Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 131

# 131

Taejonbirok Volume 6 Episode 6

Chapter 39: The Lazy Man, Reunited (1)

“What if the incident happened in Nasan?”

At Saga's words, Gwanggu Shingae nodded without saying a word.

“Yeah, you know, right?”

“Was that the Emperor’s fight for Eugene?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I knew there was a bloodshed in Nasan, but I didn’t know it was because of the Emperor’s legacy.”

“What on earth do you know?”

“…….”

Saga had a very aggrieved expression on his face.

I don't know about anything else, but when it comes to the history of martial arts, I can confidently say that there is no one in the martial arts world who is more knowledgeable than him. Of course, he cannot compare to those who lived in that era, but on the other hand, doesn't he have more information than they do about the world they haven't lived in?

But you're treating me like a cult member?

“History is not always conveyed accurately.”

Gwanggu Shingae said as if he understood.

“Then maybe the things we’ve known so far aren’t actually true.”

“Actually, I have seen cases like that many times.”

"hmm……."

The face of the Gwanggu Shingae became a little cautious.

“That seems to be the case. When I listen to people talk about the Demonic Cult these days, they talk about it as if it were a place where only monsters lived.”

At those words, Saga raised his head.

“Isn’t it?”

"huh?"

As the eyes of the Gwanggu Shingae narrowed, Saga closed his eyes tightly. He had only said a word, but he was looking at himself again with eyes that seemed to be looking at a phantom.

How can I say anything because I'm so scared?

“Look here.”

"yes."

“Do you know how many people lived in the Demonic Cult?”

“…….”

“Usually, when you think of the Demonic Cult, you think of it as a group of demons gathered together, but in reality, it is a religious group. If it was a cult inhabited only by such vicious demons, why would those people live under its protection?”

“But in history…….”

“History belongs to the victors.”

Gwanggu Shingae shook his head.

“That’s right, it’s all his fault.”

"yes?"

“If that guy had just cleaned things up a little from the beginning, it wouldn’t have gotten so messed up, but since he just laid down because it was annoying, how could anything have gone right?”

“Are you talking about the Gwanghwimoojon?”

"then."

Gwanggu Shingae nodded his head repeatedly.

“Anyway, I’m telling you, he’s a guy who never does anything right. He gets into trouble wherever he goes.”

“But this time, the bloodshed in Nasan wasn’t something he was involved in.”

“Doesn’t that seem right?”

"……yes?"

“Think about it carefully. If Wi Yeon-ho had only known who Geom-Hwang was, the bloodshed would not have occurred.”

"ah!"

Come to think of it, that's what happened.

If Wi Yeon-ho had known that Geom-Hwang was referring to his master, Baek Mu-Han, he might have been able to inform Gong Mu-Jin that Geom-Hwang's remains were not there.

“I can’t say that there’s anything wrong with that…….”

Saga's expression became subtle. It was certainly not wrong, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

“If that’s all there is to it, then that’s fine.”

"……yes?"

Saga's face began to distort slightly.

Now he knew Wei Yanho well enough to be able to predict what he was going to say.

* * *

That's what misfortune is.

When people think of misfortune, it doesn't come to them, but when they stop thinking of misfortune, it quietly approaches them. That's misfortune.

Don't you think so?

The problem is that misfortune always exists around that person.

What makes it even more unbearable is that one is not affected by the misfortune.

How would you feel if you saw a human being who brings misfortune and changes his surroundings into a terrible state just by moving around, leisurely escaping without any harm himself?

huh?

Why are you swearing?

You didn't curse? You answered?

I just heard that you weren't swearing?

You want to get hit?

Things these days are tsk tsk.

* * *

Wi Yeon-ho was caught up in a subtle mood.

It must be a very happy thing to be able to lie in a comfortable bed and walk the path that others must take while getting covered in dust on a lazy, sunny afternoon like this.

It was an especially good situation for a lazy person like Wi Yeon-ho.

But in this happy situation, Wei Yanhui couldn't smile.

“The weather is so nice, but if you stay cooped up in the carriage, you won’t be able to feel the spirit. So why don’t you come out now, breathe in the fresh air, and think about the true way of martial arts? For a young warrior like you to waste time like this is a great loss not only to the martial arts world, but also to the Central Plains……”

Wi Yeon-ho grabbed the blanket and stuffed it over his ear.

Plum Blossom Sword Ghost?

Who the hell came up with the nickname 'Plum Blossom Sword Ghost'?

That wasn't a plum blossom sword demon, but a plum blossom mouth demon. I'd never heard of a mouth demon technique in Hwasan, but at this point, I was wondering if it might be a newly developed martial art that surpassed Jahashin Gong against the demons.

“Kaaaak!”

Wi Yeon-ho shouted outside.

“Aren’t you even sleeping, sir?”

“Oh, you said it well. Of course, if you’re a warrior, you have to sleep less. A human can only use twelve hours a day. But out of those twelve hours, there are people who sleep as much as four hours. It’s really a shame. If a person sleeps four hours out of twelve, then the usable time is only eight hours. If you take out the time for eating and taking care of essential physiological needs out of those eight hours, the usable time is…….”

