The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low

Uijae quickly accepted the ticket. If he met with student Gaeul, he’d be able to get all sorts of information. In truth, there were many things he wanted to ask. Just as Gaeul had shown him a fragment of a dream, and just like how she had entered the Memorial Dungeon without passing through the entrance—maybe he could go back into the dungeon too?

‘Then there’s no need to collect any magic stones.’

Had the excitement leaked into his movements? Jeong Bin let out a quiet chuckle.

"Since I got to know you, J… I think this is the first time I’ve seen you this happy. Makes it worth giving."

"……."

Uijae froze, halting the fingers that had been moving quickly and stiffening all the muscles in his body. Jeong Bin turned his head and covered his mouth, as if holding back a laugh, then gave a small cough and continued speaking.

"But do you know what this ticket is?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You do? Hm… Didn’t you skip the Artisan Fair? Where did you see it?"

Ah, crap!

The hand that had been fiddling with the ticket froze again. Right—he’d visited back then disguised as the Pado Guild leader’s secretary. But he had plenty of excuses prepared. Still holding the ticket, Uijae replied.

"…Hong Ye-seong was bragging about it. Said he made something like this."

Most problems could be solved by throwing in Hong Ye-seong or Mackerel. Somehow, it felt like he was getting better at lying every day. Uijae quietly ignored the guilt creeping up as he lifted his head. Jeong Bin gave a light nod and smiled.

"Ah, I see. Did he also tell you what role it plays?"

"I heard it’s a key to the space he created… something like that."

"That’s correct. Would you like to use it now?"