It was as Minchan had predicted. Woojin had already returned to Alandal.

It had taken him less than five minutes to travel from London to Seoul, to the dungeon that may turn into civilization’s last bulwark. 

“I came here to fulfill my promise.”

Blanka puffed out his chest as he entered the president's office and stood in front of Woojin.

Minchan and Seunghoon had entered together with Blanka, so Woojin asked them a question.

“Why are you guys coming in together?”

“We met him at the entrance.”

“Hmm. Everyone take a seat.”

The group sat on the sofa across from Woojin. A secretary brought in tea.

In recent days, the number of people visiting Alandal had increased significantly. The safest place in Seoul was now next to Seoul Station, the private lands of Alandal.

Even though there wasn't any public recruitment, people and beggars came in droves to ask about jobs at the guild. It seemed Blanka had been mistaken for a foreigner looking for work and had thus been stopped at the gate.

“Why were you so late?”

“The guard at the entrance prevented me from getting here faster. It was a sad situation.”

Being treated as a foreign laborer had soured Blanka’s opinion of Korea. Woojin smirked as he looked at Blanka.

“I bet you are lying. You probably didn't want to leave India.”

“N-no way. I wanted to come here.”

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