The Hitman Guild.
The roof.
The old man with the neatly-combed white hair was feeding the black crow on his shoulder.
Suddenly, a group of four shadows appeared just a bit behind him.
The old man didn't turn around and simply asked:
"What has our newcomer 'Fear Fiend King' done today?"
One of the shadows replied: "He has taken up a Class 3 job, and now in the process of picking his armor"
The old man muttered: "How very enthusiastic, is he perhaps looking to be promoted faster?"
Another shadow couldn't help but ask: 『 Guild Master, we have so many 'Unsolvable' and 'Unlivable' rank Hitmen, why are you so interested in such a newcomer? 』
The old man chuckled: "I simply found myself a bit too free recently. From now on, I'll be paying attention to every newly joined 'Sealing' class Hitman as well, there's no need to be surprised"
