“Uh, mmm……. So in the end, that’s what this all comes down to, huh?”
Back to Babylon.
After finally dragging himself up in the face of his guild members’ repeated pleas and tears, Guild Leader Gyeon Riok had returned.
Once they had heard the whole long-winded story that their runaway young guild leader had furiously launched into, Domi slapped a knee and summed it all up.
“I will never give you my Noona!”
Not to be outdone, Sa Sejong added,
“The siscon has once again sisconned.”
“That’s not it!”
Gyeon Riok stomped his foot with a thud.
“How can you be this fucking bad at understanding what people say? We’re all speaking the same Korean right now, aren’t we? Is what I’m saying really that hard to understand?”
“I don’t think we could understand it any better than this…….”
One of the guild members grumbled, only to snap their mouth shut when Gyeon Riok’s blazing gaze landed on them.
Suddenly exhausted, Sa Sejong scrubbed both hands over his dry face. His gaze kept drifting wistfully toward the piles of documents on the desk within arm’s reach.
‘There’s that much work piled up, and now I’m doing family counseling too…….’
No.
At this rate, overtime was inevitable.
They needed to solve this…