The Foreigner on the Periphery

That was how he came to the conclusion, but when she was holding on to Rare, he couldn't attack her proudly. She therefore had to aim for the timing of her emptying Rare, and during the discussion, she learned something that Minjun didn’t know.  

"A spy?" Jenkinson said it was obvious.  

"I have recruited one of the staff at Rare who will be my eyes and ears. Those who don’t even know what kind of secret Changcheon is doing, but who can tell you if he’s out today or not.”  

He spoke confidently, but even after a few days, there were no reports of Changcheon leaving the house. Minjun, who was suspicious, asked him.  

"Are you sure you got it right? Changcheon has been stuck in Rare for days? It's not like that in the first place."

"Okay…. Judging from the circumstances, it seems that it is not really coming out. I’m not even going to work today.”  

It was a strange thing. Apparently, at this time, Changcheon was ignorant and stuck in the rare. Meanwhile, wars within the Orc community escalated, and Jenkinson observed both forces being consumed. He was already feeling anxious that the roots of both organizations would be shaken if the war lasted longer.  

However, as long as the option of a truce disappeared, they would opt for a more radical method. Eventually, the fire began to spread outside the slums. Not all members of the two organizations reside in the Orc community. In particular, Kim Kwang-woo was an Orc who was dressed as a businessman externally, and his family lived in a high-class residential area where wealthy elves and humans lived.  

In addition to this, the fact that Red Star fired a rocket at the house in Hannam-dong, where Kim Kwang-woo’s eldest son lived, was worthy of judgment that many had crossed the line. The media, which had not shown much interest in the war that was taking place in the poor man’s district, made a special mention of the fact, and the rich rose up.  

It was absolutely unacceptable for their courtyard to become dirty because of the fight between those who threw filth at each other across the river. When rumors of military mobilization began to emerge late, Jenkinson intervened. It was after the two organizations had decided that they had killed each other enough. Some documents were circulated on social media and communities.  

Most of those who confirmed it laughed and ignored it as a conspiracy theory. Because there have been media before that paid attention to the allegations made there.  

– Red Star is a disguised organization of the Human Rights Solidarity.  

The reaction appeared earlier from the parties than from the general public. Red Star members paid more attention to it and were shocked. The document exposed the truth discovered through Ji Seon-kyung.  

Organization members with background knowledge could easily infer that this was true. In the midst of the war, the Orcs, which accounted for the majority of the members of the organization, began to depart. They were furious and furious at the fact that they had worked for an organization formed to hate and kill their people.  

The money they earned was being used to slaughter the Orcs. Not only those who took their own lives out of betrayal, shame, and guilt, but also those who quickly turned to the enemies of the organization they were involved in and committed terrorism. The war situation, which had drawn a narrow, parallel line, turned in an instant.  

The disappearance of Ji Seon-kyung, the top commanding officer, also acted as bad news. In the end, the gang took full control of Red Star’s sphere of influence. overwhelming victory. At last, the Orc community was restored to peace.  

Even after winning the war, Kim’s successor focused on eradicating and uprooting the remnants of the Red Star that remained throughout the city. It was thought that if only Changman were eliminated as it was, their dominance would not be shaken in the future and would last for a long time.  

In addition to this, Jenkinson lets them enjoy a moment of happiness. They decided to wait for the winners to pull out the weeds.  

***  

“Uh… da… where did you go?”  

After hearing that the war was over, Deong-cheol looked for friends in the slums after a long time. “No one is here.”

However, what was waiting was a sign of a hasty withdrawal. It was said that there was an effort by the police, but as the battle intensified and the battlefield expanded, it seemed inevitable. There were bullet marks all over the alley walls and floors.  

He put down the shopping bag he was holding in both hands and looked around with worried eyes. They seemed to have left without packing their tents and other luggage.  

"Uh?” Deong-cheol looked around carefully and found something inside the tent.  

"Ah, I'm glad." Deong-cheol, who was drowsy as to whether something terrible had happened, sighed in relief. And he read what he had found with tears in his eyes.  

They knew that Deong-cheol would be worried if he disappeared so suddenly. On the paper torn from the box, there were several crooked and misspelled lines of text. It was a letter left for Deong-cheol.  

The friends eventually decided to enter a medical center run by the dragon. “I’m glad… I’m glad…”  

If he didn’t die in the midst of this, that alone would be a million blessings. Shaking his chest, Deong-cheol returned to the bookstore. The elf tilted his head when the employee, who had been on leave in the afternoon, returned with a huge packed lunch.

“I… sir. One thing please."  

The elf, who heard the situation, gladly accepted the request. Like many goblins, he was afraid to call someone he didn’t know. This was because the person was often ignoring or annoyed by his slow and slurred speech.  

It would have been nice if they didn’t just cut off after sharing a few words. And so, Lakefield called instead. The phone number of the medical center operated by Changcheon came up with a little internet search.  

"Yes, you are working hard. I’d like to ask a few questions before going to the meeting…”  

Deong-cheol was thinking of going to his friends with a packed lunch. In the meantime, there were several new medical centers, so it was essential to check which one was protecting them.  

Of course, he remembered the names of his friends clearly. Lakefield frowned and read the note that Dong-cheol had written in plain type. Then his face hardened. “ · · ·Yes? Is there no such person? Then please check another branch."  

The goblin, who felt the atmosphere was unusual, also had a nervous expression. “Yes? No way.”

The words of the staff connected to the representative phone were surprising. Most of the goblins he inquired about had no records of hospitalization. Deong-cheol spoke with a white face.  

