A few hours later, when we arrived at our destination, Mizaistom bid farewell to Beans and left in a hurry.
He also has a lot of his own property and things to take care of.
"Come on, Mr. Ronnel, I'll take you."
The bean-faced man said to Ronnel and walked ahead to guide him.
"It's time to work."
Ronnel looked at the Hunter Association headquarters building next door, which was clearly marked, and said softly.
After that, the two got into a special car of the Hunter Association and headed toward the mausoleum in the suburbs.
As time passed, the distance to the mausoleum got closer. The atmosphere in the car gradually became oppressive.
Even Beans lowered his head slightly, and Ronnel's face once again showed a somber look.
In such an atmosphere, the vehicle slowly drove into the gate of the mausoleum~
...…
Time passed slowly, and there were already dots of stars in the sky.
"Thank you very much for your company, Mr. Beans, I really troubled you today."
At the gate of the Hunter Association headquarters building, Ronnel, who got out of the car and came back from the mausoleum, bowed slightly to the bean-faced man in front of him.
"It's nothing, Mr. Ronnel. It's been a long time since I came here to pay homage to these deceased seniors. The chairman also said he would visit the mausoleum when he's free."
The bean-faced man smiled and shook his head, but the smile was a bit tired and forced.
After paying respects to those seniors, it was obvious that he too felt a little depressed.
"Well, then I'll take my leave. Since I haven't gotten my license yet, I'm not officially a Hunter, so I won't intrude. I hope we can meet again when I take the Hunter Exam next year."
"Of course."
After exchanging pleasantries, Ronnel waved as he walked away.
Seeing Ronnel's figure fading into the distance, the bean-faced man let out a long sigh, turned around, and entered the building. He took the elevator to the Chairman's office on the top floor.
"How is the boy?"
In the office, Netero, dressed in blue and white with a curved beard, took a sip of tea before asking the bean-faced man in front of him.
"Nothing unusual. He paid homage seriously at every mausoleum, and he worshiped all of the tombs."
The bean-faced man replied truthfully.
"Worshiped all of them?"
Hearing this, Netero put down the teacup, stroked his beard, and laughed heartily.
"The Hunter Association has over two hundred years of history.
Even excluding Hunters who disappeared or whose bodies were never found, there are at least seven or eight hundred graves here, and he visited them all?"
"Yes, Chairman," the bean-faced man nodded.
"Although he only stayed in front of each tomb for about 20 seconds due to the large number, he did pay homage to every grave."
Each tomb took about 20 to 30 seconds. With 800 graves, that's approximately 16,000 seconds, nearly five hours of non-stop worship.
Despite his age and seasoned mindset, even Netero was a little moved by the thought.
"Beans, make some arrangements. I'll visit the mausoleum myself in a couple of days."
"Yes, Chairman!"
"Oh, and gather some more information on that young man—what's his name, Ronnel?"
...…
Meanwhile, Ronnel, the young man who had piqued Netero's interest, was on a call.
"What? You said you don't have a Hunter license?!!"
Ronnel turned away, covering the receiver, trying not to let Bisky's loud voice on the other end of the phone overwhelm him.
"Are you an idiot?!! How could you not pass with your strength?!!"
"What? A candidate attacked the examiner? So what, the Hunter Association surely dealt with that."
"Mizaistom? Yeah, I know him. He's a good Hunter, so you didn't fail—you just didn't take the final phase?"
"The Mausoleum? You went there..."
The other end of the line went silent, as Bisky clearly remembered the Nen ability Ronnel had mentioned to her before.
"Master, the Hunter exam is held once a year. I didn't get the license this time, so I'll just take it again next year. But the chance to enter the mausoleum was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Seizing the pause, Ronnel finally had the chance to explain.
"Really? But doesn't your ability work on corpses? They're buried underground. How did you touch anything? It's not like—"
"Of course not, master! I didn't do anything inappropriate! Besides, Beans was with me the entire time. How could I possibly do anything wrong? I used restrictions~!"
I spent five times the usual resentment, using the oath to sense the corpse through the grave from a certain distance.
"I thought so—restrictions and oaths again. You know, it's dangerous. You should avoid using that in the future. Are you okay?"
"Of course, master, I'm fine! Don't worry. I won't be going back there anytime soon."
"Hearing you say that, I guess you gained something worthwhile this time~"
"Heh, just a little."
Ronnel tried to be modest, but the smug grin on his face gave him away.
Not just a little—it was a huge success!
As Ronnel basked in his success, a quiet voice came through the phone:
"Then why didn't you ask me about the existence or state of the Hunter's Tomb?"
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