The Foreigner on the Periphery

"President, this is a document from the committee's district representative."  

When the secretary came in, Jenkinson was working in a human body. "A committee?"  

"Yes, in response to the last request from the bank." Not accepting Blair’s paperwork, Jenkinson flinched. This was because her ring, which she put on her finger, was emitting a faint light.  

“Ah!” The elf, who noticed the gaze, also looked at the ring and took her hand away from her papers in amazement.  

She then just wrapped her finger around her other hand. "Sorry. President. Because this is something I can’t control…”

The ring left by the ‘woman with tentacles on her back’ as a gift of apology was wrapped around her finger regardless of her will and fixed, and did not come off no matter how hard she tried. Sometimes, he paid more attention to the barrel that lit up at an incomprehensible timing.  

Especially when she got close to Jenkinson, she had an almost 100% chance of brilliance. like now. The president cleared his throat awkwardly and said: "It's okay. I couldn’t separate it even with my magic, so do you guys have any ideas?”  

There was another reason why he was reluctant to the ring. It was because heheard Minjun's explanation that the source was the ancient race, Endelion.  

Like many dragons, Jenkinson had both a hostility and a fear of ancient races. ‘Endelions are famous for making bizarre things…'  

The ancient race's name hides the nuance that the object it refers to did not belong to the modern era. In fact, all of them were once completely vanished from all dimensions. Those who had been handed down only through relics and records suddenly returned, formed an organization called the ‘Committee,’ boasting skills that surpassed the dimensional leap magic that was functioning at that time and poked around the dimension. was a dragon  

The war broke out in a natural way, the dragon was defeated, and everyone was bound by the rules of the committee. Jenkinson was then a young dragon that was still growing in strength at the time of the war, and the weapons of Endelion in his eyes were terrifying to the point of fainting.  

‘It looks like an ordinary ring, but I don't know what function it may have. Be careful. I don’t know which trivial action will act as a trigger. Those writers have completely different values ​​from a good dragon like me!'  

With that in mind, he took out the documents sent by the committee. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary piece of paper, but when he touched it, a ray of light spread out in the air, creating a string of documents.  

“Well?!”  

Jenkinson’s expression distorted as he read the alien text. "Are these guys real?!"  

Blair then asked cautiously. "Why?"  

He rubbed his temples. "Do you know what I asked for this time?"  

"It was a request to withdraw a small amount of the talents deposited in another bank in the name of the president."  

It was the opportunity to hear that Changcheon withdrew 1 million talents. Jenkinson had to repay 300,000 talents to Minjun in his body, but he wanted to come up with an alternative in case the goblin DNA analysis failed.  

At the narrow border between tax evasion and tax saving. Then, Changcheon provided the idea. Minjun, a prisoner, was impossible, but it was possible for Jenkins, a free man. He didn't know what Minjun wanted to experiment with the real talent, but he was planning a deal to reduce the debt by providing it himself.  

However, it didn’t seem like it would be easy. "You want me to fill out all of this and send it to you?"  

The long reply sent by the committee could be summed up in one sentence. Don’t withdraw money anyway.  

He could see why Changcheon had said, "It was close to arguing."  

In order to review all of this and check whether there were any violations of the contract with the committee, and there was no risk of being sued in the future due to a procedural mistake, it would be necessary to mobilize even a foreign law firm.  

Jenkinson’s eyes stopped at one spot as he quickly read thousands of notes and checklists. – When a prisoner and a free person who was considered to be close by blood, ties, school ties, employment, etc., withdrew their talents, they are automatically subjected to tax audit. It meant that even if Jenkinson succeeded in withdrawing like this, he would be investigated.  

– It is the responsibility of the party to prove that the amount was not illegally gifted to the sentenced person, and failure to prove acquittal is considered tax evasion. Please be aware that prisoners and free persons involved in this may be subject to extermination by the Tax Collection Command.  

"…"

A moan escaped between his teeth. "More bastards than the devil."  

On the one hand, he had doubts. Why are you being so picky? What will happen if a prisoner holds the real talent in his hand…?  

