A man was bickering with the woman he was interested in.
Even the faint smile she wore was a look she had never shown him.
From Go Dam-seo’s perspective, watching them from afar, there was no way he could like Sa Cheon.
So, Go Dam-seo tried to threaten him, partly to crush his spirit.
As expected, perhaps because he was so tense, he showed no reaction.
Instead, Dam Ye-rin jumped up from her seat and raised her voice.
“What are you doing right now?!”
At Dam Ye-rin’s fierce reaction, Go Dam-seo sheathed his sword.
“I apologize if I was being rude.
It was a joke.
Haha.”
“A joke?
You point a sword at someone’s neck and call it a joke?”
Dam Ye-rin disliked his arrogant attitude and rudeness toward others from the very first time she saw him.
With some unknown confidence, he kept clinging to her and even tried to grope her despite her saying she hated it.
Still, she had tried to endure it.
In her current situation, where her life was being threatened by her half-brother, making more enemies was dangerous.
However, his actions truly crossed the line just now.
Furthermore, the target was Sa Cheon.
Even though she bickered with Sa Cheon, he was still the benefactor who had saved her life.
From Dam Ye-rin’s standpoint, it was not something she could just let slide.
“Apologize properly, right now.”
Dam Ye-rin pushed him further.
At that, Go Dam-seo took twenty taels (East Asian measurements unit, a tael is around 37.8g) of silver from his chest this time and placed them on the table in front of where Sa Cheon was sitting.
“I am sorry if I was rude.
This is a token of my apology.
Twenty taels of silver isn’t a bad deal as an apology for rudeness, is it?
Haha.”
When Dam Ye-rin did not calm down, Go Dam-seo tried to buy off the Party involved, Sa Cheon, with money.
“…”
Dam Ye-rin seemed displeased with his actions and tried to say something more.
But when Sa Cheon picked up the silver with his hand, she could not say another word.
‘I knew it.
Beggar.’
Go Dam-seo sneered inwardly and opened his mouth again.
“Lady, it is nothing serious, you see…”
“I will gladly accept the twenty taels of silver.
But isn’t twenty taels of silver too little for the price of your life?”
The quiet Sa Cheon suddenly cut off his words and replied.
Dam Ye-rin’s eyes widened at Sa Cheon’s unexpected reaction.
“What?”
Go Dam-seo looked at Sa Cheon in disbelief.
“Drawing a sword against a martial artist means you have risked your life.
To pay off that life with twenty taels of silver, well, I suppose I’ll consider you a trivial fellow whose life is worth only twenty taels of silver.”
Go Dam-seo’s face crumpled at the reaction that differed from his expectations.
Twenty taels of silver was an amount of money an ordinary person would have to work several months to earn.