Chapter 35

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The next day, Raymond grilled meat to celebrate his big money.

"Hanson, eat a lot."

"Yes, senior. I'll eat hard and build up my immune system."

For reference, Hanson still seemed to believe Raymond previously.

'... Well, it's not wrong that meat builds immunity.'

Meat was always right anyway.

It was always delicious.

'Oh. Juicy. I'm glad I became a healer.'

It was the moment when freshly baked sirloin was dipped in salt and eaten peacefully.

Suddenly a dark storm broke in.

"Are you in there?!"

"Open the door!"

A fierce voice came through the door of the clinic.

"Senior?"

"What is it?"

Kiiiik.

Raymond, who opened the door, opened his eyes wide.

Men with rough impressions and ugly faces.

There were also many in number. Almost ten people seemed to be present.

'A dark guild? Why?'

Raymond's body had hardened. He didn't think they came because someone was sick.

All the men were gazing furiously at Raymond. As if to beat him up at any moment.

"W-What's the matter?"

Raymond asked cautiously, gulping down his saliva.

"Are you Raymond?"

"... Yes, I am. What brings you here?"

Raymond rolled his head desperately.

'Did something go wrong with my treatment? What's wrong?'

His petty instincts kicked in and his heart shrank like a rat.

But that's when it happened!

Haha, a bold laugh spread from behind the gang. It was an amusing laugh that didn't fit the situation.

"Guys, you're scaring Sir Raymond when you talk to him like that. I'm Toms, who runs a small business in Lantram."

Raymond's eyes grew round.

Toms!

'The tyrant of the entertainment district!'

He was the master of the Dark Blade Guild, the most powerful and vicious of the Bay Area's underworld guilds!

He was, in effect, a tyrant who ruled the nightlife of the entertainment district.

"What's going on?"

"I'm here to tell you something. May I come inside for a moment?"

Who would say no?

The gang rushed inside, and heavy air settled in the treatment center.

"You were eating."

"Y-yes."

A sneer flashed through Toms's eyes.

"The meat looks as if it could be eaten by a dog. You are doing a good job, but should you eat it so poorly? Get rid of this bad meat."

It wasn't just words.

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