw him, she smiled. "Well, look who finally decided to show up—our elusive Guild Leader!"
