Chapter 103: The Favor (1)
Dawn Guild, Headquarter
The office of the Dawn Mercenary Guild wasn't luxurious, but it was wide, clean, and stacked with the quiet weight of responsibility.
Piles of documents, each bound with dull red strings, leaned precariously across the desk like towers ready to collapse. Contracts, tax reports, dungeon permits were all the invisible foundations that held up the guild more securely than swords or spells ever could.
Behind the desk sat Denzo, the chairman of Dawn Guild. He was a man in his late forties, hair silvering at the sides, his face lined by years of battle and paperwork alike.
In front of him, a laptop glowed faintly, its screen filled with clauses and subclauses from the Hunter Association.
He leaned back with a heavy sigh, his chair creaking under the weight. His eyes scanned the words again, making sure there was no trick hidden in the legalese.
Across from him, on a dark leather couch, sat a young man in a crisp navy suit.