Mihawk was sitting in his personal circus tent, a little further away where the main tents of the Cross Guild are located.. Since he doesn't like noise, he purposely moved as far away as possible.

He was holding a book in his hands, and there were candles on the table, and the light from them was constantly spilling onto the wall in bright colors. The interior around him was gloomy, just like his style. The swordsman put down the book and looked at the documents on the table.. The Cross Guild has so much paperwork