Wi Yeon-ho covered himself with the blanket.

It's better not to say anything.

“That’s why I said I didn’t want to go with you.”

I couldn't stop someone who wanted to follow me. How could I stop someone who insisted on going with me?

If the opponent was Madu, it would be enough to just beat him up, but Gong Mu-jin, who was a famous person in Hwasan and secretly talked about being a great swordsman, was pressuring him.

'That's right, I'm dying.'

There is such a thing as a one-sided relationship in this world.

No matter how strong he becomes, there is such a thing as natural law.

If the powerful man rushed at him with the intention of beating him to death, the only response he could give was to run away.

The problem is that his father, Wi Jeong-han, has spent half his life catching and beating runaway demons.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he could catch a madu who was running away risking his life, but he could also catch a lazy bum who ran away because he didn't want to get hit.

'Should I just run away?'

The only way to escape this discomfort is to run away. But as expected, that sly public servant will never leave him.

Then, I will ask him for advice every morning and evening.

No matter how much Wi Yeon-ho tried to ignore it, Gong Mu-jin’s Kkanjuk Shin-gong had already reached the ten-star level and reached the state of perfection. After realizing that it was easier to just beat him up than to endure his squabbling, he had no choice but to practice martial arts every morning and night.

So it can't help but be difficult.

'Special measures are needed.'

But it's annoying.

Although he felt that he had to come up with some kind of solution, Wei Yan-ho himself knew very well that it was impossible to think about or put that solution into action.

The sunlight streaming in through the window is so warm and the blanket is so cozy, so what are you thinking? Just sleep.

Tomorrow will take care of itself.

As Wei Yanhu slowly fell into a deep sleep, the carriage suddenly jerked and stopped.

“Huh?”

It was still in the middle of its journey, so it was unclear why the carriage had stopped.

“I have a question for you.”

Seomun Da-yeon nodded at the people standing in front of the carriage. The reason she stopped the carriage even though she could have ignored them and passed by was because the martial arts uniforms worn by those who stopped them were very familiar to her eyes.

A practical uniform in pure white.

And the dragon embroidery engraved on the shoulder.

Just from that alone, I could guess where they came from. Even more so since she had been part of the same group until recently.

These are the secret dragon warriors of the Sungcheon Jeongmu Alliance.

“What are the officials doing here?”

At Seomun Da-yeon's question, those who had grabbed the carriage focused their attention on her.

“Are you a member of the Meng clan?”

“It’s not a joke.”

“Oh, I see.”

The person in front stepped forward and threw the lottery ticket.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sang-Hong Sanggwan from Jamryongmu-gwan.”

A strange light appeared in Seomun Da-yeon's eyes.

“I’ve heard the rumors, junior. You are the Sword Dragon.”

“It’s just a lie.”

“So what do you want to ask?”

Sanggwanhong looked back with a troubled expression. When those following him noticed, Sanggwanhong sighed as if he had no choice but to continue speaking.

“I’m sorry to say this, but I think we’ve lost our way. We’re heading to Nasan. Could you tell me if we’re going the right way?”

Seomun Da-yeon's eyes narrowed.

“You’re lost?”

“I guess it’s because we’re the first ones out there……”

“That’s strange.”

Seomun Da-yeon opened her mouth quietly.

“Why are the military officers heading to Nasan? And aren’t the military officers prohibited from leaving the palace except at certain times? If you don’t give me a clear answer, I will take it as a violation of the regulations and an unauthorized departure.”

Sanggwanhong shook his head as if he was troubled.

“That’s not it. We are currently on our way to Nasan to provide support under the orders of the Jeongmu Alliance.”

"backup?"

“Yes. The condition of Nasan is so bad that they say they want to borrow a cat’s paw. Although the main force has sent support, support from each faction is delayed, so the military has decided to provide a small amount of support. We have received the order and are currently heading to Nasan.”

"……okay."

Seomun Da-yeon looked back at the three men and two women in front of her.

'Then these?'

Although the military officers were admitted irregularly, it was common to have about four years. The class was decided based on that, and there was a tradition of naming the five most outstanding students among the class about to graduate as Yong (龍) and Bong (鳳).

Although there are many cases where the parties involved do not like it, tradition is tradition, so it has been maintained until now. Since the name of the officer in charge was Jamryongmugwan, it was natural for him to be called a dragon.

“Then you guys are Samryongibong.”

Those who heard Seomun Dayeon's words nodded.

If support was sent from outside the military, it would certainly have been natural to send these.

“Yes.”

The moment Seomun Da-yeon was about to open her mouth, Gong Mu-jin, who was on the carriage, opened his mouth.

“So you are that sword dragon?”

“……Senior?”

“You’re still quite energetic. I’m Gong Mu-jin.”

At that moment, Sanggwanhong's eyes wavered.

“Falcon, plum blossom sword ghost Gong Mujin?”

There is a sword master representing the volcano right in front of you.

“It is an honor to meet you.”

When Sanggwan Hong hurriedly played the lottery, Gongmujin laughed loudly and jumped out of the carriage.