In the main hall of the Hunter's guild, a dozen cultivators were sitting around Noah.
Some of them were shouting and pointing at him, others were angrily drinking from their jugs, it didn't seem that the conversation was peaceful.
"No, I won't stop. No, I don't care if you can't gain Credits due to my behavior. If you can't match my hunting speed, you should just consider changing your profession. Is this clear enough for you?"
Noah said calmly.
He had sold the magical beasts' corpses and then joined the other hunters on their table.
Yet, as soon as the conversation started, he was asked to slow his killing of rank 3 magical beasts.
It was obvious that there had been a lot of complaints after his initial refusal for the conversation to reach that point.
"Impudent! We have families here in the capital! We have maintained ourselves for decades hunting magical beasts! I won't accept that a new hunter, that gained his entry with the help of the Royals, will ruin my job!"