The Foreigner on the Periphery

The first thing one should do to prepare for a tax audit notice and respond to their attacks was to collect and review past records.  

There were one hundred and one hundred victories. It was better to figure out if there was any way to catch the pods ahead of the enemy and devise a response strategy. This was an unavoidable process even for those who were confident that no dust would come out of it.  

Even if one was innocent, if they did not disprove the allegations raised by the other party, they would be hit with taxation and fines. However, now in the case of Minjun…  

‘No, I am a prisoner. Even if you want to do tax evasion, there are limited ways to do so.'  

After thinking for a while… ‘Oh, maybe?!'  

The special gift tax and survival tax were automatically deducted from the prisoner's account, so there was no room for illegal acts and tax evasion in this process. Therefore, a tax investigation on prisoners dug into one kind of suspicion.  

‘Borrowed account!'  

Rolling talents into an account other than the prisoner's name and using it for the benefit of the prisoner. Based on today’s conversation with Jenkinson, it would be something like this. What if a specific amount between 3 million talents before tax and 300,000 talents after tax was deposited into another account through mutual agreement?  

From the dragon’s point of view, it was good to cut down on spending, and for Minjun, it was good to receive more than 300,000 talents. Of course, a crime committed on the premise of giving up the transfer of the money to the prisoner’s account.  

‘But I’ve never done that. I have no plans to do it in the future.' Investing the stolen talents to make money, finally making 50 million talents, and remittance to Minjun's prisoner account would have a happy ending.  

The problem was that those who took such an adventure were eventually found out and met a tragic end. In the first place, it was illegal for a prisoner to open a borrowed-name account, and it was also illegal to not pay gift tax in any form.  

There was no intention of taking any risk unless there was a certainty that it would completely escape the surveillance network.  

‘If you don’t know, I’ll have to check it out anyway. Damn, there’s no time limit on what to investigate? Then you have to look at records from 800 years ago. Viper bastards.'  

The thought of sifting through 800 years of records spanning seven dimensions gave him a headache. In addition to this…

‘Is the timing too subtle?'  

A tax audit notice came in at a time when Dell and Jenkinson each agreed to cooperate to earn their talents. Could this be dismissed as a mere coincidence?  

‘But, is this also subject to tax law?'  

The most obvious way was to ask Dell, who first proposed this method, but he had no way to contact him first. All forms of spiritual communication networks that Minjun could access were under the supervision of the committee. In the end, they had no choice but to wait for Dell to contact them over the network they manage.  

‘It's not even funny.'  

To be a divorced man who couldn't help but wait for his ex-wife's call. It wasn’t weird. It was an unimaginable situation until a few days ago.  

He had been sitting on the sofa for a while, sorting out his thoughts. Dirilling!  

The phone rang. Even though one knew that it was not possible, one would have a subtle expectation of the human psychology.

However, the name displayed on the external screen broke his expectations. – Blair Campbell (Queen Jenkinson) he grumbled.  

‘They don't tell me to contact them… These guys are very annoying with their boss and subordinates taking turns.'

He had just finished arguing with the boss, but now the secretary had called. Minjun asked bluntly.  

"What?"  

– Yes, agent. This is Blair Campbell. Thank you in the past.  

Unlike the old days when she raised her nose and pointed at her, her attitude now became strangely submissive. It was still an office-like voice, but he could feel the difference in tone.  

‘It has to be. If the princess had jumped out of the terminal and all her cargo had been stolen, it would have been difficult for even the most favored secretary to keep her seat. How does the secretary hold up when the boss position is gone?'  

After a while and hearing the next words, Minjun frowned slightly. "You want to talk to me?"  

– That’s right.

The elf brought out an unexpected task. The Princess of the Stan tribe, who was arrested by the immigration office, exercised her right to remain silent for over a week, and the words she barely spoke were threatening to make a statement in front of Agent Ye Minjun.  

He asked in a voice mixed with irritation and doubt. "Didn't Jenkinson come out on his own?  · · ·Ah! right. But a princess is a princess."  

The situation this time around was different with Oh Man-sik. He was arrested on charges of collusion with the Human Rights Solidarity and was interrogated by Jenkinson himself and all information was taken out.  

This was because of her status as an alien princess.  

– Even now, the United Kingdom is still strongly demanding her extradition. The government and immigration authorities are completely ignoring it.  

Thanks to this, as the poultry trade creaked, the price of gold skyrocketed, and only alchemists cheered and rowed hard when the water came in.  

– In such a situation, it is difficult to mobilize a ‘somewhat rough method.'

"So you treat me gently, and you keep her mouth shut, and now you're looking for me?"  

This fact must have been reported to Jenkinson as well.  

‘You mean you didn’t even say a word about this when you talked to me earlier? Let's make a separate call to the secretary together.'

– And… Actually, things are a little urgent right now.  

“Why?”  

– The Commission has requested the transfer of jurisdiction and the extradition of the suspect in this case.  

"?!"  

There were numerous treaties signed by the Commission, and governments of each country were unfair contracts that were comparable to the Eulsa Treaty. From the point of view of the earth, there was no choice but to lay black.  

‘It will take a few days because of the process, but I will pass it on in the end.'  

– It means that her crimes are considered serious enough to be brought to a committee. The intention is to thoroughly dig out who is behind the scenes.  

The Immigration Service tentatively concluded that there was no direct connection between the rare hairy incident and the Human Rights Alliance. It seemed that those supremacists really had nothing but pure intentions to terrorize and kill Princess Vermi.  

At this, the princess, who was her target, tried to steal her treasure by colluding with her third party.  

– Judging from the practice so far, it is highly likely that the committee will not share the results of her investigation with us after taking the princess.  

