The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 158

Jenkinson’s secretary, Blair Campbell, defined herself as someone who would live without the law. 

The word had two meanings. Blair was confident that she would survive even if there were no laws to protect her rights in this world. That was because she was already under the fence of Jenkinson, who wielded super-legal powers. 

Conversely, it did not matter if there was no law to punish her. She was Blair because she was not one to act against universal morality and morality. 

Still, the elf was confused right now. This was because the future lay in an area where even Jenkinson, known as the strong shield, was not sure whether he would be safe. She also didn’t know if what she was about to say to the people in front of her was right on her line. 

She knew she would have to hide some of the truth. Nonetheless, Blair chose to obey her orders. Jenkinson was an elf with a thick wall of distrust, someone she managed to open her heart to and trust, so those who listened to Blair seemed as confused as she was. 

“That… There… That’s why…”

Dong-cheol, the goblin, muttered words that had become a lifelong habit in a dejected voice. “Boss… I’m sorry… Well, I didn’t understand…” 

He then looked at Lakefield as if to seek help. The old elf was deep in thought. Even though he witnessed an amazing scene with an employee yesterday, he had kept his mouth shut and hadn’t told anyone until now. 

“So, are you saying that the Jenkinson Company will hire all of these positions?” 

The secretary nodded. “That’s right. The president judges that that is the best way to protect you. Apart from external employment contracts, we will also draw up contracts with you personally. You may feel offended if I say this, but…” 

At this point, Blair tried to express it as calmly as possible. “Because you deserve to be recognized as something akin to the private property of the elder dragon Jenkinson.” 

After yesterday’s events, Jenkinson responded to an urgent call from the Commission District Representative. After the all-night interrogation, he returned with his ice-pale face and hurriedly gave several orders. 

One of them was to bring them together and make a proposal. Goryong realized what had happened at Minjun’s store belatedly. It was right that Minjun had summoned that darkness. However, the enemy he faced there was not the school of warlocks he had a grudge against. 

Tax Collection Command. It was the Council’s sharpest blade. Jenkinson was astonished to find out the inside story of the disappearance after Minjun, a prisoner, slaughtered them. He was amazed that his friend had the ability to do it, but he was even more appalled that he himself had done it. The committee has not been able to find Minjun’s whereabouts so far. 

What that fact meant was obvious. ‘Jailbreak.’ The word, Blair rolled it in her mouth quite awkwardly. She later found out the agent’s identity through Goryong’s confession. 

‘Prisoners directly managed by the committee.’ 

He didn’t even know such people existed, but that was the identity of the agent he had known for decades. He felt confused. 

‘Aliens… level-headed criminals!’ 

Her superiors were stepping up for the people around the escaped prisoner. It wouldn’t be illegal by itself, but…

‘No, is it really?’ 

She was ignorant of the Commission’s penal system. Dragons would memorize their specialty. Hiding her agitation under an elf-like mask, Blair continued to explain. “As the two people at the bookstore witnessed, there are people who are targeting Agent Ye Minjun. It seems that the agent has been hiding from them for a while. In the meantime, there is a risk that enemies may lay their hands on those around you. So, until he returns safely, the president is trying to protect you personally.” 

Even as she spoke, Blair questioned her. Their opponent was indeed the committee. But Jenkinson assured me. She said there was a reason for that. The recent commission had failed in its attempt to force a dragon without evidence, and Jenkinson, along with other lord candidates, was trying to publicize the case. 

They seemed to have decided that neutralizing the suspect would reveal the evidence. It was a method often used when the situation was ambiguous. However, the dragon survived, and they ended up trying to beat the Ammon Dragon without evidence. They failed. 

As a result, the Council was left with a political burden on Earth’s Balaur. It was an explanation that could not easily be understood from Blair’s point of view, having only heard this summary. He couldn’t understand what evidence or allegation he was talking about. 

However, they quietly looked at each other without showing any expression. Among them, Lakefield’s pupils were fluctuating especially greatly. Then, Cathy, who was silent, spoke. “What about Mr. Jeongpal? And what about Eun-seong?” 

She was stating people that were not here. Blair answered as if it had been guessed. “Candidate Park Jeong-pal will not be able to sign an explicit employment contract because of his current position, but he intends to protect it with a behind-the-scenes contract. And Ha Eun-seong is relatively safe. However, the two of them also intend to move their residences.” 

From there, Cathy asked, “By any chance, Chairman, do you think there is something you can guess? Where is Mr. Minjun now?” 

At this, Blair shook his head. There was no cover-up this time. “They say they don’t know.” 

*** 

He found himself waking up from a nightmare. He felt a little dizzy. 

Wheein! A breeze gently tickled his forehead. There came the cry and song of wild beasts, the sound of tree branches rustling leaves. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, and the appropriate moisture enveloped the skin. He raised his upper body and sat down. 

It was the time when the sun and moon coexisted. The mountain peaks bathed in the falling sunlight were ablaze with gold. The sense of perceiving all this was wide and free. It was free. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

‘Something, I think I had a long dream.’ 

From there, he rose from his seat. He shook off the grass and water from his ass, and he thought about the dream he had just had. He mainly recalled the emotions he felt rather than the exact narrative. A sense of unfreedom as if suppressed, anger, frustration, resentment… and a commitment to revenge. 

From there, the song of the forest ceased. He stopped rummaging and lifted his head. Thus ensued a stifling painting unfolding in the sky where purple and vermilion were roughly brushed. Black s were flying in groups. densely like a flock of birds. 

