Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? Chapter 5 Ghu Sota

Observing the maiden beside him turn a deep shade of crimson, Sota was once more reminded of the detestable nature of this Dorian fellow.

It was all thanks to him that the girl he fancied had so decisively rejected him, only to pursue Dorian relentlessly.

The sheer audacity!

Dorian merely cast a sideways glance at the clown before him, intending to continue on his path with Butler Sheng. Alas, some individuals possess an unfortunate lack of self-awareness.

"Stop him!"

With a swift snap of his fingers, Sota commanded, and two guards positioned behind him promptly moved to obstruct Dorian's passage.

As the imposing figures, clad in black suits and dark glasses, presented themselves as an obstacle, Dorian's expression remained utterly unfazed.

A sneer played on Sota's lips as he tightened his grip on the blushing beauty.

"Oh? Trying to flee?

Has it truly been so long since our last encounter?

Tsk!

You were once quite the hotshot in school, weren't you? But look at you now?

You've devolved into nothing more than a beggar on the streets!!!"

A beggar?

The young woman clinging to Sota's arm suddenly regained her composure and looked at Dorian with utter disdain.

What if he possessed a handsome face?

Did his looks grant him sustenance?

Heh. She was currently aligned with a wealthy second-generation scion.

Why, then, would she jeopardize her present fortune?

Her earlier demure smile was merely a tactic to keep her options open.

But now, realizing the man beside her was a mere beggar, her countenance contorted as if he were afflicted with a virulent plague.

Witnessing her revulsion, Sota's arrogance swelled exponentially.

He complacently tapped his ear: "What? Cat got your tongue?

Tch! I heard you're so broke you can't even afford to keep your maids, guards, and drivers.

However, as I possess a benevolent heart, why don't I grace you with a small loan?"

At this juncture, a sizable crowd began to converge around them, many gazing at Dorian with palpable envy.

After all, this was a hospital, and a significant number of those present were in dire need of funds to cover their medical expenses.

Sota eyed Dorian's unyielding expression with a condescending scoff.

"Hmph!

Keep up the pretense!

Today, you shall pay dearly for attempting to snatch what I consider mine!"

~Snap.

Sota produced another sharp snap of his fingers, and one of the guards promptly produced a chequebook and a pen.

With bold strokes, Sota inscribed a sum, flicking his wrist to present the cheque while keeping the woman nestled close with his other arm.

"Observe, you beggar.

This cheque is for one million Vyns.

Surely, that should suffice for your immediate needs, wouldn't you agree?

Heh.

I shall bestow this sum upon you, on the condition that you serve as my personal attendant for one month."

[**Vyns is the currency.]

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What in the world?

One million?

Gasps of astonishment and glimmers of avarice flickered across every face in the vicinity.

Blast it all! What extraordinary fortune had this man stumbled upon to acquire such a sum so effortlessly?

.

"No way!

He actually wrote a cheque for a million Vyns?

Damn it!

Why don't I have friends like that?"

"Lies!

That's a million Vyns! An unadulterated million VYNs! Without a shadow of a doubt, the young man wielding that cheque must be an heir to a vast fortune."

"Judging by his appearance, the young man opposite him is likely also from a wealthy background."

"No! Did you not hear the other gentleman's words?

He explicitly stated that the young man has been reduced to the status of a beggar.

Does that not imply he is in a worse predicament than ourselves?"

"Young man, cast aside your pride and accept the cheque.

Your dignity will not fill your stomach, so just do it!"

"Indeed.

What is so arduous about serving as a subordinate for a single month?

Is that not the role these affluent individuals refer to as 'butlers'?"

"Heh.

A beggar daring to possess pride?

What has the world come to?

Were I in his position, I would gladly accept the offer.

Just consider it: one month of service for a reward of one million – is that not an exceptionally advantageous arrangement?

Where else could one possibly secure such employment?

Tsk!

In my estimation, the youth of today are far too entitled.

Do you genuinely believe one million can be earned in such a brief span?

Why not accept the proposal and be done with it once the month concludes?"

"Precisely!

Even if he requested you to grovel at his feet, why wouldn't you endure it?"

"Tsk!

If he were my son, I would assuredly deliver a sound thrashing, perhaps to the point of oblivion!

Hmph!

That's a staggering one million!"

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Dorian found the ensuing commentary rather amusing.

However, he was disinclined to engage with such intellectually deficient individuals.

His attention was instead captivated by the spectacle of the individual brandishing the cheque beside him.

Narrowing his eyes, he discerned a subtle, yet distinctly sinister aura emanating from the vicinity.

A playful smirk spread across Dorian's lips.

This particular scene promised to be quite entertaining.

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Dorian's sudden, unexpected smile caused Sota to falter, a wave of confusion washing over him.

"What is this fellow's problem?

Surely his poverty has addled his thinking, right?"

Perhaps it was the peculiar chill that had inexplicably permeated his being since the morning.

However, Dorian's smile had begun to instill a sense of unease within him.

Impatiently, he waved the cheque before Dorian, his own patience wearing thin.

Yet, Dorian remained rooted to the spot, scrutinizing him from head to toe with that unsettling grin.

"Take it!

Just take it!!"

Dorian shook his head, refusing the offer while maintaining a sinister grin. "Sorry. I don't require your money nor your assistance. In fact, it is you who requires my help. Ghu Sota... it seems your time is rapidly depleting."

Sota's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and apprehension surfacing.

What was this lunatic implying?

For reasons he couldn't quite articulate, Sota felt an unsettling premonition stir within him.

As Dorian advanced, the bodyguards instinctively moved to shield Sota, positioning themselves protectively.

Yet, despite Sota's inability to comprehend why, he permitted Dorian to approach and whisper into his ear.

"You will find yourself needing me. When that moment arrives, ring this bell twice. However, for your own well-being, keep it concealed and only reveal it when the appointed time is upon you."

With those words, Dorian turned to Butler Sheng. "Let's depart!"

"Yes, young master," the bewildered Butler Sheng replied, with no alternative but to follow Dorian.

What was the meaning of all this?

Everyone present shared the same sense of bewilderment.

Huh?

How did the situation deviate so drastically from the expected course?