Lenea flinched at Kim Yang’s words as she went outside, saying she was going to take out the recycling.
When the door closed, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew, I thought she was talking about this one.” “I’m glad you’re at least aware that you’re trash.” “Ahem ahem.”
After that, the conversation ran on parallel lines.
“No, from the company’s perspective, we can’t condone such a lie, you know?
We’d become accomplices!” “If a 20-year-old elf and a 1,901-year-old elf look the same, then isn’t she, in fact, a 20-year-old elf?!” “Esteemed Client, do you really want to get hit?
Are you determined to ruin someone’s company–!”
Clack.
“Boss, we have a customer.”
Kim Yang, who said she was going to take out the trash, came back with a customer.
Lenea and I immediately stopped our conversation and put on smiles.
For me, it was because he was a customer, and for Lenea, it was because he was a handsome customer.
“We find your miracle.
Welcome to Meracle.” “Hello.
I stopped by briefly yesterday, but they said the President wasn’t here, so I came back today.”
It was the man Kim Yang had mentioned at the pig trotters company dinner yesterday, the ‘Tower Inter-floor Guide’.
“Let’s head to the consultation room first.” “Oh, isn’t there already a client here?”
At the man pointing to her, Lenea shyly lowered her head.
“P-Please don’t talk to me like that.
I’m a fresh, twenty-year-old who just came out of the forest, so I can’t make eye contact with men very well.” “Huh?
Ah, I’m sorry!”
Ah, so that’s the concept?
This is truly the wisdom of age.
Just look at her changing her concept like a chameleon.
I thought she was a Lizardman, not an elf.
“Ignore her and come in.” “Oh my, if you speak so harshly, it hurts my heart.
Still just twenty years old.
I am easily hurt by harsh words, but I also have a strong will to overcome it righteously.”
The crazy bitch is building her portfolio.
As I let the customer into the consultation room first, I flipped her the middle finger behind my back, and Lenea immediately responded by raising her double middle fingers.
Click.
“Ahem, now.
Let’s start with some basic questions.” “Oh, I haven’t paid or registered for a membership yet, is that okay?”
I gave the naively asking man a capitalist smile.
“Don’t worry, you can have the consultation.
After trying one free matching, you can sign up if you feel it’s good.” “You’d go that far?” “Of course, for handsome men like you, esteemed client, we secretly slip in services like this.”
It wasn’t a joke, it was true.
Hunter Yi Kang-ho and Yu Mia received this kind of service too.
A matchmaking agency gets more customers when it has a lot of handsome men and beautiful women.
It was a service a 1,901-year-old grandmother couldn’t even dream of.
Holding the questionnaire and a pen, I began the interview.
“What is your name?” “It’s Yi Cheolsu.” “And your age?” “I’m 27 years old.” “Oh, you’re young.
For a 27-year-old man, you’ve come a bit early, but that’s a definite advantage in this market.”
[Appearance: A] was the assessment.
“I heard separately that you work as a guide.
Could I get the exact details?” “You know the people who come down from the 4th and 5th Floors to Seoul on the 3rd Floor?
I give those people a tour of Seoul.” “Hmm, what is your income approximately?” “I receive about 3 million won a month.”
Decent.
3 million won at 27 is plenty.
“Ah, but there’s also an incentive side.
For example, if my clients purchase products from affiliated companies, I get an extra cut.” “That’s good.
Do you have any savings?” “Actually, I have about 3.1 billion won in my bank account.” “Yes, 3.1 billion–.”
What?
“3.1 billion won?
Did you start working as a guide when you were 3 years old or something?”
His level of wealth is ridiculous.
To my flustered self, Yi Cheolsu confessed sheepishly.
“To be perfectly honest… my parents are very well off.
They own a few buildings in Gangnam.” “At this level, I’m not kidding, you could pick and choose anyone you want to meet.”
Someone who has no need to come to a matchmaking agency showed up.
At my reaction, Yi Cheolsu lowered his voice a little and leaned forward.
“To be frank, I have a certain preference.
I came here because I thought I could find a match at Meracle.” “A preference?
Ah, please tell me.
I have no prejudices whatsoever.”
The capitalist smile again.
I absolutely have to lock down this blue-chip stock client.
Reassured by my reaction, Yi Cheolsu relaxed and began to explain.
“W-Well, I’d like to meet someone from the 5th Floor.” “The 5th Floor, you mean ‘Old Murim’?
Ah, that’s understandable.
The ‘Old Murim’ side is especially conservative towards the opposite sex, so if you date once, it’s until marriage–.” “My preference is for Beastkin.” “Yes, Beastkin.
Well, that’s not a particularly strange preference.”
A preference for Beastkin is common in this world.
For women, it’s Cat, Rabbit, Fox.
For men, it’s Tiger, Ox, Wolf.
I was about to say that our own Kim Yang is a sheep beastkin–.
For a moment, I felt a sense of unease.
Yi Cheolsu’s expression didn’t change, but there was a faint sense of incongruity wafting from our conversation just now.
And this was exactly the part I call ‘having a good gut feeling for lies.’
In cases like this, I need to probe.
“Ahem, excuse me, Mr.
Yi Cheolsu.” “Yes?” “Please be honest with me.
Is it really enough if they are just a Beastkin?”
His eyes darted around as if he was at a loss for words.
The atmosphere felt like he was about to bolt.
I casually took out my phone and showed him the Pokatmon from ‘Pokatmonster’.
An answer sheet deduced from ‘Beastkin’.
“By any chance, is this the feeling you’re looking for?”
He understood with just a hint.
As soon as he got it, Yi Cheolsu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled brightly.
“Ah, yes!
That’s right!
That’s exactly the feeling!
A-As expected of Meracle!” “Haha, a preference like this isn’t strange at all.” “Ah, really?!
Right!
As expected!”
It is a strange preference, you bastard.
“If possible, on four legs–!”
Anyway, those who are suspiciously rich…