The bald Kr*llin-lookalike novice monk went on a fact-spraying rampage.
Choi Dawit, who’d just been machine-gunned with spit from the front, and Gyeon Jioh, who’d been pretending to act sentimental while eavesdropping from a little distance—both went blank for a moment.
Jioh thought,
‘Did he just say Heta?’
Not some collapsing “Warruru Mansion,” but 〈Heta〉? Here?
No, how long has it even been since White Bird went into the Tower?
It hasn’t been a year or two—just a few weeks—and a perfectly fine guild is collapsing……?
‘Choi Dawit…… terrifying……!’
A walking Midas touch in reverse.
Even skimming the incident summary the novice spilled in just a few minutes, there wasn’t a single scheme Dawit hadn’t fallen for, from politicking to divide-and-conquer.
The kind of supreme patsy who, once she sits at a hwatu table, will end up selling not only her own deed but her third cousin’s in-laws’ deed, too!
Jioh…