"So there isn't any trouble," Noah spoke, sitting before a man who looked to be in his fifties. His eyes were weary, his skin wrinkled, his voice rasp, and his hair mostly grey.
The man held a subpar cultivation base at the peak of tier 2, he seemed unable to go further. Yet he continued to feel strange to Noah.
"I apologize for the inconvenience young master, but we have no issues with magical beasts. But we thank you for your worry," The old man explained standing to bow his head while Noah simply looked at him.
'Worry? I only came here because I would make money,' Noah shook his head inwardly. Nevertheless, he didn't like that situation and began to wonder how that bill had arrived at the guild's board.
He didn't know exactly how calls for help were brought to the guild, but he felt maybe there had been a mix-up or something.
