< 67. Dragon Lover, Dragon Hater, Dragon Sucker (1) >
Blair Campbell has strong convictions.
The most adorable creature in all dimensions is the dragon.
She subscribes to all the dragon-related channels on YouTube and collects all kinds of creative works featuring dragons. She even regularly uploads her own dragon illustrations to her SNS account under a fake name, making her a household name in that world.
The reason she loved dragons so much was simple.
Because it’s beautiful. And because it’s great.
Considering this, her accomplishment of assisting the highest ranking dragon in Korea was literally a case of her passion and career being in harmony.
“Mr. Chairman, this is a proposal for a new business within the Oak Community of the Jenkinson Welfare Foundation.”
Jenkinson, who had been staring at his computer screen with a slight frown, holds out his hand without turning his head.
Blair felt regret as she handed the papers over to him.
‘It would be nice if there was a place in the office where the chairman could work as the main office.’
Of course, there is such a space at Rare, but Jenkinson prefers to meet his subordinates only in the work space specified in their employment contracts rather than inviting them to his house at will. He is an employer with a clear distinction between work and private life.
Because of this, Blair didn’t have many opportunities to see Jenkinson’s magnificent body. It was a great pity for Yongdeokhu.
Jenkinson asked, as he was leafing through the papers.
“Even if we bought all the schools and companies run by Red Star, this is all the budget we would need?”
Jenkinson was planning to use his own welfare foundation to fill the void left by the already collapsed Red Star. The foundation, which had hardly been run according to its original purpose since its establishment, was finally starting to find its place.
The real reason he established the foundation was to exploit a loophole in domestic law that does not place limits on political donations from non-profit foundations.
Jenkinson was interested in governing, but not in taking office. He flatly declined advice from his subordinates to run for president, saying:
‘I can exert a strong enough influence just by holding my current position. Isn’t that better than being president? I don’t have to go around the market begging for a handshake every five years.’
I didn’t covet it. The current presidency is an attractive throne that doesn’t require worrying about term, impeachment, or re-election.
One of the means by which he exerted influence on society even when he did not run for politics was the aforementioned foundation.
Among the leading presidential and general election candidates, there are few who have not tasted the political donations of Red Dragon. It is also true that even the president, who is already in his fifth term, cannot easily refuse Jenkinson’s request.
Some of the foundation’s money, which had been well managed for that purpose, was now set to flow into the Orc community.
He finally decided to take care of the sick sheep that had been neglected beyond the fence of the ranch.
Before another dangerous agitator appears to deceive them.
“We can’t just take over the existing schools and relief supply chains. We have to pour in several times the amount. So that people won’t say that the old days were better.”
Red Star’s reputation among the Orcs has already fallen, but there are also poor humans who do not feel much antipathy. Memories tend to be embellished, and those who miss Red Star will appear. There was no guarantee that a second Red Star would not appear, exploiting such psychological gaps.
“all right.”
Jenkinson turns the page.
“What about Kim Kwang-woo’s companies?”
They drove out Red Star and became the leaders of the slums, enjoyed a three-day reign, and then withdrew.
A video that appears to have been filmed before Kim Gwang-woo died has been circulated. The old orc is confessing his guilt with a haggard face. The content of the will recorded in the video shocked many.
What shocked the public was not his admission that the legitimate companies he ran were money laundering for the orc gangs.
Because anyone who knows anything about this already knows this.
People were shocked that the footage was being distributed freely without any interference from government officials who had been feeding the gang money.
Of course, the dragon’s breath was at work behind this.
The police, who had been turning a blind eye to the orc gangs at the behest of the Red Dragon, who no longer felt the need for them, began investigating, arresting the front company executives one by one and destroying the corporations.
The orc gang, now deprived of its money, is slowly disintegrating.
“The corporate reorganization is almost complete, but the fate of the orcs who were part of the gang is a problem.”
There was no way they could all be put in jail, and Jenkinson’s private security firm had its limits on how much they could hire.
Most orcs whose sins so far have been neither too heavy nor too light.
Jenkinson was troubled by how to deal with them, who were the de facto heads of each household in the slums.
“There’s no clear answer for this part right now. Let’s take some time to think about it.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
“And… what’s the one more thing I asked you to do?”
Jenkinson pushes a report on the welfare foundation.
Then, with a stern face, Blair began to report on the progress of the investigation to find the spy.
***
Ha Eun-seong hates dragons.
Up until now, he had only encountered two dragons in person, but one of them had such a nasty personality and behavior that his perception of dragons became fixed as ‘disgusting’.
It was truly ironic that Ha Eun-seong was now trapped in the body of a dragon.
At first, I was embarrassed every time I looked in the mirror, but now I’m slowly getting used to it.
Specifically, I’ve adapted enough to the point where I can lie comfortably on my slime bed and freely manipulate the remote control without breaking it anymore.
=Ah, I saw this too.=
I press the remote control button while crunching the fried shin bones.
He had been locked up in Minjun’s secret room in the basement of his store for over a week. He had not even considered the option of escaping in a spirit state. He just quietly spent each day in the basement as Minjun had told him to.
The agent was not a slob, so he installed a TV here. It was even a smart TV. Thanks to this, Ha Eun-seong was able to binge-watch the 12-season American drama series on Netflix until the end.
While chewing on a bone, Ha Eun-seong evaluated the work he had just seen. The drama depicting the activities of a special police force comprised of people with supernatural powers was often praised for its hyper-realism that meticulously researched the magic and supernatural powers that exist in reality. Ha Eun-seong thought that, for something like that, the research on ghosts was really poor.
