The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 139

After cutting off the magic communication, Minjun began to count the number of cases. What if they were to find the culprit who killed Rod? 

Kentius, whom he had brainwashed, would have the dragon heart, and an anti-committee thinker with a bounty of 770,000 talents had been brought over. It was an option that he wasn’t interested in because it didn’t seem very likely, but now he had gotten at least a small clue. 

He checked with Kentius again. “If the plan succeeds, Dragon Heart holds hands on your terms, right? Inais also agreed to that.” 

“Right. She interpreted Lord’s will conservatively. I think that in order to keep his will, even after someone inherits it, he should keep it as it is without splitting it. Considering various aspects, the heart decided to yield to me. Instead, I decided to let Inais keep a portion of my other legacy.” 

It was a story under the assumption that Kentius would find the culprit within 99 days. Minjun spoke as if he was surprised. “You’re still incubating eggs, so maternal love is still alive, right? Are you ready to give up the dragon heart that could be your child?” 

“It’s a choice I can’t help because I can’t move at will. And… he thought if I had to choose one anyway, I should have it.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s because I resemble Rod the most among the children.” 

Did Inais love Rod that much? To the point of obsessing over the afterimage of Kentius? “Among the heirs, the reason why I joined hands with me is because I am the eldest, but also because Rod’s genes are most clearly revealed. Inais’ child can’t hatch in 99 days anyway, so I can’t confirm it, so I’ll have to make an exception.” 

“Since he resembles Rod the most, he must be the most capable?” 

“In addition, this is also interpreted as maintaining the rod.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“As for why Rod had relationships with and had children with a bizarre number of women in his lifetime, she had a different interpretation than mine.” 

Kentius then commented that it looked like an experiment to produce offspring with as many appearances as possible. However, Inais, who was in a romantic relationship with Rod and had a child with him, had a different idea.

“She guessed. Rod actually wanted a child who expressed as many of his genes as possible. She said she intended to repeat the ‘try’ over and over again until a child who looked just like her was born.” 

“…Isn’t that an unpleasant speculation from Inais’ point of view? If that’s right, Lord is treating all of them as a test bed for the production of offspring with the specifications they want.” 

At this, Minjun tilted his head. There was something else that bothered him. “And it’s a male instinct to leave their genes behind, but dragons don’t really care what their offspring look like, do they? Dragons are bound to resemble their mothers a lot anyway.” 

“Rod was a very old dragon, even by pan-dimensional standards. He could hardly be caught up in an old-fashioned way of thinking. Anyway, Inais chose me as his partner for that reason. It means that I deserve it because I look alike the most.” 

“I don’t quite understand Inais’ thoughts, but… well, let’s just say that.” 

Minjun thought for a moment. Rod wanted a dragon that looked just like him and was covered in golden scales? Well, perhaps. But in nature, it was very difficult. For a hatchling to completely resemble her father… A creature suddenly passed through Minjun’s mind. 

‘I don’t know. What if the Auber spider ate the dragon’s testicles and gave birth to soldier spiders? If so, will a clone of the male dragon be born? Would it at least look the same? It must be a degraded version with a very short lifespan even at birth.’

Considering that mixed blood with the Dragon race cannot be born in the original state of nature, it was close to an impossible delusion. However··· 

‘By the way, don’t artificially created mutant hybrids already exist?’ 

However, deciding to think more deeply later, Minjun turned his head. 

“Kreur!” Bogor, who had lost his mind, was awake. Perhaps thanks to her monstrous body, she recovered faster than Halis Naim despite being attacked more severely. Minjun hinted at him as he stared blankly at him. 

The black dragon muttered in a dull tone. “I… fought against Kentius… lost… The inheritance was taken by Kentius… I give up… and run away…” 

Somehow, he thought that he had become more stupid than before, but Minjun didn’t pay much attention. Bogor, imprinted with a hint, cautiously bit Halis Naim on the nape of her neck like a mother cat carrying her kittens. Then, flapping its wings, it headed for the horizon. Minjun looked at his back and thought to himself. 

