The Foreigner on the Periphery

"Chairman, were you about to get into trouble?" Minjun said bluntly. Jenkinson, who came next to him, looked down and touched his forehead.  

"They are ‘Balien'." His gaze then shifted to the cleaning tool. Blair explained. "These are the people we called today to clean the exterior walls and windows of Jenkinson Tower."  

With a pair of bird-like wings on their backs, they were employees of a cleaning company dedicated to high-rise buildings. While working from the top floor, he must have been directly hit by the dragon pier that Jenkinson had launched. Having tasted the energy of an old dragon for the first time in their lives, they passed out and fell. Had it not been for Minjun, a terrible situation would have happened. It could have resulted in them being cleaned, who came to do the cleaning. It was shattered and stuck to the sidewalk block.  

"I made a mistake. Minjun, thank you."  

“You’re welcome.”  

Jenkinson frowned as he looked outside. On the first floor of the building, spectators had already gathered. Minjun slowly lowered the fainted people to the ground. As if Blair had contacted them, the medical team rushed in. Minjun muttered. "Since those glass mentalities were attacked by the dragon, the aftereffects must be quite serious, right?"  

It sounded like someone else’s, but Jenkinson knew it was a story he wanted to hear. Blair intervened. "Since we are all employees of a subcontractor, there is no need for us to deal with industrial accidents."  

Minjun still threw his words out as if he’s not interested. "They will all come from Thailand or Bangladesh, so they won't even have proper medical insurance."  

Not all of the seven races that migrated to Earth in the form of group immigration live evenly throughout the world. In particular, Balien, which was naturally weak against cold, rarely settled in Korea, where temperatures were often lower than those of Siberia in midwinter. Instead, they stayed in warm and low-cost countries, and when the days were warm, they came to a country like Korea, earned money for a few months, and then returned to their home country. It was a behavior reminiscent of migratory birds migrating according to the seasons.  

Of course, Balien used low-cost airlines that could purchase tickets for around 100,000 won one way instead of flying in groups when crossing the border. They were very much loved loners in some professions. This was because Balien’s crew was incomparably cheaper than the wages paid to wizards and helicopter pilots who had learned floating magic, and the cost of purchasing high-tech drones. In particular, it was attractive that there was no need to pay the risk allowance that accompanies the work at a high place. Minjun threw out another word like he was talking to himself.  

"I don't know if there are hospital bills for people who get 30,000 won a day."  

After the Fourth Amendment was ratified and the Minimum Wage Act repealed, wages for some social classes became surprisingly cheap.  

Jenkinson then spoke whilst looking at Blair. "At the company level, please pay attention to them. It’s not ours, but please don’t spare any support you need for treatment.”  

“ · · · · · ·All right.” In fact, the act Jenkinson inflicted on them was close to unintentional injury. Knowing this, Blair meekly accepted his order.  

“For a moment.” The dragon then thought deeply.

"All outsourced?"  

“Yes, it is.”  

One could control what was happening right now so that it didn't go public in the media, but one couldn't completely control people’s mouths. Moreover, the public was quite favorable to Balien. Slightly better than goblins and slightly less intelligent than humans, they were often rated as ‘naive’ instead of being considered ‘dumb.'  

It was a shameful thing for the goblins, but fortunately or unfortunately, most goblins were not smart enough to even think about it. "Then, how about doing this?"  

The dragon instructs. "If you ask for your intention and accept it, all of them will be hired as full-time employees of our company. As compensation for the psychological damage they inflicted. Of course, if work-life is impossible, tell them that you are responsible for your future life and rehabilitation."  

"However, those races return to their homeland in winter…"  

"It means that I will support you with all of that in mind."  

It was truly an outrageous proposal. "Yes, I will."  

Jenkinson’s decision soon made headlines on the Internet. Although it was not in the media to report in detail why the scavengers suddenly fell because it would not benefit the dragon, social media and various communities were overflowing with stories praising the elder dragon’s great determination. There was a possibility that some people would react hostilely to the fact that they had hired a foreign worker as a full-time employee, but there were few criticisms because of the peculiarity of being unable to get a job in the first place "without wings" in the job. And after a while, this red dragon suffered another unpleasant experience, in which his good intentions struck him in the back.  

