225 Intractable Disease

Inside one of the Beast Appraisal Headquarters' hall stood several beast appraisers with grave expressions.

There were two rings on each of these beast appraisers' sleeve guards. Some were walking back and forth with their hands behind their back while some were holding brushes, staring at the books on the table as if they were frozen in place.

"This is hard, too hard!"

"How is it only hard? It's practically impossible to cure it."

"Did anyone call for a Rank 3 appraiser?"

"We did, but they're all engaged and aren't coming over anytime soon."

The Rank 2 beast appraisers discussed with each other.

Lying on the floor nearby was a large beast.