The confirmation!

"Wha... what are those stat and titles...?!"

The appraiser gulped down his saliva feeling the cold sweat emerging on his forehead.

Only now did he realize that he was rude to a pair of actual monsters and not just some random spoiled lady and her plaything.

The poor man's body started shaking uncontrollably.

"Graough... (Hey, mister, you dropped your pen...)"

Zombie groaned, picked up the writing utensil, and returned it by sliding it into the sweaty palm of the appraiser.

Such innocent action, done without an ounce of bad will, looked extremely threatening for the terrified man backed into the chair.

The appraiser was considering whether dropping on the ground and kowtowing now would save his life or was it already too late for that...

"Mister, how long will you make us wait?"

Cranberry asked in a cold voice.