While Jenkinson was deep in thought, an employee working under Blair cautiously knocked on the door. During her brief conversation with her, her elf’s expression changed dramatically.  

She then rushed to Jenkinson and spoke. “President. Suddenly, an interview request came in."  

There were very few people who had the qualifications to stand alone with an old dragon. “Who?”  

The moment he heard the name of the other person, a strange light appeared in Jenkinson’s eyes. "Unexpected. Thought he would be on Earth . . ."  

He didn’t even think he would have gone on vacation to another world in the first place. "You want to meet me?"  

Immediately he sent a magical communication to Minjun, and he was able to draw up a scenario while exchanging the information he had found out with each other. After communicating, Jenkinson told Blair.  

"See you tomorrow."  

***  

"I see a great race. It is an honor, Chairman."  

An old Orc entered Jenkinson’s office and bowed his head tight. "Get up."  

Jenkinson’s voice toward him was strangely dry. "You have something to show me?"  

The interviewer, Kim Kwang-woo, carefully looked at the expression of a polymorphed dragon. "Yes, here are the materials…"  

The Orc waited nervously as Jenkinson read the papers he had brought. ‘I will be angry. His anger will rise to the very end of his head." If the rumors that he felt betrayed by Changcheon and turned to the enemy were true, then there was no other way.

However, the reaction was a bit odd. ‘?!'  

The dragon's face, which had been chilled from the beginning, did not waver even though the remaining pages were decreasing. ‘Aren’t you supposed to say it’s in front of an Orc?’  

Jenkinson, who had read the last page, looked at him tiredly. Chairman Kim Kwang-Woo, despite his age, thought that he was a person who could not be left behind in terms of strength, courage, and audacity wherever he went. From being born as an Orc to collecting the same fortune as it was now and ascending to the throne of the back alley, there were all sorts of extraordinary things.  

He planned, instigated, and executed anything he could do, regardless of whether it was dirty work, unlawful work, or bloody work. It was to the point that he was proud that he had laid an iron plate beyond the hardened flesh in his heart.  

Nevertheless, at this moment of being alone with the old dragon, he felt his self withdraw. These were deep eyes that showed no emotion. A suffocating sense of intimidation emanated to the extent that the polymorphic appearance could not be seen.  

"Where does this information come from?" Such was a voice with a sharp, cutting tone.  

The Orc put on a puzzled expression. "I’m sorry, Chairman. Even a seed, like me, who earns a living while rolling in the trash . . . has a promise to respect."

It meant protecting the informant. Of course, Kim Kwang-woo had no intention of keeping his loyalty to the Red Star. The moment he reveals that he was connected with a group that dismissed dragons as a social evil, the dragon would chew and eat him whole.  

Knowing that, he didn't want to open my mouth. Then Jenkinson spoke in a cold tone. "I know a little about you, too."  

The Orc scoffed in his heart. ‘Should I say it's an honor to recognize a lowly Orc?'  

He just bowed his head, as he would be furious if he did. The dragon’s words continued.  

-"There is nothing in the Orc community, both in the sun and in the shade, that doesn't go through your hands, right?"  

"It's overrated." “

But I also know that I’m not very talented enough to rob an old dragon.”  

"…"

"Say it. Who are you holding hands with?"  

A faint spark flew out of his eyes. "Proof to hit the sky? Do you think it would be praised for providing such material without a source? I am also a dragon. Did you think you could walk back safely even if you act like this?"

Then the orc said: "Yes, I thought so."  

"…"

Jenkinson tapped his chin, asking for more. "Because the president is a saint."  

Hearing those words, for the first time, a very faint smile appeared on Jenkinson’s lips. Seeing this, the Orc exclaimed with a sigh of relief inwardly.  

‘Of course!'  

The old Orc then continued the words he had prepared. "Chairman is different from Changcheon. The one who considers all races except dragons to be used once and thrown away… President Jenkinson believes that every race in this country should be respected for their talents and values."  

"If you look at Changcheon's steps, he focused solely on collecting wealth regardless of vicious, clean, or dirty work. It was common to even touch industries that are usually reluctant because of their dignity. But the President is not like that."  

