240 Daddy's too strong. Episode 239.

After thousands of years, you will be able to see the intentions of the other person's words clearly. If the other person's facial expression, the height of his voice, and the state of his breathing were very subtle, he could see his innermost thoughts with just that. Especially, the more stupid the opponent is.

"Raum, you must have been flirting with the king of the earth, right?"

Marmu seemed to keep his composure, but the reality was different.

A dying breath, a fine shivering lips, especially a seriously low-pitched voice.

As Baal's commander-in-chief Raum was removed from the ranking board, Murmou's ranking went up one notch. The rise in the ranking was something to be pleased to see, but Murmu was different.

"I didn't recognize the Earth's king the last time I went up to Earth."

The Wei Zhonggi slurped his tea and waited for Murmu's words to end.

About a month ago. Meeting Dojun when he went up to Earth to try something called chicken.

It was okay not to know, but I heard that it was quite difficult.

"So, speaking of which... ...I think I was a little mischievous with the king of the earth."

"Well."

He looked calm, but his eyes were shaking.

"How can I make up for it?"

"I don't think Chun-ma cares. If you've really been playing around, you won't be here. Don't worry. Even if the Heavenly Horse comes down to the heart, I don't think they'll kill you."

"Well, is that true?"

"Maybe."

in a situation where 'death' is at stake

The word "perhaps" sounds dangerous to the bone.

Murmou had his fists clenched, with a near-death figure, and the Wei Zhonggi closed his eyes.

"If it bothers you so much, go visit him in person and apologize politely. The truth always works."

***

The new year has dawned.

It's already been a few days since I walked on the calendar for 2020.

When I was in the midfield, I didn't put much meaning on changing the year or the season, but as I greet the New Year on Earth, I can't help but laugh. Although there is no big change in daily life especially due to the change of the year, it meant a lot to Dojun.

New Year's greetings to family members and other people around them, and they eat rice cake soup.

Time was bound to pass all the time, but every day on Earth was always a thankful time. Dojun slowly put down the newspaper he was reading and began to tie his tie in order to go to work. I was going to visit the office a little early because there was a little something to prepare for due to the business agreement between Hunter Management and Seoul City Hall.

Counseling?

Yes. I'd like to apologize to the King of the Earth, but please help me. Last time I came to Earth to eat chicken, I was a little bit mischievous with the Earth's king...

I hear a voice from the cart bar.

One was Kiriel's, and the other was a resident of Simgye, who had seen it once before. The man who introduced himself as Murmu was transcendental, and I remembered buying him chicken.

Yeah? Well, maybe this body can help.

Well, are you serious?

Tell me more about it. What kind of stupid thing you've done.

Dojun scratched his head and went to work.

The impression of Kiriel, who was listening to Murmu's story, was crumpled.

I've heard it a little bit, but it was worse than I imagined.

"I spoke informally."

"Uh."

"I patted him on the shoulder."

"Yes."

Kiriel knocked on the calculator. The color darkened. Marmu gulped down his saliva and waited for an answer.

"Based on the body's long life on Earth."

"...Results?"

"It's a death sentence."

Boom boom!

Surprised by the word "death penalty," Murmu fell back.

The plastic chair in the cart broke, creating a cloud of dust. At the moment, a feverish Hakase tried to say a word, but soon stopped and sighed. The price of plastic chairs is determined to be taken out of Kiriel's salary, and he continues to do what he is doing.

"But this body can save your life. You know? This body lasted six months on Earth. I'm pretty sure one of the guys in the world can hold on to it."

a gulp

In the world of hearts, Murmu was much older than Kiriel.

Besides, there was a clear difference in rankings, not to mention.

But, at this moment, to Murmou, Kiriel seemed a tremendous man.

It was a great thing to last six months on Earth.

"I respect you, from the bottom of my heart."

"Of course I will. I will respect you in the future. On Earth, this body is the senior. If you mess around with me for being a little successful in the world of Simgye, I'm afraid I won't have any soup. Okay?"

"Okay."

Kiriel said.

"This body thinks, it is important to be visible to the king of the earth before making an apology. By the way, you've already been marked as a cocky man for the Earth's king."

"Well, I can't."

"But it's not like there's no way."

"Oh, let me know! Please!"

"Okay. I'll bring you back to life."

"...renewal?"

"Yes. So-called, service."

In the past, Kieriel did not know what Dojun's job, "public official," meant, so he looked it up in the Korean dictionary. It was written in advance that a public official is a profession that contributes to the development of the country and society and serves for the people.

***

Kim Mi-na, who works at the Bangbae 3-dong Community Center, was a welfare official in her seventh year this year. She was in charge of supporting the welfare of the poor basic livelihood recipients and the elderly living alone. And the community service center was carrying out a volunteer work. However, while the business was struggling with fewer applicants, a man approached.

"I came to volunteer."

"......yes?"

He was a young and handsome young man who seemed to be in his early 20s.

The young man pointed to a sign that was placed in front of Kim Mi-na's desk called 'Volunteer Service Reception.' The young man was really much more handsome than the celebrity you'd only see on TV, said Kim Mi-na, who was momentarily mesmerized, smile.

