341. How to avoid spies
Can you hold on or can’t you hold on?
I wanted to see that.
I know most applicants are desperate.
But the level of urgency will not be the same.
And what I have to do, what they have to do when they get here is.
My opinion is that it is difficult in a normal mental state.
Well, it’s not just my opinion.
Everyone who could be called management agreed.
“Did you bring a homeless person?”
Dong-Hoon, who was in charge of the interview situation, approached me.
He whispered in my ear, but my grandfather is immortal.
“What is this weirdo with the snowball? Who is the homeless guy?”
“You have good hearing.”
Panda Brother smiled awkwardly and looked at me.
“How was the interview outside?”
“Let’s get a new appraiser.”
As he spoke and pointed to the homeless old man with his eyes, the panda brother tilted his head.
It’s been like this from the beginning, but on the outside, homeless old people look like normal people.
It doesn’t give off any special smell at all.
“Why? What?”
The grandfather, sensing the gaze, answered curtly.
“Please wash up first.”
Panda type is a hybrid of immortality and transformation.
However, the blood of transformation is thicker than that of immortality. Therefore, the sense of smell is excellent.
And I, who have a grandfather who acts like a dementia patient himself, have blocked my sense of smell from the first time I saw him until now.
“What’s that smell?”
Immortals are sensitive. They grind their teeth in pain even if they don’t wash for a short while.
Sensitivity is the ability to force cleanliness on oneself.
And yet, I managed to live like this.
My grandfather just stuck out his discolored teeth, asking for candy.
Looking at that sight, I secretly asked my grandfather.
“How did you tell them apart?”
I was honestly curious. Yeah, let’s say you’re good at talking.
I understand that you’ve completely weeded out the suspicious ones.
But the grandfather did not speak to all the applicants.
My grandfather had his own way of distinguishing people and only singled out those he suspected.
The rest didn’t even look at it.
It was something that was specific and efficient from the beginning to give energy to the horse.
To that question, my grandfather looked straight into my eyes and answered with his lips pursed.
“I don’t forget what I created.”
The Immortal Church is a renowned assassination society.
They are good at hiding their swords and using hidden swords well. This is a clear advantage over Prometheus or Isis.
It is not difficult to determine the origins of Prometheus or Isis.
No, they probably didn’t even try to get in.
Because I’ve already told you everything.
But the Immortal Church was different. They seemed confident that they could fool the eyes of either Jungbong or me.
It would have been so if it weren’t for my grandfather, who was an Immortal Church stalker.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have recognized you if you hadn’t put energy into your words.
They are the ones who hide themselves so perfectly.
After speaking, my grandfather pulled his head out, looked closely at my face, and said.
“But who were you?”
This damn dementia cosplay.
* * *
The Immortal Church had a spy who was created through long-term brainwashing.
They were all mixed-blood immortals who had infiltrated the police and other special-species related departments.
In fact, one of the spies even became the secretary to the Minister of Public Administration and Security.
One characteristic is that they all have a teacher who teaches them personally, and according to that teacher, they can even get lava from the Baekdu Mountains.
Brainwashing is this scary.
Of course, the teacher was someone prepared by the Immortal Church, and they taught them assassination techniques.
In conclusion, this group of spies called the Hidden Swords of the Immortal Church are not detected by lie detectors or magic.
It could be said that this was a desperate measure of the Immortal Church, which was not easily discovered even if one planned and suspected it due to a series of coincidences, as the background was clean.
All such spies are eliminated.
Not a single one passed.
A wide range of talents were completely rejected.
“entire?”
The Immortal Leader asked in surprise.
The woman standing in front of him nodded.
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“Does this make sense?”
“They say the first cult leader has joined.”
The woman was once a spy who infiltrated the Immortal Special Forces.
His name is Choi Mi-nam.
He is an apostle of the Immortal Church who can handle spells, and is also associated with Prometheus.
“That guy should have been killed a long time ago.”
The leader ground his teeth.
He is a great man who is often excited, unlike an immortal.
That doesn’t mean my head isn’t working.
“Stop provoking me any further.”
The leader spoke with a stern face.
Choi Mi-nam nodded inwardly.
That’s a given.
Even she herself didn’t know things would turn out this way, but Yoo Gwang-ik was so big now.
‘I should have taken care of it in advance.’
It was this person, not the first cult leader, who should have been killed a long time ago.
I should have sent a spy in advance, but everything is always a step late.
Moreover, this time, coincidence helped him.
You could call it luck.
The handsome man thought so.
