“…Deal?” Baek Gyeo-Ul repeated, his expression changing slightly when Chang-Sun mentioned the word. His burn marks—no, his half-spirit curse—made his expression unreadable, but his trembling voice made it clear that he was shocked.0

“Yes, a deal. It seems you’ve investigated the Jigwi in your own way. Am I right?” Chang-Sun asked.0

“Yes…?” Gyeo-Ul cautiously answered.0

“Lend me your knowledge—no, not just that, I hope you can cooperate with me in killing the Jigwi,” Chang-Sun said confidently. He was sure that Gyeo-Ul had not merely investigated the Jigwi.0

‘Gyeo-Ul would have investigated everything about the Jigwi, and maybe even learned something I haven’t figured out,’ he thought.  0

Unlike Chang-Sun, Gyeo-Ul had to have staked his very life on curing his curse. As he had been born a half-spirit, he no doubt had various methods of obtaining information. Thus, it was highly likely that Gyeo-Ul knew things about the Jigwi’s habits that even Chang-Sun had been unable to confirm. After all, Gyeo-Ul had found the Jigwi’s nest with a completely different method, even though he was severely lacking in Skills compared to Chang-Sun.0

“…How can I trust you?” Gyeo-Ul asked warily.0

“Would demonstrating it right here and now suffice?” Chang-Sun replied, reaching out with a hand.0

“What?” Gyeo-Ul exclaimed in surprise.0

“Give me your hand,” Chang-Sun said, waving his hand up and down.0

For a moment, Gyeo-Ul hesitated, wondering whether it was alright to be swayed by Chang-Sun that way even though he had zero trust in Chang-Sun.0

Chang-Sun thought it was natural for Gyeo-Ul to react that way, as he had an idea of what kind of life the other man had lived until now, but he had no time to persuade Gyeo-Ul gently.0

“It doesn’t matter if you trust me or not, does it?” Chang-Sun nonchalantly added, making Gyeo-Ul bite his lower lip....0