I knew Han Jiyul would agree. She was the type who couldn’t stand being indebted to anyone.
Now, I just had to decide what to ask for.
Asking for money felt wrong. This was Han Jiyul, yes, but she was still a minor. She couldn’t just throw around tens of millions of won.
[It’s simple. I need a weapon.]
After sending the message, I forwarded her the link for Cheong-ryong Mugi-go’s Cheon-ung.
Han Jiyul glanced at the link, then her eyes
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