***  

Jenkinson approved the final list of clerics to make Changcheon and Ryuho holy. Then, a few days later, they presented the necessary materials and various conditions for the exorcism ceremony. The Roman Catholic priest said that he brought everything, and Zoroaster’s Mobed also expressed the opinion that it would be sufficient if there was only a space for a fire in the place. The problem was the priest in Dreamland.  

"What’s this?” Jenkinson snorted out of absurdity. If it hadn’t been transformed into a human body, the fire would surely have risen. The documents he saw contained a list that Dreamland had asked Jenkinson to prepare.  

"Are you kidding me now?" The elf looked at his superior’s expression with an anxious gaze.

The dragon turned his gaze to the document again. And then he began to read as if to listen. "250 liters of pig blood and manure each, 3,000 live unfrozen pinkies or fudge, 50 non-venomous snakes, 30 healthy sheep, 5 liters of liquid hemp, 100 grams of methamphetamine, 100 LSD Twenty bottles of vodka cast exclusively for Grams and Trolls, 1 kilogram of Green Eggfly Mushrooms, . . . and why do you need a magic mirror and a whirlpool tub?!"  

The dragon finally couldn’t hold back and poured out his anger. "Moreover… do you need enough space for the priests to accompany the four hundred saints with pure souls to ‘move their bodies,' ‘interact with each other,' and ‘to bless and become one together'?"  

It was rare for him to come out with harsh words. "What the hell are these mongrel cults planning to do in someone else's rar?!"  

The place where the two ghosts were sealed was, of course, Jenkinson’s Rare, and that was the place where the exorcism ceremony was held. The dragon spoke in a voice like frost. "Get out of this one! Find another priest."  

However, according to the following secretary’s explanation, it was not an easy task. The thing that needed to be sanctified was the ghost of the dragon.

It was not easy to find a priest with enough skills. Moreover, contrary to the expectations of the Elder Dragon, the priest in Dreamland said that he was evaluated as the top tier in the list of the three most powerful magicians. Jenkinson was barely able to contain his anger when he heard that he had specifically negotiated to go ahead with this request, despite the original three-year waiting list.  

"Do you really need all these frivolous things? For the rite of enlightenment?"  

“Yes. According to the doctrine, unless you fall into a state of trance, you cannot exert powerful divine power…”  

"I'll be delighted."  

Eventually, Jenkinson was forced to sign a payment agreement. And a few days later, on the promised day, the priests came one by one to the Jenkinson headquarters. The first to arrive was a Roman Catholic priest. Although they were not dragons, they were regarded as nobles all over the world. The dragon met the priest directly in his office. “Oh oh · · ·!”  

The priest who opened the door to the president’s room almost immediately drew his name without realizing it. His gaze was fixed as if nailed to one place. He then began to marvel in a voice wet with emotion.  

"Lord!" Blair whispered calmly, breaking his sentiments.

"Priest, take a closer look. no.”  

"Iced coffee?!” The old Catholic priest blinked his eyes in embarrassment. It was not the old dragon who grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back to the threshold of his Spirit-filled moment. The back of the dragon looking at the priest with a bitter expression. Outside the window of the office on the 109th floor, ‘angels' gather and fly in unison…  

"?!"  

No. it turned out it wasn’t what the priest thought. “Iced coffee! Sorry. For a moment I…”  

It was too embarrassing to even speak of the word illusion, so the priest just swallowed his words. Outside the window of Jenkinson’s office was a procession of dragonflies flying over the summer breeding wetlands. They were all Balians, singing beautiful songs all at once and flying with their pure white wings.  

As rumors spread that foreign workers who had been directly hit by Jenkinson’s Dragon Peer were hired as regular workers, Balinese working in Korea flocked to the sky around Jenkinson’s headquarters at once. Those naive writers were hoping that they too would have a similar accident. Instead of explaining that the Balians have been like this for a few days, aiming for a chance at ‘grace,' the dragon suggested a seat.