"Oh, oh, you mean volunteer work?"

"Yes."

"Well, do you have any volunteer work experience?"

The young man nodded.

"This body is rumored to be the best at serving, even in the world of the heart. I was born for service."

"...uh, um, could you fill out the application form here first?"

I handed over an application for volunteer work.

Then, the young man made a V sign with his fingers.

"...yes?"

"Two pages. I came with a friend."

"Friend?"

"Yes. There."

Where the young man pointed his finger, another young man of similar age sat in the waiting room for civil complaints. By the way, the young man was also ridiculously handsome, so Kim Mi-na breathed her breath again into her heart.

'Woman, are you a celebrity? But I've never seen it..."

After a while.

Receive two application forms and examine them.

crooked handwriting It says 'Kiriel' and 'Murmoo' respectively.

I guess he's a foreigner.

"If I do this, do you give me a certificate of service?"

"Oh, yes. Please accept my volunteer hours."

"That's enough. I want to volunteer right now."

"Now?"

Kim Mi-na looked at the piled-up rice bag as it was full of welfare counseling rooms.

The rice was distributed by the state to pay the elderly living alone or basic livelihood recipients, but it was originally a principle to take it directly, but it was not being paid because there were many people who were unable to move.

***

ding dong

"Cough, Cough."

a small one-bedroom of more than five pyeong

Kim Bok-soon, who is over 80 years old this year, struggled to get up and open the front door. Then two young men were seen.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Mrs. Kim Bok-soon?"

"...Yes, it is."

Kiriel put his hand in the artifact pocket.

Then, a sack of rice weighing 20 kilograms came out and left in the room. a rice bag with the inscription Naraumi Only then did Kim Bok-soon realize that they were from the community center.

"Oh, I can go get it later..."

Although he said so, Kim Bok-soon was actually not confident of carrying a 20-kilogram sack of rice. Then, a cough burst at the moment, and Kim Bok-soon covered her mouth and coughed over and over again. At that moment, Marmu found Kim Bok-soon's palm mixed with blood.

"Human, are you sick?"

"I have a cold..."

Whoo!

Marmu developed a mana to check Kim Bok-soon's condition.

Kim Bok-soon said nothing, but her physical condition was a mess.

Take a ring out of an artifact pocket and give it to Kim Bok-soon.

"Eat this."

"...this?"

"It's made by solidifying the extract of Ingelon's heart. You'll recover your strength."

Kim Bok-soon swallowed the ventricle with water while wondering.

Then, like a lie, the cough stopped and the pain went away.

"Oh, my God.."

Kiriel checked the condition of the room.

Perhaps because it was a house where the elderly living alone who had difficulty moving around lived, it seemed that the cleaning was not done on time, so they cleaned it up. And there was some breakdown of home appliances such as refrigerators, microwave ovens, and rice cookers.

"Wait a minute."

Pod!

Kiriel picked up a broken home appliance and disappeared.

Surprised Kim Bok-soon opened her mouth wide and reappeared about 10 minutes later.

Then the old appliances were removed like new ones, and the broken parts were repaired.

Hakase was a cheeky lizard, but he was good at handling machines, so he left it to be repaired.

Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

While you're here, put rice in the rice cooker.

Kiriel showed off his skills at the cart bar and made various side dishes. Of course, I bought the ingredients with my own money.

"Is this also a service now?"

"No. We'll be done if we get the rice."

"Then why don't we go home next time?"

Kiriel hated being bothered.

That's why he tried to take care of everything at once to prevent the next volunteer from coming in another name.

"Then we'll be going."

Kiriel and Murmou headed for the next house.

Kim Mina has been busy lately.

The reason was none other than the two young people who applied for volunteer work.

"Yes, I'm Kim Mina from Bangbae 3-dong Community Center. Oh, yes, yes. How are you?"

a phone call that's been ringing hot lately

Most of the phone calls were to thank 'two young men who came to volunteer.' Apparently it helped a lot besides delivering rice.

"Yes, I'll make sure to deliver it. Father."

Took

Kim Mi-na, who hung up, looked at two volunteer applications.

Two young men who no longer come, after receiving a certificate of volunteer work.

Kim Mi-na rose from her seat and approached the secretary.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I add two more people to the new Bangbitin I posted this time?"

***

Photos posted on the bulletin board of the Bangbae 3-dong Community Service Center.

Dojun looked over the pictures for a while and stopped looking at one of them.

A scene where two men are holding a certificate of volunteer work. And, it wasn't only Dojun who was looking at the picture. A woman in her early thirties. Judging from the civil servant's ID on his neck, he seemed to be an employee of the Bangbae 3-dong Community Service Center.

"These people. When I first came, I wondered what it was."

"Really?"

"Yes. You say you want to do volunteer work without a hitch. And he said, "This body does the best service in the world of the heart." I don't know where the heart is... I don't know how many phone calls I made to compliment them on."

"Good people."

"Right?"

At the moment, Kim Mi-na blushed slightly.

"Oh, I was being silly without realizing it. I've never seen you before."

Kim Mi-na slightly lowered her head and entered the community center.

Left alone, Do-jun smiled and looked at the picture, then walked home.