One day, a wolf came to visit_37
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"Let's get to the point. Hand over your wolf to me."
"I don't like it. It makes me quite uncomfortable to treat my lover like an object."
"This girl is really cheeky."
When the king stretches out his hand, Jeong-guk places a thick stick on top of his hand.
"If I don't get the answer I want, I have no choice but to resort to force."
"The king of a country may not be wise, but he is a tyrant who wields violence. The cries of the people can be heard from here."
The king, who had been quietly listening to my words, clenched the staff in his hand.
It hits me straight in the face.
I feel my lip split and bleeding from the impact.
"Conversation is meaningless."
He stands up from his seat and calls someone.
"Listen, lock this guy in the warehouse."
At his call, many people rush in.
"Never give him food. Oh, and when you're bored or angry, you can vent your anger on him. Of course, do whatever else you want with him."
He glances at me and smiles.
"The smell of blood attracts beasts.
If that is so, then he too is a beast and will come on his own feet."
He lets out a hearty laugh and then leaves the room.
Those who came to his call roughly grabbed me and dragged me somewhere.
That must be the warehouse the king was talking about.
"Get in quickly!"
My body is pushed as if a load is being thrown.
As expected, it was a cold and dark warehouse.
"My wife has been avoiding me lately and I've been getting annoyed... but now I have a nice doll."
Dirty stories are being told here and there.
"What should I beat him with so that he'll be known for being a good hitter?"
"Everyone, step back"
They turn around and get annoyed at the sudden voice.
"What the hell is this bitch giving orders?"
"Hehe, Mr. Janbul•••!"
It was a golden cup.
They are frightened by Geumjani's words and quickly run away.
Geum-jan enters the narrow warehouse and wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"When those guys come in, be as quiet as possible. I'll make sure you get enough food, so don't worry. Of course, I won't give you much. Don't resist if I hit you, or I'll just get even more aggressive."
Geum-jan speaks with rapid fire.
Her tone was cold, but her expression was filled with worry.
"I'm not even a fool, so I'm going to just sit there and take it? I can't do that."
Geumjan sighs deeply at my arrogant words.
"Yeah, that's how you're my friend."
Geumjan is about to leave the warehouse.
"Wait a minute! I have so many questions. You... that day..."
Geumjan is definitely dead.
I even confirmed that there was no pulse.
But why is the gold cup here?
"Forgetting is the greatest gift from God. Just forget everything and keep only your old memories with me."
Geum-jan closes the door tightly and goes out.
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