"Sit down. When the rest of us gather, we will teleport." Rebuking himself for being mistaken for not seeing Balien for the first time, the priest blushed his face.  

"…All right.” After a while, Mo Bed arrived, and he was not too surprised, but he was not mistaken like a priest. As the two were in the same industry, they spent leisurely time talking about the industry while waiting to see if they knew each other. The Elder Dragon had to treat guests as well, and so he moderately intervened in their conversation.

  It was when the last priest arrived that the peace was broken. Minjun, who was guarding his seat with Blair as if he was an attendant, looked at his opponent as if he was surprised. ‘You look better than you think?'  

The brown-haired man who showed up wearing a high-quality tailored suit looked more like a businessman than a priest. “Nice to see you. This is Joachim Steinmeier of the Dreamland Church."  

It was then…. "Me, me!"

The Catholic priest rose from his seat and pointed his finger at him. "That Satan has come all the way here!"  

Mobed was also excited and sputtered. "With this one Why didn’t you tell me earlier that we should be together? You cannot perform sacred rites like such a devil. I will fall!"  

"The same goes for this one!" The atmosphere changed in an instant. They seemed to already know him well. Despite the pouring accusations, the Dreamland priest was only smiling with a well-groomed smile. Predicting this, Blair and Jenkinson exchanged glances.  

Jenkinson had no intention of crushing his opponent with force. It went against the beliefs, but in reality, it was impossible.  

Those who were one of the most capable people on the planet… To be precise, the denomination that commanded them had signed sponsorship contracts with Goryong in many countries around the world. The denomination then responded to the guardian’s request first, and in return, the dragon guaranteed their safety. The reason the two of them raised their voices in front of Jenkins wasn't just because they believed in the ‘God’ behind them.  

As if they had gotten Jenkinson’s permission in advance, the elf approached the two excited priests and whispered something. Then, he saw that their expressions changed. And so, a few more words came and went. "Hmmmm, it is impossible to ignore the suffering souls. I will add a special hand only this time."

“Honestly, I’m embarrassed that you didn’t tell me in advance. But, especially this time, if that wicked devil and his sinners do not interfere with my rituals…"  

Afterward, Blair also approached the priest in Dreamland and suggested something. It would be rude to exclude him from ‘additional negotiations’ alone. However, he shook his head and uttered a word instead, but this time Blair’s expression hardened slightly. He greeted Jenkinson politely, still with a bright smile on his face.  

In addition to this, when he heard that he was moving by teleport, he said: "As I said before, the four hundred saints I have brought must also accompany me. We can’t all come in, so we’re waiting in the auditorium.”  

Eventually, Jenkinson moved them all to Rare. He couldn’t hide the disgust that appeared on his face. Confused as to whether it was for covering up or barely exposing… About four hundred people, wearing something more like a thong rather than clothing.  

Seeing the scene as he walked, Minjun whispered. "Hey, Jenkinson. Do I have to watch this? I don’t think it would be a bad idea to go oversee how the talent extraction magic circle is going."  

"…Just in case you don’t know, let me make an observation here with you.”  

Minjun thought of someone without realizing it while looking at the Dreamlanders, especially staring at the dress.

‘When that frying pan child sees this scene, he gets excited…’  

At that moment. he wanted to miss you again. ‘That's right, frying pan!'  

It was supposed to be sealed, but he forgot it again. ‘Does the lengthy prison life cause forgetfulness? Why am I doing this these days?'  

It was not like Minjun to forget and procrastinate several times. He had always been the kind of person who always gets things done when he can. He was weird. ‘Have I ever been like this many times because of the same thing?'  

The moment his eyes deepened, the consciousness began. In conclusion, the exorcism ceremony performed by the three priests did not proceed smoothly. The Catholic priest passed out three times during the ceremony, not because he had exhausted his divine power or the dragon spirit rebelled, but because he had caught sight of the bizarre things the Dreamlanders were doing next to him.  

