The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 40.1
“Our Saseong Guild offers the best welfare for healers in the industry. As for the annual salary, we have prepared a blank check for whatever amount you desire. If you wish, we can even build a dedicated center for you in Gangnam. What do you think?”
It was an offer no different from a deal with the devil, one that was difficult to refuse. However, before an answer could be returned, a chilling rupturing sound echoed through the lobby.
Crackle!
Even though Choi Jae-heon had not even flicked a finger, the business card made of premium materials that Lee Seo-woo had held out was crushed by an invisible force.
As if a giant hand were squeezing a sheet of paper, the business card instantly became an unrecognizable lump of trash and thudded to the floor.
Telekinesis.
It was Choi Jae-heon’s unique ability to control and destroy objects without physical contact.
“Get lost.”
It was a short, heavy sentence. The surrounding air sank weightily.
However, before Lee Seo-woo could even retreat, the lobby elevator doors opened, and a crowd of people in suits poured out in a swarm.
“I am a representative for Guild Leader Jeong Yeon-hwa of the Haetae Guild! Please, wait! Clear the way!”
Men of brawny build pushed through like bulls.
“You know our Guild Leader’s personality! If I don’t bring the S-class healer back, I’ll be facing my own funeral rites today! Please, let me at least see his face!”
“Guild Leader Park Seo-ri of the Pyeonghwa Guild personally ordered us to escort you! Healer, our guild is very peaceful, just like its name! We are different from those barbaric places that do nothing but fight!”
“The Baekho Guild is here too! We deal strictly in cold hard cash! A down payment of 10 billion! No, 20 billion!”
Scouters from the top guilds in South Korea swarmed like a horde of zombies. It took only a moment for the Management Bureau lobby to turn into a scene of absolute chaos.
The birth of an S-class healer. It was not merely a matter of recruiting talent, but a life or death issue for the guilds. The only reason the raids on certain S-class dungeons had been sluggish until now was the lack of healers. But with an S-class healer? The entire landscape of the South Korean Awakened industry would be overturned. His value could not be converted into mere money.
Amidst that chaotic gap, staff from the Phoenix Guild wearing red jackets were also mixed in. They were rushing forward with great momentum until they spotted their own Guild Leader, Hong Seo-yun, standing next to Ian with his arms crossed. They hit the brakes immediately.
“Eh? Guild Leader?”
Hong Seo-yun smirked leisurely and waved them off.
It was a silent signal that said, ‘You guys stay out of this.’ The quick witted Phoenix staff immediately bowed in greeting and slunk backward, disappearing into the crowd. The fact that their Guild Leader was here meant he was already connected to the S-class healer. There was no need to waste their energy.
But the other guilds were different. They struggled to shove at least one business card toward Ian, completely disregarding Choi Jae-heon’s murderous aura.
“Do not approach him! He is my younger brother.”
“Hyung’s brother is my brother too!”
One scouter suddenly bowed his head deeply and called Choi Jae-heon “Hyung.”
“If you come to our guild, we will give you the position of Vice Guild Leader!”
“We will provide helicopter support! We will let you commute by helicopter!”
Some guilds were making somewhat excessive proposals. As raised voices were exchanged, the situation rapidly approached a breaking point. At that moment, Ian, who had been quiet amidst the commotion, opened his mouth.
“Excuse me.”
It was not a loud voice, but strangely, it had the power to overwhelm the gathering. Instantly, silence fell over the lobby. Dozens of greedy gazes pierced into Ian all at once.
“I am… going with my brother.”
It was a small but firm declaration.
“Pardon?”
“I said I’m going to my brother’s guild. Stigma.”
Ian gripped Choi Jae-heon’s arm tightly. Blank checks? Buildings? Helicopters? It was all pointless. Rather than being subjected to political games and walking on eggshells among strangers, it was a hundred times better to hear nagging from his brother, who was family, even if his overprotectiveness was a bit severe. Of course, considering what happened recently, one might question if they were truly “family,” but he believed the bond of being raised together would not vanish.
Besides, with Vermouth laughing back there, if he went to another guild, that guild might end up physically destroyed.
“You heard him, right?”
The corners of Choi Jae-heon’s mouth turned up so high they practically reached his ears. He wrapped his arm around Ian’s shoulder for everyone to see and declared in a languid voice.
“My brother will be affiliated with Stigma. So, everyone, back off.”
His expression was overflowing with the composure of a victor. Choi Jae-heon’s eyes flashed as he unleashed his telekinesis.
Vroooooom—
The air vibrated. As if the bodies of the scouters blocking the path were being pushed by an invisible wall, they split open to both sides like a miracle of Moses.
“Ugh, aack!”
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