In particular, the scene where a ghost, the only witness to a murder, possesses an ordinary lawyer who is not a psychic and testifies in court for over 10 minutes was laughable.
=Oh, me. What kind of ghost in the world possesses a normal person for over 10 minutes?=
Immediately after he uttered those words that sounded like a monologue, Ha Eun-seong realized the contradiction in his words.
Oh, that’s me.
=Hmm.=
A week had passed since he had taken over a body that was not even a medium, using the power of Dalant, but there was no rejection. Ha Eun-seong was afraid that if he continued like this, he would end up like Ji Seon-gyeong. He had no desire to live in this disgusting dragon body for a long time.
Contrary to popular belief, not all ghosts desire resurrection. When they die, they lose their appetite, sex drive, and desire to sleep, so their desire to see more interesting things, to find emotional stability, and to maintain their spirit form so that they do not disappear are more important than their desire to move their bodies.
Ha Eun-seong hesitated and then spoke to his inner self.
=Hey, sir?=
Ha Eun-seong called the spirit of the dragon that shared his body.
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There’s still a lot of time left until the deadline Minjun mentioned, but I was wondering if he might recover quickly.
=Sir. Are you awake? Sir!=
He said that if his body had grown to this extent, he would be at least over 50 years old. From Ha Eun-seong’s perspective, he is an old man.
The dragon, who was middle-aged by human standards but pale by the standards of his kind, still hadn’t woken up and, of course, didn’t respond.
Ha Eun-seong gave up.
=Ah, I don’t know. I guess it’s okay.=
There didn’t seem to be any need to worry too much. At least there were no signs of being trapped in the body like Ji Seon-gyeong had been.
This is because Ha Eun-seong still has no access to the dragon’s memories stored in this body.
=You can rest assured unless memories you’ve never experienced before suddenly come to mind.=
Since the safety and livelihood of my younger siblings are guaranteed through a legal transaction, I have nothing else to worry about.
Thinking like that, Ha Eun-seong started moving the remote control and selecting the next video.
One reality show caught my eye. It was an observational entertainment show that filmed what happened after young orc men and women who had entered the mating season were forced into a luxurious resort. There were fights to steal partners, hot love affairs that were oblivious to the cameras, and even beautiful men and women from other races who suddenly appeared in the middle of the season and upset the order of things.
Even just watching the trailer, it seemed fun. Ha Eun-seong played the first episode. And soon, he completely forgot all his worries from a moment ago and became absorbed in it.
***
Minjun had no choice but to admit it. Before he lost his memories, he must have slaughtered and sold dragons.
Still, it couldn’t be helped that it was confusing.
He had knowledge of the matriarchal monarchy of the Shutan people. They formed such a culture about a thousand years ago. That means that Minjun was still active a thousand years ago.
But Minjun also had memories from before history began. How old could these memories be? Since there are no records to use as a standard, it is impossible to estimate the time.
This raises another question.
How long has he existed?
‘The times are not right···.’
While I was thinking like that, I heard someone knocking on the door.
He said, turning his head.
“Come in.”
The door opens and a young man wearing sunglasses sticks his head out. He asks cautiously.
“Excuse me, are you Agent Ye Min-jun···?”
“That’s right. Please sit here.”
The vaguely pointed ears that stick out catch the eye.
Half-elf.
This is the client I made an appointment to meet today.
Minjun usually doesn’t accept requests from outside the office, but there are exceptions. The requester is an acquaintance of his or the request comes through an acquaintance. The previous Oh Mansik also ended in tragedy, but if he had formally requested a request, he would have pretended not to be able to resist and accepted it.
He’s someone who’s kept in touch with connections from decades ago, so if the person who asked for a favor was his current co-worker, Cathy, then that was enough reason not to immediately reject it.
And to elaborate, it was also because Minjun had quite a bit of free time these days.
The goblin DNA collection is being carried out by Chan Jenkinson, who fished out the data from Changcheon, and the magic circle for extracting talent is being made by the research team under Goryong according to the blueprint that Minjun handed over. Of course, in terms of machines, it is just a piece of parts, and they did not even know what they were making. It was Minjun’s job to put it together later.
In any case, it is true that there is nothing to do until the parts subcontracted to them are completed.
He looked at his opponent intently. He thought back to the story of Cathy introducing her client.
‘They said we were childhood friends who went to kindergarten together···.’
After accepting, I received a phone call that allowed me to learn more about the client.
The man sitting across from him now is the successor to one of Korea’s seven largest conglomerates… no, now that Changcheon is dead, it can be called the sixth largest conglomerate.
Edward Mitchum.
As expected of an elf, he was the eldest son of a family that kept the name he received in the United States even after naturalizing as a Korean citizen.
‘What on earth did a young master of such a family come all the way here to ask for?’
Edward hesitates to take off his sunglasses as if to show his respect.
Minjun said, understanding the meaning of that action.
“I’m not interested in men. So feel free to take your clothes off.”
“all right.”
Only after a conversation that was enough to cause misunderstandings just by hearing the voice did the client take off his sunglasses.
Then, Minjun was met with the mysterious gaze of a vampire. Of course, the ‘charm’ effect did not work on him at all. Even if Edward were a woman, it would have been the same.
“What would you like to request?”
Then the half-elf said:
Completely different from the hesitant look when he came in, it contained clear intention and meaning.
As soon as Minjun heard it, he started to consider kicking this young master out of the office, saying that it was a favor from an acquaintance or something.
“Let me get straight to the point. I want you to find and kill the alien I name and the children she has conceived.”
< 67. Dragon Lover, Dragon Hater, Dragon Slayer (1) > End