On the other hand, Mobed, who devoted himself to prayer after lighting a sacred bonfire, only vomited a few times because of the smell. The exorcism ceremony that had lasted for 12 hours like that was finally over. In Minjun’s eyes, he could see the spirit body crumbling into powder of light. Changcheon, which wrapped the young dragon on fire like a rattan, collapsed with him. Only after observing the scene where their souls were absorbed from the physical world to the spirit world, Minjun whispered to the dragon. "It paid off properly." The dragon didn’t respond as if he was crazy.  

"Jenkinson, are you done?"  

“Ah? Ah.”  

Did the Balians who had been mentally attacked by the Dragon Fear look like this after waking up? Standing with a face that seemed to have glimpsed the transcendent horror, Jenkinson trembled. Dreamland crazy things he had to observe for twelve hours floated like vomit in his head. A nightmare that he had to witness vividly and with my bare mind. The dragon shouts as if brushing off a terrible image.  

"Wow, you did a great job!" The priest and Mobed were exhausted and sat down. The dragon then sent a signal and the door opens. As Jenkinson’s employees came in to clean up, they screamed and collapsed, knocked out. It was the same reason the dragon’s face turned white. In the end, it was the golem summoned by Jenkinson who was responsible for supporting the priest and Mobed and moving them outside.  

On the other hand, all the members of Dreamland had the same physical strength as a troll regardless of race. Minjun’s calculated amount of exercise alone was likely to break through 10,000 kilocalories, but as soon as the ceremony was over, those who fainted would wake up again. Then, everyone patted their shoulders and shook hands, encouraging them that they did a good job, and walked straight to the front of the teleport gate outside the door. The madness emitted during the ritual disappeared like a lie.  

The floor they walked on left footprints mixed with various body fluids, making it difficult to distinguish colors. The dragon’s face, seeing it, became more complicated. He whispered to the elf. "It seems impossible to leave the housekeeping here to the housekeepers I hired. So, call an outside company…"  

After thinking for a moment, he shakes his hand. "No, quit. I’m going to disinfect this whole place myself.”  

He was in the process of deciding to burn all traces of the Hellfire when the guests returned. “I · · ·"  

Joachim was coming. His gaze turned to Minjun. To Minjun, who did not introduce his identity and left him to be regarded as one of his assistants. Agent felt fear in a very long time.

‘What, why?! Me, what?!'  

Their eyes crossed. He walked over, covering his messy body with a white bass robe, wiping sweat and other things from his forehead with a handkerchief. The expensive suit he wore when he first appeared was torn to shreds during the ceremony. Some of them then rolled on the floor, some in the stomach of the sheep, and some… Minjun, who remembered the whereabouts of the remaining pieces of cloth in his head, felt disgusted and erased it right away, said with a firm face.  

"Why?"  

Even after the riot, he smiled with a calm face as if nothing had happened, but everyone in this place didn’t trust that smile any more. "I briefly told the elf secretary here earlier, but I have one more business."  

The details were said to be told after the ceremony was over. "Actually, the reason I came to Korea this time is not just because I was commissioned for the exorcism. At the same time, on the contrary, I want to put in a certain quest."

Minjun then said that he was suspicious. With a reaction that would be seen by a dragon’s secretary.

"Is this request so important that I have to make a request directly in the presence of the president?"  

With that, Johaim smiled and said, "Yes, it is a request I would like to ask the Korean immigration office. So, with the great Old Dragon who is here…"  

This time, looking at Minjun. "I would like to say ‘quietly' to one of the most legendary agents in the world. It's like our denomination received the commission ‘quietly' this time."  

‘You knew me.' Minjun looked at the dragon, and Jenkinson looked like he wanted to hear a story anyway. However, there was one condition. "Let's not do this here, let's move on. And you… you’d better wash up. Blair will guide you."  

"I will not give up." Jenkinson thought. It would be better to just melt the shower room used by that priest than to disinfect it. Thinking of purifying the place where the worshipers once lived for a while with the flames of hell, the dragon constructed teleport magic.