"But…there's going to be a letter…"  

Among them, some names were confirmed to be hospitalized. However · · ·

"Yes, I will find out." Lakefield hung up the phone and said, "Some of them are under their protection, but they say it's impossible to visit them all."  

"Yes?! why?”  

"He said he was in an intensive care unit because he wasn't feeling very well. The visit was cut off, saying it was impossible for my family to come."  

Deong-cheol thought that was impossible. The last time he saw them, they all had poor nutrition and lived with small bottles, but it wasn’t so precarious. Even if things got worse in the meantime, how quickly, without exception, he was in the same situation.  

"Wait a minute."  

Eventually, Lakefield summoned the spirit. Unlike Minjun’s imperfect witchcraft, a resident of the spirit world that could be controlled even from a long distance flew towards the medical center.

And, after a while.  

“This…” Hearing the story of the returning spirit, Lakefield started drooling. "Can't you come in?"  

It was said that a strong barrier was installed in all medical centers to prevent the entry of spirits.  

‘Why are you doing that to a welfare facility?' Lakefield picked up the phone with a hard expression.  

"Wait a minute. This is… really strange."  

In addition to this time I started calling the other person.  

***  

Changcheon preferred trolls to work for Rare. There was a reason that it was the largest and most powerful intelligent body that could be supplied on Earth, but the more important reason was that it would not die if handled harshly, the employees implicitly assumed.  

As such, Changcheon was a ferocious employer and feared. "Oh, really? You finally went out?!"

During shift hours, handover was in progress between the morning group, who had just left, and the night shift, when they left the office. The morning group was upset by the news that Rare’s owner had finally left the house after a few days.  

"Wow, how much is this really? During this time, I didn’t go outside at all, and I was only on Rare, so I was so nervous…”  

It was the wish of all office workers to want their superiors to empty their workplaces as much as possible, but if the partner was Changcheon, that heart became a more earnest prayer. He had no choice but to have an employer who rebuked him in the form of violence and murder if his mind was twisted.  

"I was worried because I was so nervous these days… did you hear about that bank president?"  

Externally, he was treated as having an accident after work. But the employees who knew the truth knew. That he was torn to pieces by the angry Changcheon and died. At this point, it was natural for him to give up on money or anything and run away, but they were not given such freedom.  

This was because he knew that the old dragon’s revenge will follow. "At this point, it's a job scam… Why did no one know that Changcheon was such a dragon?"  

"No, there were rumors. We ignored it because we were blinded by money."  

He thought that the company run by Goryong would never go bankrupt, and the salary offered was too high, so I passed on it. Had he known this truth, he would not have applied for it even if he had given him ten million dollars.  

The reason why the truth that "the neck is blown off" physically, rather than a metaphor, was not well known to the outside was simple. That was because her former and current employees are assassinated by her just for telling the truth about her on the internet or suggesting something similar on her job seeker site, her company review site, etc.  

In front of the boss who found and killed anyone who insulted themselves or the company, the employees then had no choice but to tremble in fear.  

"Then why did you leave the deal? When are you coming back?"  

"I don't know that either."

"At least today, I will work with peace of mind. Why are you so sharp these days? It was much worse than before. I’m afraid I’ll meet you while I’m at work.”  

"Isn't it because of what you do on the 30th floor these days? I don’t know what it is, but how many cargo trucks were there yesterday? They said they all went to the 30th floor."  

"Oh, I had a plan to wear it today, but was it canceled?"  

"Okay. Do you know what I mean? He canceled it because he can’t directly manage and supervise it today. There is something so important going on."  

"Hey, I don't even want to know after hearing this far. whatever it is."  

"Yeah, if you know a lot, your life will be fleeting."  

The two trolls who grumbled like that got on a buggy and set off to work in Rare. It was almost impossible to move on foot in this huge underground space that was the size of a dragon.  

Meanwhile, even after they disappeared, one troll remained in the employee’s changing room. He quietly reproduced what he had heard.

‘Thirty floor?' He whispered to himself. There, the face of the spy that Jenkinson had planted in this rare was reflected. Looking intently, he marveled.

‘After all… Dragon kids are just amazing at having a polymorph.'  

Of course, the troll who muttered like that was Minjun. The spies Jenkinson had planted on the lehr were arranged for a variety of uses. When he chose Ganja, he didn’t choose anyone else.

He had no family to be retaliated against by Changcheon, and he had no regrets even if he left Korea as it was. Also, unlike other trolls who could not escape for fear of death, Iza had a strong backbone.  

After all, the only way to escape from the old dragon’s beast was other ancient dragons. like Jenkinson.  

‘Let’s see… on the 30th basement floor, Ha Eun-seong is there where he saw the dragon ghost.’  

When two old dragons meet, the location was usually set to a place other than their rare. This was because the act of looking for the opponent’s rare was interpreted as an ideal kind of ‘audience’, that was, bending and entering by oneself, rather than a very close relationship.  

Although Jenkinson was the ruler of the area, she was not over any other dragon, so she had to come out of the rare to meet the two of them.

‘There was a separate elevator to the 30th floor. It was impossible to access with this ID, so he'll have to catch up when others enter…’  

Minjun, conscious of the CCTV, suddenly began to move in search of blind spots instead of memorizing the invisibility spell. He saw the right opportunity, cast a spell, and scoured all over the place unnoticed.  

For security reasons, the teleport in the entire rare space was sealed, so he had no choice but to do it. He was busy looking for a suitable place, muttering to myself, ‘It’s terribly spacious.’  

"Hey, there!"  

Behind him, he heard someone calling him.