"Hello, Mr. Seo Mun-yeop."
"Can you speak English?"
Short stature, shiny bald heads, and even more unusual brothers who are twins approach and talk to them.
They had a somewhat expectant look on their faces.
"You can speak French too."
Seo Moon-yeop replied in French.
The eyes of the bald twins, the Moreau brothers, grew wide.
It doesn't matter, but Baek Ha-yeon was also frightened.
"Do you know us?"
"Brothers Moro, the French arms dealers."
"Oh oh!"
"I saw it in the newspaper before, but I remember it because it looked like a comedian duo."
Even though they said they looked like comedians, the Morrow brothers were pleasant.
"Haha, I hear that a lot."
"When I was young, I caught the attention of girls with that concept."
"The arms dealer must have gone out of business, what are you doing these days?"
Seo Moon-yeop asked.
Since it was an unanswered complaint, Brother Moreau welcomed the question very much.
"We run Lumiere BC in Paris. The arms dealer stopped immediately when Mr. Seo Mun-yeop appeared."
"When Seo Moon-yeop appeared, we felt it. It means that the end of the underground civilization is approaching."
"What is BC?"
Seo Moon-yeop asked, though he was hesitant at the attitude of the Moro brothers as if they were praising him.
"Oh, sorry."
"It stands for Battlefield Club."
"aha."
Seo Moon-yeop asked Baek Ha-yeon, who was next to him.
"What do you guys think Paris is the owner of the Battlefield team?"
"I know! Uncle, these octopus brothers are so famous."
Baek Ha-yeon became excited. Because Paris Lumiere BC was her romance.
"What about Paris, how is the club such a big team?"
"Paris Lumiere, the best team in the world! Nathan Bernach belongs there too."
At that time, Brother Moreau intervened with his eyes shining.
"I don't know Korean, but I think Nathan Bernach was mentioned?"
"I heard that you praised Nathan Bernach. Our Nathan was very happy too."
Seo Moon-yeop nodded.
"He was good. He was as fast as he was in his prime."
"Hey, thank you for the compliment. I've taken care of him since I was a child, so I'm happy like my son."
Philip Morrow became thrilled. At the same time, he subtly emphasized his ability to raise Nathan Bernach.
Seo Moon-yeop wondered why the tension was so high.
Then Baek Ha-yeon whispered in a small voice.
"That octopus brother, I'm a big fan of my uncle. I even tried to put up a huge statue of my uncle at the home stadium."
It turned out that it was also a fairly famous story.
Among the brothers, the younger Philip Morro was famous as a genius in discovering prospects.
However, there was a downside to trying to make Seo Moon-yeop style for the prospect he discovered.
Of course, that selfishness has never been satisfied thanks to the outstanding youth coaching staff.
"Until now, we have discovered many promising players, but there was no player who could match Seo Moon-yeop's style. I feel very sad and angry."
Jean Moreau also agrees with Philip Moreau's words.
"But after watching today's game, I had to convince myself. While playing all roles as a tanker, melee and long-distance dealer, he can use allies, detect enemies, and even understand the geography of dungeons!"
"There is no way such an all-weather genius can come out again. It was natural that no one could imitate Seo Mun-yeop. Only you can digest that."
"Thank you, but I'm out of my mind. It's two people, but it's like talking to one person. Didn't you come up with a script in advance?"
The Morrow brothers chuckled at what was so funny.
"Since we've been together so much, we're in perfect harmony."
"Now, when I'm not with you, I'm tired of having to talk to myself."
They were unusual Moro brothers who talked a lot twice or three times as much as others because synergy was created through good breathing like a passing technique.
"Well, okay. Anyway, you guys want to recruit me too, don't you?"
Seo Moon-yeop's Dol Jik-gu, which brings out the main point right away.
The Moreau brothers looked at each other, and then Philip Moreau spoke.
"no."
"huh?"
Seo Moon-yeop was surprised as if it was unexpected.
Philip Moreau pointed at Baek Ha-yeon next to him.
"I am also interested in this beautiful Mademoiselle."
"huh? me? Why are you pointing at me?"
Baek Ha-yeon, who does not know French, was just dumbfounded and embarrassed.
"I want to recruit you."
"Hey, what an honor! thank you! Mercy!"
"Shh, stop being stupid."
Seo Moon-yeop, who soothed his excited nephew, looked at Philip Morrow with sharp eyes.
"I'm not really asking you to listen to me, are you saying that you're interested in Ha-yeon?"
"of course. I don't lie like that in front of the players themselves."
"At what point?"
"Since she is the daughter of Baek Je-ho and the ace of the Korean national team, I had observed her before, but I was dissatisfied with her kill decision power, so I stopped being interested. I didn't need an ambiguous assistant dealer."
Philip Moreau continued to explain.
"But he recently switched positions to melee dealer. It felt like missing pieces of a puzzle had been put together. If you refine your strength and swordsmanship a little more, you will get a chance to compete in our Paris Lumiere. Because both superpowers are very useful."
Seo Mun-yeop's eyes widened in surprise.
'You got it pretty well, right?'
Knowing that Philip Morrow's eyes were accurate, I gained more trust.
"Of course, if Seo Moon-yeop joins, there will be even more synergy. Seo Moon-yeop, a tank with amazing speed, Nathan, the best speed star, and Baek Ha-yeon, who has teleportation. How great would it be if this triangle formed?"
"Uncle, uncle! What are you saying? Let me know too."
