“I liked the Honey Jar I saw last time.”
“Honey Jar? You mean the one that blooms into round flowers filled with honey… right?”
“Yes, that’s correct. I heard the seeds are difficult to germinate, so they only sell seedlings.”
“Is there anything else you want?”
“Since I use salt often, I would like a Rock-Salt Tree if possible.”
“A Rock-Salt Tree. That was in the last catalog. Anything else you need?”
“That will be enough. Thank you for helping me.”
“I’m the one who should be grateful.”
After all, Yoo Seongwoon was bargaining for a guarantee of his life inside this abnormal dungeon.
‘I’m profiting far too much from this deal.’
Yoo Seongwoon was a typical Hunter of the modern age, one who treasured his health and life. Being swept along by capitalist society only to die during a mission was an ending he truly could not accept.
‘It almost feels wrong to conclude a bargain like this….’
He gauged the Portrait’s mood.
“……”
“Is there a problem?”
“…No, there isn’t.”
It was something every Gardener had to remind themselves of constantly: human standards were meaningless to beings of the Source.
If someone borrowed three items and agreed to repay four, then repaid five instead, a being of the Source would become angry. Even if humans could not understand, Yoo Seongwoon knew well that accommodating their preferences was the path to a long life.
“Then let’s end our bargain…