Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 117

113. So What Do You Want Me to Do?

 

Somehow… 

 

I think it was caught incorrectly.

 

I realized that fact from the night when ‘Bihyeong’ promised the king that he would build a bridge in one day.

 

The king, who was Bihyeong’s cousin, was a man with a brilliant mind.

 

Far from being afraid of Bihyeong, the son of the previous king, as soon as he found out that Bihyeong was a goblin king, he thought of a way to use him.

 

That was…a bet. 

 

While serving a sumptuous feast to Bihyeong, the king would deceive him with cunning words.

 

“I heard that goblins have mysterious abilities. Can you really clear land and create a reservoir in one day?”

 

“Of course, hiccup! Are you testing my abilities now?”

 

“It’s not like that. But is it possible? I’m just curious… But actually, that’s also true… because it doesn’t make sense…” 

 

“Oho! Then I just need to show it to you! Hiccup! Bet! Let’s make a bet! If I truly reclaim the land and build a reservoir, what will you do?”

 

“I will give you my post. I will also give you a nice house and silk clothes. Oh, of course, I will also give you the bride.”

 

“…Bride? Is it true? Huh? Really?”

 

“Yes. Yes. Of course.”

 

A cunning human being.

 

That’s also what a king is.

 

And he fell for it again. 

 

Bihyeong, this human… no, this goblin.

 

That night, Bihyeong gathered a bunch of goblins, including Gildal, to build a reservoir and clear the land.

 

The king was naturally overjoyed.

 

This was because the lives of the people who were exhausted from the long drought were enriched.

 

The king also gave Bihyeong the promised post, house, silk clothes, and bride.

 

But it was all bait.

 

Bihyeong, who took the post, lived in a house provided by the king, wore clothes provided by the king, lived with a woman approved by the king, and met the king at the palace every day to play baduk and chess.

 

Now, it was the moment when the wild dog became a domestic dog.

 

While playing baduk and chess, the two were always betting.

 

One day the king won, and one day Bihyeong won.

 

The day Bihyeong won, he was given a better government position, a better house, and better clothes.

 

It was no different from a stronger and more beautiful leash hanging around Bihyeong’s neck.

 

But Bihyeong built a new temple, a new castle, and a new bridge on the day the king won.

 

Who did all that work?

 

Of course, Gildal and other goblins did it.

 

They built temples, castles, and bridges all night long.

 

Did that mean that their merits were recognized?

 

That never happened.

 

Instead of complimenting them, Bihyeong kept squeezing the goblins below to show off his skills.

 

“Do it faster! More! That way, my skills will look great! We must surprise the king! I must win this bet!”

 

Even after a while, Bihyeong spoke to Gildal with a proud face. 

 

“I have also received a government position from you. You will now become the adopted son of a high-ranking official and have a very nice house and clothes! Wouldn’t it be nice? Huh? It would be great!”

 

Wouldn’t that be great!

 

Gildal was frustrated as he recalled the evil king’s smile.

 

“…Kill me.”

 

He could sleep less than an hour a day and the days of construction lasted more than twenty days in a month.

 

He would rather become a wild animal than live like this.

 

Gildal thought so and ran away.

 

This isn’t right…!

 

I don’t have enough sleep…!

 

I want to liveeeee! 

 

And of course, Gildal was captured by the king of goblins before he could even go ten miles.

 

“…Gildal? Where are you running away?” 

 

A creepy voice trapped him.

 

“Did you think you could dare betray your king?”

 

A tremendous force was squeezing his neck.

 

“Keugh…!”

 

 “You will spend all night building a tower…”

 

“Ugh…!”

 

“You’ll be building the levee all night from now on…” 

 

“Keugh…!”

 

“You will serve me for the rest of your life without even being able to sleep, Gildal.”

 

Bihyeong’s yellow eyes grew as big as the full moon. 

 

And Bihyeong kept that curse ever since.

 

“…Hmm…hmm…”

 

Unless, like now, when he drinks too much and falls asleep.

 

Gildal crumpled his face as he looked at Bihyeong, who had fallen asleep after drinking.

 

“Wake up, Bihyeong-nim. Bihyeong-nim.”

 

“…Just leave him alone. I will send him up to room 401.” 

 

At that time, the owner of the tavern, who walked lightly like a cat, stopped Gildal.

 

A cunning face. A thoroughly calculated tongue twister. Even firm eyes.

 

There was something that reminded me of the king of that time, the man named ‘Lee’, who slylyly led to the punishment. 

 

Gildal felt very uncomfortable and slapped away Lee’s hand.

 

“That’s enough. I will take care of this person.”

 

But at that moment, a man with golden hair and strange clothes appeared from nowhere and lifted Bihyeong up.

 

“Oh my, boss! How did the guest get so drunk? How do you place a bet?”

 

“We can finish the bet tomorrow, so take the guests upstairs for now.”

 

Gildal frowned as he listened to Lee’s words.

 

“Isn’t this what you’re trying to do to the game using cunning tricks?”

 

“Is that possible? Didn’t you lock the banquet hall door earlier in case someone suspected something like that?” 

 

Lee took out the key to the banquet hall door from her pocket. 

 

“If you’re suspicious, keep this for yourself.”

 

Lee who said that grinned

 

He heard Lee was called a pretty man, and it looks really pretty. 

 

Gildal said, avoiding his gaze.

 

“…Why are you treating Bihyeong and me like this? I heard that there was a time when you were in danger because of Bihyeong.”

 

“That’s because a guest is a guest?”

 

After saying that, Lee cleaned up the table that Bihyeong had made a mess and handed Gildal a plate full of yellow noodles and vegetables.

 

“….?”

 

“I noticed earlier that you barely seem to be able to eat. You don’t like fatty food, right?”

