This World Is Seriously Ill

In the dim office, the First Hunter, wearing a black top hat and bearing a cold, weathered face, glanced at Kevin before mercilessly rejecting his request.

At the same time, the Old Hunter casually tossed the earnest application aside.

Even Ludwig's signature guarantee could not stir the slightest ripple in the First Hunter's impartial, ironclad demeanor.

This brat had actually guessed it?

Ludwig stepped slowly out of the shadows and gave his obedient disciple, sitting there with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, a surprised look.

Then, the doubtful paladin stepped forward and could not help asking Gherman, his longtime colleague, for his reasons.

"A suspicious outsider has no right to participate in this secret operation."

Gherman tossed the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and his reasoning seemed flawless.

Yet the paladin, fond of arguing matters to the letter, methodically defended his disciple.

"Those are not problems. I can vouch for his character!"

"Besides, by that logic, Maria is an outsider too."

Gherman's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, his impatience becoming increasingly obvious.

"How many days has he trained? Is he going there to cause trouble?"

"That is even less of your concern. I know exactly what my disciple is capable of..."

Ludwig glanced at Kevin, who looked like an obedient child, and refused to back down. There was a hint of pride in him, while his expression gradually shifted from casual ease to inexplicable solemnity.

They had been old friends for so many years. There should have been at least that much trust between them; Gherman would not block someone over a mere excuse.

Yet Gherman's reaction now was far too extreme, as though he were deliberately targeting the boy.

Although Ludwig could not fathom Gherman's thoughts, the strange atmosphere made