Because of this, Earthlings will only suck their fingers.  

– If you do not obtain information, you may be exposed to similar incidents again in the future. That much should be avoided.

His head was filled with complicated thoughts, all due to troublesome things.  

"…All right. I’ll go find it tomorrow or so.”  

– Thank you. Then he hangs up without hanging up the phone.  

"?" The elf asked one thing with difficulty.  

– I’m sorry, Agent…  

"What else?"  

Since he was busy with the tax audit right now, his voice naturally became hoarse.  

– This is the powder we met at the terminal last time.  

Knowing who he was talking to, he shuddered. "Who are you?"  

– A woman with a unique body-transforming ability that molds freely stretchable protrusions on the backside…  

The elf, who expressed "a woman with tentacles on her back" as gently as possible, began to ask the next question.

– He left me a letter and a gift saying he was sorry for surprising him…  

At this, the elf’s voice was full of worries and anguish.  

– Please do not worry. If you do get in touch, could you please give me a request so I can get it back? I don’t even know what it is, and I wondered if it might be too much for me.  

"What is it?"  

In summary, this meant, ‘I'm sorry for making you faint and foam. Leave a gift as an apology. It is said that the gift left with a letter that reads, "I will rescue you only once in case of danger" was a gelatinous substance the size of a thumb.  

An unidentified elf touched it, and thousands of documents written in unreadable characters covered all sides in a veil of light. Her documents followed her everywhere she went after that, and her bewildered Blair waving her hand to and fro her. Did he think something of her?  

Immediately all her documents disappeared, and her slime turned to light and wrapped around her fingers.  

– This is now in the form of an ordinary ring and it remains on my finger, but it does not come off no matter what method I use. I also tried to ask the president, but he was unsuccessful.  

Hearing up to this point, Minjun guessed what the object was and what the document of light the elf had seen.  

‘That elf accidentally agreed to the ‘User Agreement.' By the way, in the form of a ring wrapped around a finger? How many generations had evolved… Anyway, I can’t get rid of that even if I die now.’

Instead of divulging this knowledge, he smirked and said, “Ummm… if I get in touch, I’ll tell you the story.”  

At this, Minjun’s eyes changed slightly as he hung up the phone. ‘You're just throwing stuff like that out there just because you're sorry to startle you?'

  No matter how much Endline was, it was not an easy-to-show financial force. At this point, he couldn’t help but wonder about Dell’s identity.  

‘Have you reached the level of rolling a small planet as a territory? Not just a gold spoon, but a platinum spoon. What the hell did that kid do to commit a crime worth 500,000 talents?'  

***  

=Thank you for finding me, sister! What menu do you want to serve today?!=  

Cathy was in trouble for a while, holding the ego frying pan in her hand. Minjun originally forbade her to use this phase transformation, but when she learned that she had borrowed not only her lake field but also her Dong-cheol and Jeongpal once, Cathy protested strongly.  

Her hands were itching and she couldn’t stand it because everyone had shared the testimony that she had tasted the heavenly taste. This frying pan seemed to be able to give first aid to her dish, which was somehow lacking in ‘one bit.'

So, after much protesting and persuasion, she finally succeeded in renting today.

“Yeah. I bought a lot of these and that…”  

After the incident of cremating 2.5 raw chickens in Minjun’s kitchen the other day, he did not allow Cathy to even come close to the kitchen. Thanks to her today, she was about to try her new dish in her kitchen at her home.  

"Are you trying to cook food that Minjun will like?"  

He had heard multiple stories of a close friend dying.

It was. Perhaps because of that, these days, he often looked very depressed and breathed a big sigh, so he was evidently very nervous.  

=Is there any menu that he likes?=  

"It seems that he eats everything well… When it comes to ingredients, he likes old-fashioned crops a bit."  

= What food do you dislike? =  

"Oh, I recently found out that he hates sandwiches. And from the beginning, I never put a fern in my mouth."  

= That’s right. So this time, what’s your favorite food? And what kind of food do you dislike? =  

"Well, I'm not a picky eater either… I want to avoid fish. Especially the blue-backed fish."  

= Is it? Whoo… Ah! That’s right. =  

The frying pan said that he noticed something.  

= Well, unless you have a very strong stomach, it will be difficult. Does your sister have special powers among humans… =

"?!"  

Cathy’s expression hardened slightly upon hearing that. If one listened lightly, they could understand that it meant that they would hate the fishy smell, but there was a strange echo in that telepathy.  

Pointing out the omitted words, Cathy made a skeptical voice. "You, aren't you? how? Minjun said? I can’t do that… A mind-reading skill that surpasses the level of language interpretation?"  

At this, the frying pan said that it was not a big deal. =Oh, it’s not a deep-level mind-reading! It’s just one of my little add-ons. If you hold on to my handle, you’ll know for a while! What powers my master has. You don’t have to consciously hide it like Jeon Joo-in. =  

“Does Minjun know this too?”  

= No. I’m very shy, so I’m not good at public relations. =

Cassie looked down suspiciously at the frying pan, which claimed to be a miraculous cooking tool, a non-contact interpreting magic tool, and an ability discriminator.  

‘What in the world puts such a function in a frying pan? …Well, I would have made a frying pan like this because I was a pervert in the first place.'  

Originally, it was a metal that had been used to make things like swords, but to make a frying pan out of that precious thing.

‘Well, how can I guess the tastes of aliens?"  

“I’ll return the frying pan and let Minjun know what I found out today,” said Cathy. "Anyway, let's make a dish that meets this standard so that we can all eat together."  

= Yes! All right. Prepare the ingredients as I said. The first step in stir-frying is preheating the pan. So, could you warm me up a little? I hope fire is the strongest firepower.=