But he wasn’t an idiot who would say that out loud.
“Yes. I will convey that.”
The handsome man quietly lowered his head and stepped back.
Because the leader likes dark environments, when I came out of the room, I was blinded by the fluorescent lights.
Choi Mi-nam felt upset.
I thought the knife I prepared this time would definitely be a success.
It was a time to let down your guard, and there was no immediate assassination attempt, only planting a few people.
Because of this, people have been taken out from the police, groups, associations, and various government departments including the Ministry of Public Administration and Security.
The loss is huge.
The Immortals are smaller than Isis or Prometheus. The blow was not small.
The former Immortal Leader was once the one who ruled over all immortals.
In some ways, you could call him the king of a ruined country.
Originally, it was a ghost that should have died when the kingdom was destroyed.
That ghost possessed my descendant, Gwangik, who could be called the Prince of the Immortal Church.
‘I think I’m going to get gastritis.’
It is not a disease fit for an immortal.
The handsome man contacted her quietly but quickly.
The operation failed.
* * *
“Thank you, boss.”
“Yes, daughter, please buy me something delicious.”
“yes.”
After Hye-min’s mother became a black market boss, she focused on embracing people.
I thought that no matter what I did, the main focus was on people.
At first the damage was great.
There was even a guy who tried to hit me in the back of the head after I gave him a bonus.
Some people get addicted to gambling and end up working as spies.
There were also people who were so addicted to drugs that they couldn’t tell right from wrong.
It was not hard to understand, since the black market was originally a dark and gloomy business.
But can we just leave it like that?
She chose a person who was strong-minded and upright.
We changed the personnel to mainly people who have families and a sense of responsibility.
Now, even when she was away, the black market was doing well.
It’s powerless. Since NS is behind us, there’s no one who acts fiercely.
Things do sometimes go wrong though.
NS had no choice but to step forward.
Recently, there was an immortal who took drugs and appeared with dynamite wrapped around his body.
When I first saw it, I was like, what should I do with this?
“I am Kang Ho-eung. I will help you.”
As he said this, one of the successors of the Dangun group popped out from somewhere.
“I think I should just blow his head off. If you allow me, I will do so.”
An immortal also approached, making a shockingly deadly sound.
“I’m a member of the Phoenix team. That’s all you need to know.”
The masked immortal said.
The black market was safe. The government, groups, and even associations were untouchable.
If the black market collapses, the immediate economic impact cannot be ignored. It was something they had to worry about as well.
Here on the sweeper side, coming from the original black market owner, my daughter took care of everything.
“I needed some practical experience these days anyway.”
Although she was overwhelmingly superior to her opponent, that was because her opponent did not know Hye-min well.
Not anymore. The sweeper is fully prepared.
Instead of sending wizards, they sent hybrid shapeshifters or freelancers.
Hye-min gained practical experience dealing with such people.
I used a minimum of spells and developed my fighting skills.
So, leaving the black market to continue running smoothly without her intervention, she headed to NS headquarters.
This is to weed out those who hide their appearance or do strange things while recruiting regular employees.
It’s hard to do it alone.
It’s not like NS has a separate department dedicated to magic.
‘I wish there were more people.’
Pushing aside her petty thoughts, she utilized the spell gear hidden throughout NS headquarters.
After the black market took hold, she returned to her original work.
That’s what I used to do, which is research on orders.
Among those spells, there was one that was based on mana detection and caused butterflies to tangle when hit by it.
All those who passed the document screening passed the flower garden created by NS.
Because the flower garden itself was like a gear with a mana detection function.
“What kind of butterfly is this?”
“pretty.”
“The company has a lot of money, so they make gardens.”
It did a great job of filtering out people.
Everyone who did not fill out the pre-order form in advance was filtered out here.
It was said that the swords prepared by both the Sweeper and the Immortal Church were chipped and broken.
Of course, not all of them were Gwangik’s works.
The ones who showed this kind of meticulousness as soon as they heard about the hiring of full-time employees were Dong-Hoon and Mi-Ho.
Naturally, this would have angered the leaders of the magic hunter group Sweepers.
“I can’t even see a gap where a needle can go in.”
The one who was called the Sweeper’s staff member was the first to stick out his tongue.
And while all this was happening, Gwangik ate, slept, and trained.
The training center was deserted because everyone was working as interviewers.
* * *
It was quite enjoyable to move my body by myself for the first time in a while.
Decide on an opponent in your head and pull your chin in. This is image training.
The customizing tool called Ithel is an excellent tool.
