Re-Socialization of the Butchers (2)

Jo Mal-saeng is laughing beside me.

"As expected, our Jukheon is best suited to the Uijeongbu. I will remain in the Uijeongbu for the rest of my life, until the day I resign. And Jukheon can be my successor. Excellent. Very desirable indeed."

Just as Jo Mal-saeng said, I was transferred from Jeonhamsa, a junior fourth-rank subordinate office under the Ministry of Works, to the Uijeongbu.

When I was being transferred, Lord Jo Mal-saeng—who was something like my second- or third-ranked lifelong slave—asked about my wishes, saying that I ought to be promoted at an unprecedentedly rapid pace, but...

I refused.

What I want is to work for the people, not to end up like Hwang Hui, barely being permitted to retire after turning ninety amid utter political chaos.

My dream is to work right up until the retirement age, retire with dignity, and then spend my days leisurely touring Joseon as it continues to develop thanks to my efforts.

Where did they get off making such a cruel proposal to a poor college student—buying him tangsuyuk and then telling him to attend graduate school all the way through a postdoc?

'If I had accepted that proposal, my rank certainly would have changed overnight.'

Hwang Hui, who had been watching Jo Mal-saeng, clicked his tongue...