The Farmer Revealed

Jung Jinyoung firmly stated that it was impossible, and Choi Geonwoo refused to withdraw that condition.

Countless negotiations followed, and after exchanging many terms, Jung Jinyoung eventually conceded.

Of course, stepping back without precautions was too risky, so from that day on, she drilled Garam with near-brainwashing training.

She also increased both the rank and the number of guards near the reception room.

On top of that, she covered Garam in accessories that were basically protective items, ensuring his safety no matter what happened.

Garam quietly sat down just as Choi Geonwoo had asked.

“So, what do you want?”

The one who asked wasn’t Garam but Park Deokpal.

“Are you his representative?
If not, you’re talking far too much.”

“I’m his friend.
Friend.”

Deokpal raised both hands as he spoke.

“That’s right.
He’s my friend.”

Here, Garam decided to back him up.
He was an ally after all.
And recently, things between them had changed.

“To think you can’t distinguish work from personal ties at an important meeting like this.
If I were you, I’d keep him far away.”

Geonwoo’s mouth dropped a harsh remark.

“It’s fine.
I considered that carefully before bringing him.”

Garam answered calmly and met Geonwoo’s eyes.

“More importantly, you must have something to say to me.”

“Correct.
Since you already seem aware, I’ll ask directly.
Who is the farmer?”

Outwardly, Garam kept his expression firm— but his heart dropped.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb.
We already know.
Seonyeong.”

When Choi Geonwoo called her name, Kim Seonyeong stepped forward and explained everything that had happened.

“That is why we believe the farmer is here.”

Things were tangled beyond salvage now.

Garam glanced at Park Deokpal.
He stared at the air awkwardly, doing his best to hide his unease— but it was obvious.

So crops really had leaked outside through Kang Jungbae.
Garam let out a tiny sigh.

“Narrowing it down, that leaves three people.”

“But it doesn’t appear to be this Kang Jungbae.”

“Then that leaves two.”

“Mr. Park Deokpal is a C-rank warrior, correct?
So it’s not you either.”

“Which leaves one.”

Choi Geonwoo smiled and looked at Garam.

Garam didn’t know what to do.
He desperately sorted through his thoughts.

Lee Jaehun had told him not to reveal his class, but these people already seemed to know everything.

He unconsciously bit his lip as Choi Geonwoo continued.

“You don’t have to confirm anything right now.
But please understand just one thing.”

“What would that be?”

“The city desperately needs food.
That’s why we’re expanding farmland and gathering former farmers.
But things are difficult.
We need a breakthrough.
And I believe that breakthrough is the new class— the Farmer.”

“Even if a real Farmer exists, it’s just one person.
What could a single person do?”

“A magician at their peak can destroy a small city.
A blacksmith at high level can forge weapons above S-rank.
And a warrior wielding such a weapon becomes unstoppable.
So wouldn’t the same apply to a farmer?”

Choi Geonwoo looked far ahead.

“If you join us, we can provide you with any support you desire.
Whatever you want— power, money.”

“Power and money can be obtained here as well, can they not?”

“Yes, but there are things you won’t get here.
They confine you and force you to grow crops only for themselves.
I would never do that.
I would work to let more people eat your crops.”

But no one here even knew his real job…
He wouldn’t fall for this.

Besides, Garam feared Lee Jaehun far more than Choi Geonwoo.

“I promise your safety will be my top priority.
Please consider it.”

“Is that all?”

“That is all.”

“Then I’ll be going.”

Garam rose without hesitation and bowed politely.

“Return safely.”

“I will.
And before you go— please accept this.”

Geonwoo handed him a small box, about the size of a jewelry case.

“If anything dangerous happens, use this to contact me.
I’ll come.”

“I doubt anything like that will happen.”

“No one knows the future.”

He handed over the box— then whispered as he passed by.

“I know you are not Lee Jaehun’s lover.”

Garam’s heart dropped again.

Was the dating act really that terrible?

He looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped and moved away.

And the meeting ended.

Things had gotten complicated.

Garam tugged at his perfectly-styled hair.

“Sorry!”

As soon as Geonwoo was gone, Park Deokpal apologized immediately.

“This is all my fault.”

“Technically, it’s the old man’s fault.”

“No— it’s mine.
I should have checked what he was doing.
No matter what you say, I have no excuse.
Hit me if you’re mad.”

“I’m not a violent person.”

Garam sighed and let go of his hair.

“Anyway, I think I deserve an explanation now.
Why did the old man trade crops for a toy, and what’s this about his daughter?”

Deokpal hesitated, then steeled himself.

“I don’t know the details.
He said he lived in the city and lost his daughter.
And when he traded the crops for that toy, it was probably close to her death anniversary.”

“Her death anniversary…”

She had died.

Even now, Garam couldn’t blame him.

He bought the toy because he missed his daughter— what could Garam say to that?

“It’s fine.
The crops were mine to give anyway.”

“Still…”

“It’s really fine.
It’s not like I planned to hide this forever.”

Just then, a knock sounded and Jung Jinyoung entered.
She had installed a listening device in the room and heard everything.

This was also Choi Geonwoo’s mistake—
He assumed the Haechi Guild knew about Garam’s class and didn’t bother guarding against eavesdropping.

Had he known they didn’t, he would have been more careful.

“I heard everything.
Your class is Farmer.”

So that’s why they gave Garam the artificial farm.
Not just because he was supposedly the lover— but because they needed him.

“Could you explain in more detail?”

“There isn’t much.
I’m still low-level.
I just plant and harvest.”

“Still, it’s the first time this class has been discovered.
There is much to investigate.”

“I don’t want to.
If you’re that curious, get Mr. Lee Jaehun’s permission first.”

That shut her up.

“I understand.
Then I will get his permission.”

The normally cold woman looked dejected, but Garam had no intention of being treated like a lab subject.

He ignored her.

‘Jaehun needs to come out soon.’

Only then would this mess be resolved.

Boom!

The monster finally collapsed.
It was as large as the floor itself, with a single eye, swinging a flaming club.
Each strike shattered the ground and crushed boulders.

“That was a tough one.”

Kang Yujun wiped his sweat, breathing heavily.

“Seriously.
That was horrifying.”

Ailen agreed.

“Without the guild master, someone would’ve died.”

“He really is incredible.”

“Right?
He took that thing down while still holding a flowerpot.”

She wondered how strong he’d be without holding that pot.

“But why are you staring at the sky?
Do you sense something dangerous?”

“I don’t know.”

While the two talked, Lee Jaehun kept staring upward.

Something felt wrong.

Not about the monsters here—
They were getting stronger, but still manageable.

No, he was worried about the outside.

He had told Jung Jinyoung to be careful, but he still felt uneasy.

“We need to finish quickly and get out.”

There was only one answer— clear the place faster.

“Move to the next area.”

Jaehun began walking ahead.

“Yes!”

The guild members followed behind.

Their confident expressions were the same as when they first entered, even as they walked across scorched ground.