“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Gyeon Jioh stared straight at Choi Dawit.
“If there’s a reason, at least give me the gist. If I hear it, I might change my mind.”
“……Uh, well.”
“From the look of things, this isn’t some ordinary rush job.”
Ever since their first meeting, Choi Dawit had never volunteered a word.
Aside from roundabout, primitive (brute-force) approaches—like pushing guild recruitment, or showing up with food—she had nothing.
Honestly, she really was…… kind of an idiot.
‘How does she plan to survive in this world like this?’
Watching her was frustrating.
Jioh had seen all kinds of people come to ask him for favors.
Among them were righteous types who came head-on like Baek Dohyun, politicians who circled in from the periphery like Jang Ilhyun, and weaklings who grabbed his pant leg first like Yoon Gang-jae.
Choi Dawit fit none of those.
For…