In the future, he would continue to cook food in a frying pan… No, he would cook it and ship it to him regularly. There was no reason not to do it because the effect was certain compared to the labor, effort, and resources invested.

Minjun then staggered and looked at the flying dragon. The setting sun was sinking on his back, hinting at the end of a long day. 

*** 

Minjun returned to New York with Kentius. The moment he reappeared, it was felt that the number of eyes following him had definitely decreased. The effect that Kentius had declared to those around him had appeared. 

Upon confirmation that the inheritance had passed to Kentius, he quickly gave up the heirs, not confident to engage in a confrontation with him. Although he was beaten by the mutant Bogor, Kentius was definitely a strong individual. 

Also, as long as the two of them moved together, they had no reason to touch Minjun and no guts. He went shopping once again before returning to his residence. Ha Eun-seong greeted Minjun, who returned sooner than expected, and Kentius, who stood behind him with enough groceries to distribute free meals to the homeless. 

“Ah, are you here?” 

“Pack your bags. I am going to Hong Kong today.” 

“·······?!” 

He had been treated like a servant, and there was no further explanation, but Ha Eun-seong thought so. 

Debt was the enemy. While he was packing up, Minjun stood in front of the kitchen. Then, he began to pour all the ingredients you bought and start cooking. Of course, it was for Kentius. For the time being, Minjun intended to work with him to find clues about the culprit who killed Rod. 

And so, he needed to keep the effect of suggestion as long as possible. To do so, he planned to fill his stomach tightly in advance. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

The sincerity of the first feeding has already disappeared. Minjun served it after roughly roasting it just enough for the effect of suggestion to permeate. The visual was messy, but Kentius savored the taste with a very satisfied expression. 

“Mmmmm! Great too. You really are the best chef in the dimension world.” 

Ha Eun-seong looked at it with a tired expression. It is a cooking utensil that he once sent feelings close to worship. He even missed the food made from it. If you can definitely enjoy the promised happiness, even if it was artificially manipulated, it was considered meaningful. But now, looking at Kentius as a third person, from someone else’s point of view… 

‘I don’t want to eat.’ 

He felt his thoughts change. His sense of smell seduced him, but Ha Eun-seong tried to turn his head away from him. In addition to this, he packed his suitcase. He was afraid to ask what Minjun was planning to do next with that dragon. Although it was terrifying, he had no sympathy for the dragon. because it’s a dragon Dragons are cheap even if they get hit. 

“Hmm.” While Kentius felt extreme happiness and Ha Eun-seong felt chills and bitter feelings, Minjun finally immersed himself in the work he had been putting off. In his hand was a metal cube from a private safe. 

Now was the time to research this. Minjun sighed while examining the subspace item.

‘How hard have you been? No matter how old dragons are… they must have had quite a bit of trouble?’ 

It was such an elaborate, complicated, and tightly sealed item. If you were like an ordinary wizard, you wouldn’t have been able to even open your mind, or it would look for a moderate way and eventually give up and smash it to pieces. 

However, Minjun was confident. This was because he was no ordinary wizard. He took a look at the soul transfer magic circle created by Carbite and knew how it worked. 

‘That’s about it.’ 

Minjun leisurely looked at the structure and started to find a way to open the cube by stimulating it with magical power. And exactly fifteen minutes later, Minjun was seized with the urge to smash it into pieces. 

*** 

‘No, Lord this gentleman… What on earth was he thinking when he made this?!’ 

Minjun felt his anger rising. At the same time, he revised his evaluation of the cube in his hand.

‘It’s sophisticated. But… it was elaborately configured in a very malicious direction.’ 

To compare it to a physical structure, there was a lock that locked it, but a key that fit it could not be manufactured. This was because the lock keyhole was welded and melted. In addition, if one were to give up on making a key and attempt to destroy it from the outside to forcibly open it, the contents were sent directly to the Abyss. virtually never to be found again. 

Minjun groaned. ‘Even though I fully grasped the structure, I made it impossible to use my hands.’ 

