Let’s Head To Grassy Continent

Evil Scholar's eyes lit up.

He knew Black Crow well. The man was telling him that because he had the intention to help.

Despite his desire to promote his white cat to Rank 4, it had remained stagnant at Rank 3 for a long while now. 

"Alright, let's talk about the specifics later. Is there anything new lately? Show me the newspaper," Black Crow suddenly said.

As if recalling something, Evil Scholar said, "Oh right, looks like there's a request for you in the papers this time."

Having said that, he instructed to have the papers brought over.

Black Crow was stunned. "Me? Specifically?"

Evil Scholar nodded. "That's right. Not only you but "Ghost Child" as well. I wonder if it's referring to the terrifying Madam Ghost Child from the Southern Continent?"

Black Crow's heart jumped at this. "Where's the paper? Let me see it now."

He was rarely this anxious.