I was certain it was a ghost.

How could there be a person completely black from head to toe in this world?

The security guards took a defensive stance.

“Who is this?”

“I, I’m not a bad guy, I’m not.”

The black shadow stammered.

It was a young man’s voice.

Two holes in the torn fabric revealed frightened grey eyes.

“Those thugs… They stole my children.”

From the sagging fabric, thin pale fingers extended.

He pointed to the bulging pouch at one of the thugs’ waist.

A strange attire, a timid voice, a peculiar nature that assigned personalities to objects.

It was the farmer Borits I had been looking for.

‘I’ve found Borits so quickly!’

Borits was a character who hid his appearance with a black cloak and hood.

Due to extreme shyness and complexes.

I stepped closer to the mysterious man draped in black fabric, past the restraining security guard.

“What children were stolen?”

“They’re rare and valuable. May I take them back?”

“Of course.”

The leather pouch contained nameless plant roots and toadstools.

He hugged the plants tightly, delighted.

“You’re safe! Thank goodness, my babies!”

“Is your name Borits?”

“Do you know me?”

“I’ve heard you’re an excellent farmer.”

“Thank you. And for your help.”

“Are you selling those children?”

“A farmer needs money too. There’s a store nearby where I trade.”

“Why is a herb shop in such a dangerous neighborhood?”

“They also handle secretive products. Poisonous mushrooms, vipers, vampire bats. You know what I mean?”

Ah, so that’s why.

Borits, who had been watching me, shrugged his shoulders.

“I just go because they give the best prices for herbs.”

“Can I buy those children?”

“Are you a lady?”

“I’ll give you ten times the price the store offers.”

“What?”

His grey eyes inside the holes trembled.

Afraid I might change my mind, he handed over the bag of plants.

“Please take good care of them, ma’am!”

I handed over a heavy gold coin.

It was mere pocket change to me, but enough to buy land.

“With this money, I can buy anything! Even pay off my debts!”

Borits kissing the gold coin, overjoyed.

No, I grabbed the collar of the fraudster pretending to be Borits.

“Hey. Where is the real Borits?”

“What do you mean? I am Borits…….”

I signaled the security guard with an impassive face.

The security guards, who were upset about only dealing with a few thugs, grimaced.

There were ominous cracking noises coming from their necks, shoulders, and finger joints.

“Do you want to end up like this?”

I gently stepped on the back of the thug drowned in sewage.

The fake Borits screamed.

“Ahh, I’ll tell the truth! Please don’t hit me!”

The appearance of the fake Borits was a huge boon.

I got to meet the real Borits, and even found out about the hidden farm by the lake.

“I apologize for my brother’s rudeness…. I’m really sorry.”

Just as depicted in the original work, Borits was wearing a deep black hood.

Only his lips and chin were visible, but I could feel his sincere apology.

Borits’ rough hands fiddled with a teacup.

The situation of having to converse with a stranger was unbearably awkward for him.

‘It took Claudia a while to get close to Borits. I can shorten that time. Because he owes me.’

I took a sip of the herbal tea that Borits personally grew.

I was surprised at the deep and refreshing taste.

Bormann, who had been pretending to be my brother, asked lazily from his log chair with his feet up.
“Hey, miss. How can I not know my true identity?”

His language was daring and challenging, unlike his timid brother.

He said he was sixteen this year. A peer, just like Susan.

He sent a leisurely smile to the handsome Borman.

“Your hands. They’re too delicate to be a farmer’s.”

Borman flinched, and Boritz sighed as if it was natural to be exposed.

“As you can see, Mr. Boritz’s hands are calloused, aren’t they? There’s dirt under your nails.”

“Damn it.”

“Above all, if it was you, Mr. Boritz, you wouldn’t sell the crops immediately to a person who says they would pay a large sum for no reason.”

“Of course. I don’t know what they’ll do with those kids……”

Boritz shuddered at the mere thought.

“Borman pretended to cherish the herb, but evaluated its value in terms of price.”

“My brother doesn’t like farming. He wants to become an artist.”

Boritz replied in a sullen voice.

Borman stood up from his seat and flared up in anger.

“I’m already an outstanding artist. Only my ignorant brother doesn’t know!”

“What if you steal?”

“If my brother paid the rent on time, would I have done such a thing?”

“I told you to wait a few days. Those kids need to grow more.”

“Is a handful of grass more important than my brother’s work?!”

“How can you say such harsh things……. These kids are listening too……!”

Boritz wrapped the herbs transplanted into the pot with both arms.

Borman’s face was filled with fresh anger.

I stopped the fight between the brothers from starting again.

“Don’t fight. I’ll solve it for you.”

“How will you, miss?”

“I’ll become Borman’s sponsor.”

“What?!”