To Be Honest, I Hate This Number

"The third district of Ralfa City, the sixteenth street, the fifty-fourth household..."

The fox father transformed into a human form and brought Lan with him while holding a note with the address written on it.

"Ah, there it is!"

The fox father paused and pointed at the building in front.

"This is the place of the Hunter Exam venue."

"There..."

Lan looked around and saw that the sign at the gate was particularly clear: "The Royal School of Ralfa… School?"

These large characters were carved on the dimmed plaque.

"Yes, it was the former Royal School, which was established by the previous mayor of Ralfa City. However, that mayor committed suicide out of fear of punishment because he made a mistake."

The fox father said casually: "Anyway, that's what the information says. Whether it was true suicide or some other reason, that's something we don't know."

"The relationships in your human world are often more complicated than those in our Magical Beast world."

Well, Lan agrees with this point.

The Royal School of Ralfa has become history, but the building has been preserved, and it became the examination venue for this Hunter Exam.

"Security, we are here to participate in the sports meeting."

The fox father knocked on the window of the security room door, and a lazy tone came out: "What's the sports meeting slogan?"

"The slogan for the 286th Universiade is Victory."

"Go in."

After exchanging strange secret codes, the security guard opened the door and handed him a round card.

"Every year during the Hunter exam, something unexpected happens."

"There are millions of participants, but only one person out of ten thousand can come to this official venue."

The fox father took Lan walking on the campus road.

"Although I think you have a high chance of passing this time. However, you said you would come back next year..."

Standing at a certain entrance, the fox father smiled and handed the round card in his hand to Lan: "I will gladly lead the way for you again, Lan."

"Thank you very much."

Lan thanked him and took the card representing the exam number from the other party.

Then, the next second, the expression on his face froze.

"Mr. Fox."

He immediately stopped the fox's father, who was about to leave.

"What's wrong?"

The latter looked back in confusion.

"Can I change my number?"

Lan said solemnly: "To be honest, I hate this number."

The numbers on the round cards are a combination of 2, 5, and 0.

That is 250.

(T/N: 250 means idiot.)

Obviously, the fox father had never encountered a request like Lan's.

He consulted the security guard at the gate and another Hunter Association staff member about the number.

The latter had never expected such a situation to happen.

He immediately contacted the top leaders of the Hunter Association by phone.

In essence, this behavior is not allowed, but some candidates come from various regions and nationalities around the world.

The area where they live has a custom of being very sensitive to numbers.

In view of respecting the customs of other ethnic groups and the principle of racial equality, the Hunters Association feels that appropriate concessions can be made.

"Then just change it to another number."

At the Hunter Association's headquarters, Netero knelt in front of the table while sipping his tea.

Even after more than half a year, he still hasn't changed much.

"What nationality is the candidate from? What is his name?"

This was the first time he had encountered such a thing since he founded the Hunter Association.

Netero asked casually, also somewhat curious.

"Well..."

Mr. Beans, who answered the phone, had a strange look on his face: "President, you also know this person."

"Oh?"

"His name is Lan."

"Lan..."

Netero paused while holding the teacup.

"Is it the little guy that gives me beans like your relative in the Heavens Arena?"

Mr. Beans: "Yes... It's him."

President, you don't need to emphasize the issue of relatives.

"Wow, he's here to take the Hunter Exam, too, right?"

Netero seemed to have discovered something very interesting and stroked his beard with a smile.

"That little guy is very mysterious. I haven't seen him for half a year. I wonder what he looks like now... By the way, Beans, who are the examiners for this year's Hunter Exam?"

"Who?"

Mr. Beans was startled. "Didn't I show it to you, the president, before? You even approved and signed it yourself."

"Is that so? I didn't see it."

Netero said nonchalantly: "I haven't paid attention to the selection of examiners since more than ten years ago."

Is it really okay for you to talk about passive resistance so confidently?

Mr. Beans was sweating profusely, but he still took out the list of examiners for this session and handed it to Netero.

"Are these the people?"

Netero looked at the list and nodded. Then he paused and pointed at the head of one of the examiners and asked: "Who is this guy?"

Mr. Beans: "…"

So you don't remember.

"His name is Togari, a Blacklist Hunter, and he hates criminals the most."

"Because he really dislikes and hates dangerous people, he is somewhat extreme and radical in his actions. It is said that he caused many innocent people to be killed and injured while catching criminals, and he is being investigated and held accountable by the association."

"Yeah?"

Netero looked at that slightly ferocious face and asked: "Then why did he become the examiner of the Hunter exam this time?"

Because you signed and approved it.

Mr. Beans complained in his heart, but on the surface, he still said honestly: "Mr. Botobai Gigante thinks that the hunters who should chase the criminals may have some inappropriate actions, but their purpose is understandable, and they should be given some opportunities."

"So Vice President Pariston Hill arranged him to be one of the examiners for this Hunter Exam."