Chapter 127
Choi Jihun
I'm so tired.
I don't know how many hours Lina and I have been sitting here, but it feels like days. Everyone—and I mean everyone—has come to pay their respects, bow three times, and shove a gift box into the mountain growing beside me.
At least Lina just has to sit there, quiet and graceful, veiled and perfect. Me? My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and I'm fairly certain my jaw is going to lock if I keep bowing back at this pace.
On the bright side… I glance at the growing pile on my side. Mana stones gleaming in every color, artifacts wrapped in silk, spell books bound with wards strong enough to hum in the air, even weapons forged with inscriptions I've never seen before. Nobody wants to look cheap at the Flowing Dragon Guild's first major event, so they're practically bankrupting themselves to make an impression.
I'm genuinely getting richer by the second.
And I don't mind.
