Breeder.
A magical profession rumored to be capable of judging how long it's been since a pet beast last defecated based on the frequency of its calls.
As long as one passed the breeder exam, even if they were only an F-level, just being listed with a regional Breeder Association meant a considerable sum of breeding funds would be credited to their personal account each year.
Truly a way to earn money while lying down.
If there might be one breeder among a hundred beast tamers, then even among ten thousand breeders, you might not find a single A-level breeder.
Qiao Sang's eyes brightened; this was the first time she encountered an A-level breeder.
"Vice Principal, hello," Qiao Sang greeted, then turned the head of the Fire-Toothed Dog towards Liu Yao. "Fire-Toothed Dog, come on, say hello to the Vice Principal."
"Tooth."
The Fire-Toothed Dog called out politely.