 

Gildal was startled and looked up at Lee.

 

How did you know that?

 

Bihyeong, that guy doesn’t know for thousands of years.

 

“You didn’t even touch fatty food. I heard that goblins like alcohol, so I thought it of a side dish with alcohol and prepared it with only fatty foods.”

 

“…Not all goblins are the same.”

 

Like he’s different from Bihyeong, the grumpy guy.

 

Gildal thought like that and looked at the food in front of him.

 

It looked strange to see the fresh, shiny veggies and noodles mixed together.

 

“Would you like to try it? This is called salad pasta. You can mix the sauce here like bibim noodles.”

 

“T, this…?”

 

Gildal clumsily lifted the bowl of sauce and poured it onto a plate.

 

Then, he picked up an appropriate amount of vegetables and noodles and put them in his mouth. 

 

He felt that the meat flavor that Bihyeong had forced on him earlier was washed away when the fresh sauce and the texture of the veggies came together.

 

“Ahem… hmm… well… It tastes pretty good.”

 

Gildal ate the salad pasta in an instant and put down the bowl, avoiding the tavern owner’s eyes.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

When the tavern owner smiled, Gildal’s cheeks turned red. 

 

“….”

 

As Gildal muttered something, the tavern owner lowered her head and looked at Gildal. 

 

“I’m sorry, but what did you just say…”

 

“This is… the first time… anyone has asked me if I’m okay.”

 

“….?”

 

The tavern owner tilted her head as she saw Gildal’s eyes turn red. 

 

“You’re the first to know that I don’t eat meat! I’ve been working for thousands of years, but all the goblins at the construction site are bad, so they only look for alcohol and meat! When I eat these fresh vegetables, they always make fun of them because I only eat grass! Why… are you… being so nice to me? Why…” 

 

Gildal turned his gaze to his puffy cheeks. 

 

The tavern owner, seeing his face swollen from embarrassment… No, Junghyo thought. 

 

What is this? It’s cute. 

 

She wants to say that.

 

“…Because you are our guest.”

 

“What?”

 

“As I just said, the principle of Yeongchun Tavern is to treat everyone who comes to the tavern well.” 

 

At Junghyo’s words, Gildal looked as if he had been hit somewhere.

 

“…That…”

 

Junghyo smiled slightly at Gildal and asked.

 

“Instead of tea, our tavern sells coffee. For some reason, I think a coffee called ‘Iced Americano’ would suit you well. Would you like me to bring it to you?”

 

Gildal looked up at Junghyo with his tearful eyes and nodded his head.

 

“…Okay.”

 

Junghyo walked over to her coffee machine and started making coffee. 

 

This was the name of the coffee that was soon completed.

 

‘So What Do You Want Me to Do?’ Iced Americano

 

—You will have the courage to refute the other person’s nagging with ‘So What Do You Want Me to Do?’

 

—Duration: 24:00:00

 

—Vitality increases by 200%.

 

! WARNING ! Rebellion may seem overflowing.

 

“…What to do with TV?”

 

Junghyo secretly asked the manager next to her.

 

Then the manager answered.

 

“What do you mean, something like this. But why is that?”

 

“No. Just… well…”

 

Junghyo gave a vague answer and looked alternately at the cool Americano he was holding and at Gildal, who was crying.

 

I can’t believe it says what do you want me to do?

 

Isn’t this a spirit that is absolutely necessary for office workers who are harassed by old bosses?

 

* * *

 

And the next day.

 

The bet went through.

 

We have 100 nyang left.

 

The money left on the goblin team is about 3,300 nyang.

 

The money we had left was enough to go bankrupt if we got caught at the other team’s hotel twice.

 

Bihyeong was happy, thinking that he had won everything, and told Gildal to throw the Juryeonggu.

 

“Hurry and throw the Juryeonggu! Hurry! Go ahead and play!”

 

This was when Bihyeong got excited and placed his hand on Gildal’s shoulder.

 

Gildal glared at Bihyeong with a stiff face.

 

“…Please don’t touch my body.”

 

“…What?”

 

“It’s unpleasant.”

 

Gildal pulled away from Bihyeong and patted the shoulder where Bihyeong’s hand had touched. 

 

Then he threw the dice while Bihyeong was glaring at him as if he were dumbfounded.

 

The thrown dice landed in the ‘Challenge’ box.

 

The challenge is <Lifting a bag of rice>.

 

It was a very easy task for Gildal, who was a man of strength.

 

“Go, Gildal! Do you not find it funny that you think you’re worth a bag of rice when you’re not as strong as I am?” 

 

Gildal, who saw Bihyeong giggling, lifted the rice bag up to his waist and—

 

“….?”

 

Tuk.

 

He put it down. 

 

“…What are you doing now…”

 

Bihyeong frowned.

 

However, Gildal spoke to Bihyeong with a nonchalant expression. 

 

“….Ouch. My hand slipped.”

 

“Are you crazy? What are you doing now? Do you want to die?”

 

Bihyeong’s face turned red and he shouted.

 

But Gildal shamelessly spoke with a stern face.

 

“…Try killing me.”

 

“What?”

 

“I died once. Can’t I die twice? Ah my… Then we will have to pay the fine and stay in this land.”

 

“…?!?!”

 

As I looked at Bihyeong, whose face was as if it was about to explode, I thought and held back laughter. 

 

Why is the ‘What do you want me to do?’ potion so effective? Or is my suggestion really effective? 

 

Ah.

 

I mentioned this to Gildal last night in passing.

 

If I win this game, I will definitely invite Gildal back to the hotel without Bihyeong.

 

Of course, just a passing remark so as not to spoil the fair game.

 

But I guess you heard it?

 

I turned away, pretending not to see Gildal looking at me with an expression that said, ‘Did I do well?’