Did Rod give Minjun a present he couldn’t even open? Not so. The key to break through the crushed lock and open the cube was a property recognized by everyone in the world and shared by everyone, and at the same time no one could hold it in their hands. Minjun then revealed the identity of the key. 

“An hour.” He muttered. “Isn’t this some kind of ticking time bomb?” 

Although it was a bomb, it was not intended to harm the owner. The magic bomb embedded in this cube would, when the time came, shatter the outer shell and safely expose its contents to the outside. Minjun understood Rod’s intention like this. 

He was lost in thought for a moment. “Well?!” 

He sensed something and raised his head. After he returned to New York, many of the eyes following him disappeared, but not all of them disappeared. Even after Kentius made that announcement, one of the gazes that followed him was boldly heading towards this place. ‘So openly?’ 

At this, Minjun got up and opened the front door. The opponent was not the dragon himself, but felt like a member of his household. He didn’t even feel the enemy’s intention to attack this side right away. 

Minjun opened the door after Kentius, who had fallen in love with food in the kitchen, passed by. “What?” 

Standing in front of him was an Asian man in a suit. “Good evening, agent.”

Say hello politely. It was English with a hard British accent. He bowed his head and took the envelope from his bosom, giving it to Minjun. 

“…” Minjun casually tore off the high-quality silk envelope. His eyebrows twitched as he saw the contents. Then the man in the suit said. “The person I serve has invited you two. By now, you’d expect your business here to be finished. Please respond to the invitation. My master is eagerly awaiting the day when he will serve you both.” 

Then, without hearing an answer, he lowered his head again and disappeared. Minjun didn’t catch him. Instead, he went to Kentius with the letter in his hand. “Hey.” 

“What’s up?” The dragon, absorbed in the pleasures of the panorama of taste, raises his head with his mouth full of food. 

“I just got an invitation. The recipients are you and me.” 

“How (where)?” Minjun said in a sharp voice.

“Hong Kong.” 

“·······?!” 

The two of them were on their way to Hong Kong. To find clues about the culprit who killed Rod there. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that they were invited at this time. Moreover, the person who sent this invitation… 

Minjun read the signature left at the end of the letter. Among the dragons that have settled down on Earth, the ancient dragons that dominate the political and business world often used their local style names externally instead of their real names. Representative examples were Jenkinson, who lived in the United States in the early days of immigration, and Changcheon, who did business in China for a long time. The name given for a similar reason was written there. Raymond Wong. 

Minjun smiled. This was fun. “Is this how it comes out?” 

He was the owner of Hong Kong and at the same time the old dragon whom Inais pointed out as the killer of Lord. The content of the invitation was simple. However, the agenda was not specifically specified. In Minjun’s head, imagination stretched out in various directions. 

“Anyway, this one is also a formidable bastard.”

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Kentius swallowed all the food in his mouth. “What are you going to do? Will you accept?” 

“This old dragon also ran for the next Dragon Lord. He’ll be busy collecting other dragon tickets and doing behind the scenes, but he won’t ask to see us for useless reasons.” 

Has Inais’ suspicion of him been leaked already? Minjun made a decision. “Okay, let’s meet again.” 

Whether he set a trap there and waited, whether he prepared an appeasement, or whether there was another reason he hadn’t guessed… It was worth figuring out its intentions. 

Meanwhile, Ha Eun-seong sighed as he listened to their conversation. He had never seen another person in his life so often and deeply entangled with a dragon as his creditor. Horrible monsters that ordinary people might encounter only once in their lifetime. Along with debentures and guarantees, they were considered one of the three fears of modern people.

The ghost then muttered inwardly. ‘Has that nobleman lost enemies with a dragon in his previous life?’ 

Couldn’t he have been enslaved by a vicious dragon in the distant past? Thinking so, Ha Eun-seong called. He also needed to contact Cathy, whom Minjun sent to Hong Kong on a separate mission. It was the right time to move quickly to satisfy creditors.