Baek Ha-yeon, impatient with the Moro brothers' attention, agitated from the side.
Seo Moon-yeop shrugged.
"If you become a player, that's fine too. I'll think about it."
"Whoops, that's good. For reference, we have stopped being a weapon dealer, but we still have a weapon workshop with the best technology. Like a three-tiered umbrella, we can also make a window that opens with a single button."
"Oh, that would be fine. Well, if it's free, I won't decline."
"You can look forward to it. Because this is our brother's fan spirit."
The Morrow brothers wanted to keep talking, but Seo Mun-yeop, who grew annoyed, sent them away.
"Uncle, what did Brother Octopus say to me? Tell me, please!"
"Come on, let's drink vodka over there and talk."
"huh? Vodka is good."
When Baek Je-ho was dealing with the association officials and others, the two headed to the place where the vodka-filled glasses were piled up.
There were many superhumans among the customers, so it was strong vodka for them.
"Uncle, take a good look."
Baek Ha-yeon showed off her wrist proudly.
A thin leather strap was wrapped around his wrist. It was dyed red and seemed to serve as a decoration.
The leather strap untied and lifted six vodka glasses at the same time.
It was the use of the rope psychic power she usually uses for her whip.
"Oh, good for real life."
"Heh, right? Aren't my hair fine?"
"Yes. Study head is a stone."
"Oh, are you angry?"
While drinking, Seo Moon-yeop shared the suggestion he had heard from the Moro brothers.
Baek Ha-yeon pursed her lips.
"Didn't you use me as bait because you want your uncle?"
"That's true, but the evaluation I analyzed about you was very accurate."
"If my uncle doesn't come as a bonus, I'll be a second-team bench warmer even if I make it to the Premier league."
The French Premier League is ranked first in terms of skill among the Battlefield leagues of each country.
The American Major League earns more money, but the Premier League was the dream stage for Battlefield players.
However, it was meaningless to sit on the bench without being able to participate in the game.
"Well, I have a different idea."
"how?"
"First of all, there are no good coaches in this country. It's a judgment I made after personally defeating the national team members."
"It doesn't matter. All the veteran supermen who had experience during the Underground War have gone abroad. So no one can teach you."
At the time, the government's decision to ban superhumans from participating in Battlefield was a fatal blow.
If you participate in Battlefield abroad, you become a criminal, so a situation where you abandon your Korean nationality together with overseas expansion has occurred.
It was a disaster caused by the conservative judgment that Battlefield made superhumans violent, and it served as an opportunity for the then president's authority to fall to the ground along with the approval rating.
"But at Paris Lumiere BC, the best coaches will take care of you. Even if you see me, Brother Morro will take care of you."
"Hmm, that's good."
"Also, you will be a bench warmer, but if you learn hard, you will have a chance to compete in half a year at the latest."
"Can I grow like that there?"
"Trust me Uncle. Your uncle's eyes were never wrong. I was the one who recognized your father, who no one paid attention to because he was a schoolboy who only studied."
At those words, Baek Ha-yeon gained courage.
It was reliable because he had already achieved results by becoming a melee dealer with the advice of Seo Moon-yeop.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"If you're still anxious, can I introduce you to a good agent? He is a man of good character who was a mentor to superhumans in Europe."
Seo Moon-yeop smiled and took out Jake Land's business card from his pocket. Baek Ha-yeon also smiled widely.
But that was then.
"Hey, have you finished talking?"
A middle-aged Korean man came up and talked to me.
Everything from the suit to the watch was high quality, so he looked like someone with a high social status, but he was very cautious about things like that.
"Who are you?"
Seo Moon-yeop asked.
The middle-aged man held out his business card.
"I am Yang Min-yang, secretary of the Blue House."
Seo Moon-yeop's eyes sank at the word "Blue House." He had a lot of prejudice against politicians, so his expression couldn't be good.
"Do you have anything to do with me at the Blue House?"
"Yes, I would like to deliver good news to Mr. Seo Moon-yeop."
Secretary Yang Min-yang was very polite, since Seo Mun-yeop, whom even the president looked down upon, was very polite.
"What is it?"
Seo Moon-yeop was flustered. He has developed a habit of becoming especially arrogant when his opponent visits the Blue House.
"Do you know the superhuman meritorious system?"
"hmm? Wasn't that a lot of empty checks to pay a pension to a superman who made a contribution when the war was over?"
It was a system mentioned in the political world to encourage superhumans to attack dungeons.
Since it was a bleak situation where the underground war would end, everyone at the time thought it was an empty check.
Secretary Yang Min-yang said.
"It is not an empty check. It has been implemented for 17 years now."
"is it so?"
"Among them, Seo Mun-yeop and Baek Je-ho were selected for the first class, and Baek Je-ho has been receiving a pension of 12 million won every month."
Of course, the UN had already paid a huge amount of compensation to the 7 heroes, and it would have been meaningless money to Baek Je-ho, who succeeded as a businessman.
Thinking that far, Seo Moon-yeop's eyes widened.
Secretary Yang Min-yang continued.
"Mr. Seo Moon-yeop has accumulated 17 years of pension that he has not received."
A pension that is not paid if you die.
However, since he returned alive, he became a recipient of payment again.
"···is it so?"
Seo Moon-yeop's hardened expression softened somewhat.
"It is exactly 2.568 billion won. It is tax free."
Following the 2 million dollar compensation paid by the World Battlefield Association, it was another blessing of money.