Necromancer Survival

extent that I may be accused of dismantling the mansion.

     Kim Olim mercilessly cut down the decorational ornaments; Jung Garam used his skills to check the gardens outside the mansion.
I took charge of the dressing room and attempted to find something suspicious, but ended up looking at Koo Kyungman’s several million won watches to my heart’s content.

     “There was a safe, but nothing useful in it.”

     “It seems he really came to Jeju island for vacation.
There’s nothing special…except that most of the art here are imitations.”

     “The garden’s also clean.”

      Like that, after investigating the insides and outsides of the mansion for two hours, we gathered in the third-floor living room again.

      I also raised my hands, “I found out nothing except that Koo Kyungman is dirty rich.”

      At the very least, Kim Olim had found a picture–Koo Kyungman and Park Hoseok fishing on a yacht–in a study on the first floor, but there was no conclusive evidence on those two’s relationship.

     However, since we didn’t have much time, we decided to write down a time and location behind that picture, and, along with the expensive brand name watch that Koo Kyungman liked to wear, packaged them to be sent to Park Hoseok.

Everything was feasible until this point.
The problem now, however, was sending these things to the spearman without going through a middleman.

     Every villa in this luxury village, including the one we’re using, had guards standing at the entrance.
The same was true of Park Hoseok’s villa.
Even if we left this package at the entrance, the security detail would find it first, and its contents would be exposed to others.
If Park Hoseok was found missing or his corpse was discovered, there was sure to be some guard’s testimony on the suspicious box and the picture containing the specified location and time.

     However, while we were searching for another method since sneaking and entering Park Hoseok’s villa seemed too difficult at the moment, Jung Garam suddenly raised his head and looked out the window.
“Oh, it looks like we won’t have to think about that?”

     “What?” Following the Assassin and looking out the window, I could see Park Hoseok exiting the main gate and entering a luxury sedan.
He left the villa in a chauffeur-driven car; perhaps he had an appointment?

     We exchanged glances and immediately ran down to the first floor.

     It was time to shadow him.

* * *

     We contacted Koo Hui-seo shortly afterwards, and he immediately sent us a driver.
He was a large, bulky man who looked more like a gangster than a chauffeur, but he didn’t engage in unnecessary conversation.
Furthermore, instead of a luxury sedan, he pulled up in an ordinary car.

     It was a common car that would be unnoticeable in a crowd except for the deep tints on its windows.
Though it took about 15 minutes, we were able to catch up with Park Hoseok without much difficulty, thanks to Jung Garam’s tracking skills.

Park Hoseok passed over the road to the downtown and entered a coastal path; after another 30 minutes, he got off in front of what seemed to be a cafe.
The driver escorted Park Hoseok in and then disappeared–perhaps to go and park the car?

      I searched the name of the cafe and found that it was a luxury restaurant that only accepted reservations.
“What should we do? Should we just go in?”

     “No, look there.” Kim Olim suddenly pointed in a direction.
I followed her hand with my eyes and found Park Hoseok approaching some people.

The people that Park Hoseok greeted so happily…was none other than miss sporty haircut and Mr.
green hair that we encountered at the airport today.
Surprised, I reflexively hid my head.
“Did they just meet up simply for a meal?”

     “It seems like it, judging from their expressions.
That restaurant doesn’t have the structure to support sensitive conversations either.”

     Though the three looked like dots on the horizon for me, Kim Olim answered as if she could clearly see their faces.
Blinking, I stared at Seo Dawon.
I wondered if we really needed to sit here and wait until they finished their meal.

     Then, watching them slowly disappear into the restaurant, Seo Dawon asked me to get out of the car.

     “Are we going in?”

     “No.
We should go to the parking lot.”

He said it’d be nice to leave a surprise gift in the car.

     It was only then I realized why we kept waiting, and hurriedly pressed my hat deeply over my head; I held the box containing our invitation snug in my arms.

TL: If I were Lee-kyung-ie, I’d be stealing so many of those watches and things to sell.