Chapter 42: Reward
After all, social life requires a certain amount of action.
For example, even if your boss cracks a trashy joke like, “Grandpa’s favorite money is grandma,” you should clutch your belly, roll around 720 degrees, and laugh hysterically.
And in my past life, I mastered that kind of action, earning the nickname “Great Laughingstock” at the company.
Despite that, I didn’t particularly show deference to Yi Jeok-sang, the Crown Prince of Muwangseong.
Instead, I consistently maintained a slightly cocky attitude.
The reason was simple.
He was the Crown Prince of the Muheung Dynasty, not the Guryong Dynasty.
Even if I tried to build connections with him, it would only be winning favor from someone ten thousand miles away.
If relations between the Guryong and Muheung Dynasties ever soured, I could be branded a traitor.
Above all.
‘He’s not someone you can get through to.’
Based on his experience with Lee Jeok-ha, he knew there was absolutely nothing to gain by fawning over those brothers.
It was more likely to earn their resentment.
Sure enough.
“What spirit.”
Lee Jeok-sang’s eyes gleamed as the corners of his mouth lifted.
It was like watching a scene straight out of a drama, the kind where someone says, ‘You’re the first to hit me.’
“I nearly died trying to save the Crown Prince’s younger brother.”
“I’ve heard. You risked your life fighting the Black Blooded Death God, didn’t you?”
“Who is that?”
“The nickname of the man who attacked Jeokha.”
