Bab 80: A Lowly Servant

No matter how hard the black raven tried to garner sympathy and a sense of friendship from Hiro, the latter didn't budge in the least.

The black raven had no clue that his constant nagging had triggered the curiosity of some people, and most of them were scouts from reputable places.

They obviously recognized the black raven's identity even without his transformation into the massive Crimson Crow.

Soon, Hiro realized another problem.

The shapes and sizes of demons weren't at all uniform—some were tall, some were short, and some were bipedal creatures while others were not.

Most of them couldn't even be seated properly on the chairs, thus they ended up standing foolishly by the tables.

Hiro kneaded his forehead and sighed.

"This is so troublesome," he mumbled to himself while musing silently. "Forget it, those who can sit will sit, and those who can't can only blame themselves for being stupid."