Dawn had just passed.
Today was the day the Vice-Chairman would be announced.
A light drizzle fell over the capital, washing away the night's residue. The morning grew colder, without a rumble of thunder.
The Hunters who had volunteered to attend the meeting made their way through the rain toward the Hunter Association Building, scattered like ants.
In groups of two or three, the Hunters talked loudly or murmured with their heads lowered, discussing what sort of person would become the new Vice-Chairman.
"It'll be [Zodiac Rat] Pariston, right? He's popular, and easy on the eyes."
A striking woman in heavy makeup casually offered this to the companions discussing it beside her.
"The Vice-Chairman isn't chosen on looks. If that were the case, [Zodiac Rooster] Cluck would be a better fit, wouldn't she? Her looks and family background are top-notch, and she's a dancer and musician too."
Her companion was an unremarkable-looking man covered from head to toe in all sorts of flags.
As soon as he finished, another companion eagerly chimed in. "Personally, I think [Dog] Cheadle would be a better fit. Her looks and credentials are both outstanding, and she's the youngest Three-Star Hunter. Her future is boundless-"
Not far away, a green-haired girl with braids sticking straight up glanced at the noisy group and thought:
What a bunch of boring celebrity chasers. If I were choosing, I'd definitely pick whoever knew the most about fine food!
At that thought, her eyelids drooped. Holding her umbrella, she listlessly asked an elderly woman beside her, "Granny Lin Nie, why didn't you run for Vice-Chairman? Now they're bound to pick someone who doesn't appreciate good food again."
Walking unhurriedly beside her, the deeply wrinkled Lin Nie Oldenburg showed no reaction. She merely replied calmly, "If I were choosing the Vice-Chairman,