章 182: Granted

Ned sat across the two Gold Rank Hunters. Their faces show doubts as if they don't believe that Ned would be their next employer.

Moments passed, while Bram (the messy hair hunter) kept on rolling the toothpick between his lips a knock came in through the door. The metal knob rolled and a figure in black with a black mask strode in.

And so it was Swift. On par with Ned, and will spar with Ned.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mond said, looking at the new arrival. He eyed Swift with deep discern. "You must be a House member to enter the manor. Who let you in, kid?"

"You," Swift said, pointing a finger at Mond.

The latter almost stood on his chair as Swift did the gesture. Twali, behind Mond, shrugged his shoulders.

"I-I mean," Swift said, rounding her voice. "Y-you are the best handler Lord Tarragon had."

Mond coughed, threw his back against his chair, and grinned wildly. "You kid," he said. "Of course, of course."