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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟖: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫
Siwoo, who had attended a promotional marketing event hosted by HSIU, headed straight home.
It was something he would not have done easily, even if Baek Geon-ho had made a desperate request, but he had closed the deal on the condition that he would not have to write reports for the next year.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine if I get some rest.”
Volk, who was holding the steering wheel, replied.
Red Ear had overused his magic item to roast and stew ghouls.
Fortunately, there were no major injuries, and Siwoo found him passed out from mana depletion.
‘He’ll just make me new magic items anyway. . . .’
He thought that he should take advantage of the fact that he was a senior.
Why bother an old man when there was a young and fresh one right in front of him?
‘I should take advantage of Volk from now on. I’ll also include Chu Ha-min or Hwang Jeong-gu if necessary.’
Volk, who was driving, felt an inexplicable chill.
🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷
ᴀ𝐰𝚎𝔟𝕤𝚝𝚘𝐫𝚒𝔢ṡ.𝕔𝚘ᴍ
Min Si-joon, the head of [𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝], one of the top 7 guilds in South Korea.
“C-Chief? Chief?”
Yoon Seung-gyu, his secretary, called out to his senior and superior, Si-joon, several times.
However, Si-joon did not even look up, his gaze fixed on the news on the TV.
「A group of ghouls appeared at the HSIU International Conference held at a mansion in Nuremberg, Germany, resulting in numerous casualties. The German authorities suspect that the mastermind behind this incident is. . .」
His brother, who had been called directly by Branch Manager Baek Geon-ho, had followed him.
Min Si-joon immediately called the <<German Hunter Association>>.
Germany was currently in a state of emergency, with not only the Hunter Association but also the government, HSIU, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs involved.
It was only natural, given the circumstances.
Official letters pouring in from various countries, hotlines between VIPs, and situation reports requested by the HSIU International Headquarters.
In short, the civil servants and low-ranking staff were running ragged.
“They’re not answering the phone. . . .”
“I’ll try to find out separately.”
Therefore, they were not even receiving any minor contact.
After several hours on the phone, Yoon Seung-gyu was able to get some news through the grapevine.
“Fortunately, there are no Koreans on the casualty list.”
“Phew, that’s a relief. No, why does hyung always get involved in such things?”
Si-joon muttered, more of a complaint than anything else.
‘Why do I worry more after my hyung comes back?’
And the next day, late in the afternoon.
They received a call that Siwoo would be coming.
It was along with the news that Baek Geon-ho had offered something to Siwoo, which Siwoo had accepted, and that he would be doing a major marketing campaign for HSIU.
“Hyung wouldn’t do something like this?”
“Chief, Don’t you think he is trying to sacrifice himself to revive the organization he belongs to? As expected of your older brother.”
“Yeah, no way.”
“. . . . . . . . . .”
“No way.”
Min Si-joon shook his head firmly.
His brother was not the type to feel a sense of belonging anywhere.
That was why Siwoo had not been interested when Do Kyung-hoo and Choi Dae-soo formed guilds, and had not even tried to control them.
He had only cared about the disciples he had taught.
‘I don’t think he’ll start thinking about the future of the organization he belongs to now. . . What deal did Baek Geon-ho make?’
That evening.
At the dinner table, Si-joon asked Siwoo directly.
What had happened?
“They’re giving me a lot of salary. They also offered me the position of Team Leader, but I’m going to turn that down.”
“. . . . . .That’s it??”
“And we agreed to get along well. You should call Baek Geon-ho hyung next time you see him.”
“. . . . . . . . .???”
He had expected something big, but the result was much less than he had anticipated.
Because,
“My brother isn’t interested in any of that stuff.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Siwoo was not interested in money, fame, or power.
If he had wanted those things, he would have accumulated them since his first-generation days.
Like Choi Dae-soo.
“Then why did you say you would?”
To his brother’s question, Siwoo answered simply.
“Because there’s no reason to leave HSIU?”
“Yeah. . .??”
What did that mean?
“I don’t have any plans to leave anyway. But the other side is worried that I might leave. So all I have to do is accept their conditions. In the end, it’s good for both sides.”
It was a simple and clear logic.
It would be strange to try to persuade him not to leave.
Besides, even if he said that, the other side would not believe him and would only watch him anxiously.
In the worst case, they might even try to chain him down.
However, if he accepted the deal offered by the other side, the story would be different.
They would be relieved to think that they had secured him with a ‘better’ condition, and they would believe that their ‘interests’ were aligned.
Siwoo was not greedy for money, fame, or power, but there was no need to object when they were just being offered to him.
【𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟! 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕!】
Siwoo, who was about to add more, let Pre pick up the food.
The chicken and pig’s feet disappeared in an instant.
Si-joon was finally relieved after hearing his brother’s words.
He had been worried that his brother might have been swayed by Baek Geon-ho’s sweet talk, not long after returning from the other world.
“Brother, and what happened in Germany?”
Si-joon, who had heard the news from the press and the flyers circulating in the guild, had limited information.
The best thing to do would be to hear the story from someone who had been there.
“. . .So, at dawn, Layla and I were talking on the roof, when suddenly the magic power━”
“Layla? I’ve heard that name a lot.”
“She’s the Guild Leader of the [𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝] in Germany. Do you know Hans Schröder? He’s her niece.”
Siwoo spoke casually, only touching on the key points.
However, for Si-joon, the head of [𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝], it was not a trivial matter.