"People who know that it is thanks to the chairman that this country, which was devastated after the war, has grown into one of the world’s 10th largest economy, everyone knows. Without the bold investment that even contributed to the president’s personal wealth, Korea’s magic engineering would not have reached the level it is today. Instead of exploiting the country’s resources, the president chose to grow the economy and share the fruits with other races. Because I respect them."  

"My co-workers may have misjudged that I couldn’t get back to work here. This document is enough to become a source of rumors that will detract from the dragon’s dignity. I admit it. If it was an ordinary dragon, a ‘dirty Orc' would have killed me for knowing the secrets of a noble race.”  

"But the president is different. The president believes that personal exchanges are possible even between the ruler and the ruled. He believes it is not right to sacrifice other creatures for the dignity of the Balaur."  

The following words mumble only in my heart.  

‘A farmer who respects livestock? Oak Whether human or human, that dragon is just an economic animal. After all, Jenkins is a hypocrite, too,’ said the dragon with interest.  

"Am I called Seong-gun? I don’t think there are enough reasons not to harm you. Are you only risking your life for my morals?"  

"Chairman, there is actually another reason."  

"What?"  

"This is because the president respects the subjects he controls, and at the same time does not hesitate to draw a line that will be the standard." Be a shepherd who respects sheep

He should be a shepherd who respected his sheep but strictly judged his or her qualifications to be respected. "The President has never paid attention to the Orc community. It’s because the people there don’t think they have the talent or the ability to grow the economy of this country. They see them as unhelpful in cultivating the fruit that everyone should share."

"…"  

"In a nutshell, these are sick animals that should not be brought into the President’s farm. But even those who are savage need a shepherd. I have been playing that role so far."  

Jenkinson had the ability to deal with the orc gang if it bothered him. He just left it as he needed it. "Even though the President has never reached out to me, I am the person you need. So please allow me to continue working. We will take good care of it so that sick animals do not cross the fence.  

The Orc was talking to the dragon. He knew that he couldn’t kill him recklessly because he was a necessary existence for a dragon. In addition to this, he would not disclose the source of the data.  

"Is it?”  

Annoyed, the dragon said: "Certainly… if I followed that logic, I could have stopped at this level."  

"!"

The Orc’s body stiffened. Could it be? Ultimately, that’s not going to happen. The dragon spoke in a slow voice to him, who was trying to judge the situation in embarrassment.  

“If it wasn’t for the Red Star you’re holding hands with.”  

"Ah… no, that's it!"  

The Orc's voice, which had been calm until now, trembled. "Red Star was left behind in terms of risk and urgency compared to the Human Rights Alliance. But the rankings have changed a bit since yesterday. Perhaps it is your destiny to be associated with such people at this point in time."  

It was then that Kim Kwang-woo realized it. That dragon knew from a long time ago that he had teamed up with the Red Star. He just gave him a chance to speak with his own mouth. Bump! The office door opened and Kim Kwang-woo saw a living human and a dead human entering.  

They were Minjun and Ha Eun-seong, who agreed to follow the orders for the time being in response to the legal transaction. Of the two, the face of the Orc who saw the ghost had an expression of disbelief.  

‘How are you here?!'

This was the dragon’s office. Naturally, an exorcism camp had been built to keep various secrets. He could see it in his eyes now. However, coming here was…  

“Ah!” In his head, the events and clues up to now were put together to create a picture. The dragon knew his relationship with the Red Star. That ghost then appeared to be immune to Exorcism.  

The Red Star broke into the Wyrm’s Rare and identified the ghost.  

"I did!"  

At the center of all those elements was that ghost!  

"You… you!" Minjun exclaimed as he looked at the Orc.  

"Attack it!" Immediately, Ha Eun-seong jumped into the Orc with a prepared expression on his face.  

“Ahh!”

Spirit-sensitive people were more vulnerable to possessive than ordinary people. Knowing that fact, he covered his entire body with an exorcism amulet and artifacts, but it didn’t work for Ha Eun-seong.  

