Call Me a Smooth Talker

“Already gone? There? Ah, good grief…….”

The next day.

Thanks to Yul’s family, who had come to Sodamchon after such a long absence, Village Chief No Jinmu ate delicious food and drank his fill until late at night, then ended up sleeping in.

The first thing that came to mind when he opened his eyes was the conversation he had shared with Yeo Un-hwi the day before.

The man who clearly looked like a bodyguard had said he was a smooth talker and would try to persuade the people demanding food from the village.

So, as soon as he woke up, he had rushed to Yeo Un-hwi to tell him it would be better not to try it, but he was already too late.

That fellow called a bodyguard had already set out with one of the village men.

It had been a mistake. He should have said absolutely not, but once that blasted alcohol had gotten into him, wondering if it might work had seemed tempting—and that was the problem.

“Hey, Teacher Yeo. Shouldn’t we hurry over and stop him, even now?”

Unlike the anxious village chief, Yeo Un-hwi, Paeng Seo-yeon, and the bodyguard who had been listening nearby all looked perfectly relaxed...