“Um, what happened?”

Rachel whispered. I looked back at Heuk Jeon and his crew following us without answering her. I said I would let him off even if he didn’t kowtow, but he decided to follow me like an attendant.

“Who knows?”

“…”

Rachel seemed suspicious of my vague reply.

“Well, like I said before. I trade stocks on the side. That’s it.”

“Stocks?”

It wasn’t easy to come up with a good explanation. After all, I didn’t want to seem related to djinns.

“Yes, I gave one of my clients a valuable piece of information. That client just happened to be extremely influential around people like them.”

“Eh? Then is your client also a djinn?”

“No. It’s all about money. That’s why they’re here too.”

I wasn’t lying. Boss was a money-loving fool. Well, maybe calling her a fool was too harsh. She only focused on money while the Chameleon Troupe was relatively free, but would undoubtedly show why she was called the Yaksha once they became involved in the main story.

“…”

Rachel didn’t seem to completely believe me, but didn’t ask any further questions.

“Stocks… stocks…” she mumbled to herself until her eyes shot open.

“Ah, Ha-Hajin.”

“Yes?”

She called my name while stuttering.

“Then did you make a lot of profit with stocks?”

“Uh… my nickname is the Invisible Hand.”

Rachel’s cheeks flushed with anticipation when I said that. The English Royal Court guild was currently in a financial...