"Wow!"  

The spirit body was absorbed into the Orc's body. In that state, Kim Kwang-woo fell to the ground for a while and was shaking.  

"!"  

Immediately, the convulsions stopped and he got up. Minjun then asked, looking into his eyes.  

"How?”  

The eyes and atmosphere of the Orc, who tried to move the limb joints as an experiment, were completely different. Ha Eun-seong, who completely took Kim Kwang-woo’s body, spoke as if it was a miracle.  

"Wow, this grandfather is a completely born young man, isn't he?" "How long can you stick around?"  

When possessing a volunteer, the limit was to hold out for about 30 minutes even under mutual agreement, but the body of Kim Kwang-woo, who was excellent, was of a different level.  

‘A day? Two days? I do not know. I think it will be easy even if I control it for quite some time…”

While Ha Eun-seong was admiring and fiddling around her body, Minjun and Jenkinson discussed the future. "Are you going to postpone confirming Changcheon's allegations?"  

"Isn’t that supposed to be it? Even if the ghost statement you brought is true… If you hit that old man first, the Red Star will just lay the plate as he pleases."  

The order of work was clear. After hearing about what Minjun had witnessed at school, Jenkinson decided to treat Red Star on the same level as the Human Rights Coalition. Not only the Red Star but also the forces of Kim Kwang-woo, who held hands, were sweeping the line.  

For Minjun, sweeping the Red Star was also an important task. This was because they had to stop shaking the million-talent ghost.  

Changcheon was next. Jenkinson also had in mind that the ghost in the rar wasn’t actually a dragon. This was because the concept of a dragon becoming a ghost and imprisoned was unfamiliar. If Ha Eun-seong and Kim Kwang-woo were mistaken, Minjun was going to come up with a way to recover one million talents and to shake off Changcheon's troubles as much as possible.  

He also got help with goblin DNA. Conversely, what if Changcheon really broke the Dragonic Code? Jenkinson would have to throw another blank check on Minjun. He wouldn’t be able to kill Changcheon without taking damage on his own.  

Meanwhile, Ha Eun-seong, who was listening to these two conversations… ‘No, what the hell is that person… even talking to a dragon?'  

The sight of Minjun talking without hesitation with what appeared to be an old dragon aroused both fear and awe.

“Hey.”  

"Yes, four!"  

It was quite unusual to control a ghost, but seeing what was going on, he seemed like a really great person. Ha Eun-seong answered Minjun’s call with a lot of tension.  

"Did you do any acting while you were alive?"  

"Are you acting? Except for wearing a doll’s mask… Huh? No way?!”  

In the body of an old Orc, Ha Eun-seong was found crying. "Are you going to live like this, pretending to be this grandfather?"  

Ha Eun-seong was startled and asked that question, but Minjun made an expression of what kind of bullshit. "Did you watch too many movies? Even if the shells are the same, the kernels are people in their 20s, so you don't think they will be found out?"  

"…"

"If you go live face-to-face, you will be 100% exposed. So · · ·”  

As Jenkinson picked up the receiver, the office door opened once more, and Blair and his assistants rushed in.

"?!"  

While Ha Eun-seong was bewildered, they set up a camera in the office, hit the screen to hide the background, brought a chair, and ran to Ha Eun-seong and started putting on makeup. Contrary to the purpose of normal makeup, it was a touch that made him look very dreary.  

"Hey, what is all this…?"  

Ha Eun-seong did not know, but Jenkinson made a decision before meeting the Orc. The ‘sick sheep,' which he had neglected until now, would also be managed by him in the future.  

This was because a few recent incidents had made us aware of just how annoying a group that grows outside of Jenkinson’s attention can be. To do this, the first step was to expel the groups that now control the flock from there. Whether physically, economically, or socially.  

And, in such a case, Jenkinson and Minjun knew the most efficient way. The first was to start by reducing the number in advance by making them fight each other.  

"Come on, come here."  

Ha Eun-seong, who controlled Kim Kwang-woo’s body, sat down on a chair and Minjun said, "Come on, let's make a video like this."