Even small movements put a strain on the body. The strain on the body becomes the force that builds muscle strength and stamina.
While I was drenched in sweat, someone suddenly came in and said something.
“He’s the kind of guy who should at least be lazy.”
The voice and momentum are familiar.
But his appearance had completely changed. A complete transformation, there is no better word for it.
He pulled his white hair back neatly, trimmed his eyebrows, and chose a suitable shirt and pants to wear.
His collarbone was visible through his shirt.
If I unbuttoned one more button, I could probably line up the old ladies at the nursing home.
He is a young man who continues the lineage of pretty boys, young men, and middle-aged men.
She had the aura and looks to debut as a model right away.
“Is this what they call a complete transformation?”
It is something that makes you exclaim in admiration.
I think they said that fat-soluble stress is solved with chicken and water-soluble stress is solved with a shower.
Grandfather’s expression looked much better after he came out after washing up cleanly.
Thanks to that, the grandfather, who had temporarily stopped playing the role of a dementia patient, spoke with his arms folded.
“Everyone like Akbari takes after their father.”
“Did Mr. Yoo Yeon-ho say that?”
“then.”
“I heard you two didn’t see each other much when you were young?”
“I watched it secretly from afar.”
“Why?”
“Your father was a bit out of it at that time.”
That’s something I heard in passing.
My father’s past, my father in his younger days was a sensitive boss.
An immortal monster that would crush anyone who touched it and stab them in the face with a knife.
“I’m barely getting a government job. I don’t like it though.”
I opened the refrigerator, wiping the sweat from my face and neck with a towel.
Who put the beer in?
He took out two cans and threw one.
It was an accurate throw, as befitting an immortal. The beer can with the line drawn on it went right into the gap between the grandfather’s crossed arms.
“… … They look alike except for their faces.”
That guy’s face.
“I don’t hear people call my face ugly wherever I go.”
“Is that so? Then what does your father’s face look like?”
That’s foul play.
The beauty of Jungbong, Jeong Gi-nam, Kang Purum, and Father is foul.
He is the epitome of a pretty boy. What’s more, his charm is completely different.
There has been some change in the NS popularity vote recently.
With the appearance of Hyung Jungbong, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places are said to be changing.
I think Kang Purum’s ranking dropped because her face wasn’t shown well.
under.
Because I can’t pray.
Why am I not even in the top 10?
What’s more, a name I’m seeing for the first time is in the top 10.
Was it a park daegi?
My grandfather chuckled when he saw me like that.
Swish. I opened the can of beer and took a gulp.
The carbonation flowing down my throat after training. The refreshing feeling went down to my toes.
Cool.
“Father, tell me a story about when you were young.”
I repeat, everyone was busy with interviews, so there was no one there.
It was just my grandfather and I here.
The grandfather, who had momentarily forgotten his role as a dementia patient, nodded in agreement.
“It’s good.”
Soon we were chatting away, emptying our beer cans one by one.
Usually my grandfather would talk and I would listen, but later on I started talking too.
My grandfather was also a good listener when I talked about things that had happened.
“That was good.”
“That guy named Al doesn’t seem like the type to ruin the country.”
“Isn’t your mother worried?”
“That apostle is not on my side. He is a deceiver.”
The reaction was so good.
In the midst of all that chatter, my grandfather asked.
“I see, can you follow along?”
It was a very vague statement, but it wasn’t difficult to understand.
Giving strength to words.
“It’s called a word.”
Grandfather added.
“Yes, I see it works.”
At those words, the grandfather’s eyes trembled.
These eyes are a good mix of joy and emptiness.
“Shouldn’t I teach that to someone?”
“You already have it?”
“I’m not good at teaching people. And I know that stuff myself, I didn’t learn it.”
This is what I felt while teaching honesty.
Kids are bad at doing things that should just be done.
They were so frustrated that they gave up halfway.
So I passed on this interview and the things that followed.
“Then hand that kid over. He has nice eyes.”
Grandfather pointed to a person.
I’ll be acting like an old man with dementia on the outside, so it’ll probably be quite difficult.
Still, there will be a lot left.
Although it’s a nickname, he was once called the Immortal King. There’s probably nothing left to learn from him.
“I have nothing to give to my grandson.”
“Go eat some shit.”
Even though it was nothing special, we giggled like friends.
This is something that should have eased the tension between me and my father, but I felt strange because it seemed like I had become closer to him first.
After drinking that much, playing around and sleeping.
The next day, I received a call from Purum early.
There was news that the second gear was completed.