‘I’m back now.’ 

His nap was quite long. Life in the city was unimaginable. He was confident that living here now suited him better than the complex city center. There were some people who considered it as a piece of primitive times beyond the uncomfortable countryside level, but those who said that did not know the beauty of rural life in the first place. They, he thought, were the kind of country people who didn’t know style and leisure. 

‘I was a bit late today, right?’

It meant that they had to fly farther than usual to find food. Perhaps he should move the barn to another continent next month. As he and his livestock vacated these lands, the years would pass, and the number of beasts to feed them would grow again. It was a process that had been repeated countless times. according to the teachings of the master. 

Quarre! Whether it was close enough, the signs of the livestock tickled his ears. It was a group of dragons that filled the sky. 

Quarrara! The winged guys descend one by one in a graceful curve. Then, it landed at the entrance of the barn, which was filled with holes like a beehive. The process was smooth and no one ever went wrong with their house. 

The flight paths did not intertwine or collide with each other. It drew a complex trajectory, performing magic-like acrobatics without brushing a single scale. It was a scene that was not very impressive to those who saw it every day, but it was also a scene that aroused admiration for those who were to see it for the first time. The guys returning to the barn now were relatively obedient, smart, and capable enough to find food relatively close. 

 Soon, he was noticed. Quara!

The dragon’s howl intensified. It was the time for their return. As the time went by, unlike the perfect flight of the colony just before, the balance of the flock began to break. The guys who flew from the outskirts of the formation kept breaking away and showing signs of leaking to the wrong place. 

Quarre! Kwareung! 

A distinctly sharp cry rang out. A dragon flew in a golden meteor-like trajectory. The guy raced through the sky at a speed that far exceeded that of any other entity. The dragon, which looked like a golden arrow, managed to keep the ranks from collapsing by traversing the front and left, and right of the group like lightning. 

One could tell that this individual played an important role. He managed the dragon swarm so that it did not lose its direction, monitored its safe return home, and threatened any rebellious ones with bites and growls to send them back to their places. And so, after returning to the barn to the last remaining dragon… 

Whoa! Instead of entering the barn like the others, the golden-scaled dragon roamed the air several times. It was about looking for something. 

“…!” The moment the dragon’s eyes captured a point on the ground. 

A sudden acrobatic fall began. It was similar to the movement of a hawk snatching prey. Unrealistically fast and drastic turns. He watched as the golden stain nailed to the sky grew in size in an instant. 

From there, he closed his eyes in preparation for what would happen in a moment. 

Whoops! There then came a huge wind pressure. The golden dragon, infinitely closer to the land, brushed against it with one cheek floating on the grass. Fallen leaves and dry grass hit his face creating a storm. His hair fluttered like crazy. 

Thud! The sound of the dragon stepping could be heard. Thud! Thud! Thud! 

After confirming that the wind had completely stopped, he opened his eyes, only to see a dragon galloping from the front. There was something resembling fireworks in the eyes. 

“Adkiel!” he called it by name. 

Quarrara! The dragon responded with an expression full of enthusiasm. He strained and strained his body. Thud!

“Hey, hey! okay! okay! calm down!” He collapsed on his back to the floor. The gold dragon twice his height laid on him and frantically licked his face with his tongue. 

Kreung! Kreurreung! Finally, after fussing for a while, he fell off. Then it made a fuss in a different way. It flapped its wings and shook its neck restlessly. He read Adkiel’s expression as he wiped the spittle from his cheek. Today, the dragons were unusually late coming home. The dragon’s face was filled with longing. It was past meal time. 

*** 

During the day, they were free to kill and eat animals, but in the evening, all dragons ate the food prepared by the rancher. With a few gestures in the air, he had already entered the barn and fed the waiting livestock. A bowl full of it also appeared in front of Adkiel. He laughed as he watched the gold dragon defeat it with a fierce and aggressive attitude. Was it that delicious?

The recipe of the late master boasted excellent palatability. Recalling the old man’s face, he was silent for a moment. This planet was originally the teacher’s ranch. After he died, he inherited it. 

Although the lifespan of his own people was gradually getting longer, there was no other person who had enjoyed a long life like his teacher. Nevertheless, whenever he thought of his teacher, he felt a subtle sadness. 

Would that day ever come? He, who inherited a noble position according to the apprenticeship system, would also walk a long life similar to his teacher. He got out of his thoughts and put several screens in the air. 

Following his teachings, he opposed the factory farming system and ran traditional radial farms, but he didn’t have to give up all the conveniences. The system connected to his mind checked the inside of the barn. He frowned. 

‘Isn’t one empty?’ he muttered in a voice. “Hey, boy. What are you going to do with this? You dropped one.” 

Adkiel, who had been busy eating for a while, raised his head. Then, he giggled. From there, the dragon’s large clear eyes reflect its owner like a mirror. 

He snorted when he saw it. ‘You bastard, you must have understood me now. They look like people at times like this.” 

He checked the identification number of the dragon that had not returned to the barn. Kois-Ager-Ager-Azel-Halekiah-Lubray-Kois…

“Okay, when you’re done eating, let’s go catch this guy.” 

“Kreung!” 

He began to murmur as he climbed onto Adkiel’s back. He felt worried about the fallen dragon. It would be a big deal if that guy wandered around alone in the wrong place and got bitten by something like a Kavite.