Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 221

# 221

Taejonbirok Volume 9 Episode 21

Chapter 57: Lazy, Not Easy (1)

“You’re giving it to me?”

“Yes! I will! Just don’t say anything about closing down!”

Cheongyeongja wanted to cry.

'No, why on earth is this guy doing this?'

The old master's words that he was going to close the school sounded good on the surface, but on the other hand, it was like a threat that he would not be involved in the school in the future, so it would be best not to think about doing anything in his name.

'I still have a headache because of the Taegeuk swordsmanship.'

From Hwasan's perspective, the shaman's Taegeuk swordsmanship, which had always been a thorn in his eye, was still alive and well, but if Hwasan's Plum Blossom Sword Lord closed down the temple, Hwasan would no longer be able to breathe in front of the shaman until the Taegeuk swordsman was relegated to lowly status.

'There's no way something like that could happen in my generation!'

If you think about the value, it wasn't even worth ten nyang of gold.

“I’ll give it to you! I’ll give it to you right now. I won’t even ask you what you’re going to use it for. So please, just don’t ask me about that!”

“Hmm.”

Plum Blossom Sword Lord nodded as if he was satisfied.

“Long story.”

“Yes, private tutor!”

“Even if I take the money, would I really spend that much on my personal affairs?”

“…….”

“It’s all for the volcano, so don’t worry too much.”

What the hell are you talking about, Sasauk?

There were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to say them. Cheongyeongja bit back the urge to curse and smiled awkwardly.

“Is there any possibility?”

“Hehehe, I’m glad you understand. Okay then.”

Cheongyeongja licked her lips with a trembling face as she looked at the hand held out right in front of her face.

“Should I give it to you right now?”

“He said he would give it to me right away.”

"……for a moment."

Cheongyeongja sighed, went into the room, and opened the safe.

‘These are all operating expenses… … .’

A budget is something that always seems to have more than enough at first glance, but ends up being insufficient in the end. If a huge sum like ten nyang disappears here, you might have to eat only grass for the rest of the year.

Cheongyeongja wiped away the tears that threatened to spill out and picked up ten gold nuggets shining yellow from the safe.

“Here it is.”

Plum Blossom Sword Master coughed in vain and accepted the money offered by Cheongyeongja. Then, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face, he spoke.

“This money will be the cornerstone for Hwasan to advance to a new level, so don’t be too stingy.”

“……Yes, private tutor.”

"then."

As the plum blossom sword walked away, Cheongyeongja let out a low sigh.

‘What on earth are you trying to do… … .’

Money is money, but I'm worried. Where on earth are you going to spend that much money?

That was when.

“Ahem.”

When a low cough was heard, Cheongyeongja turned her head in surprise.

‘This appearance would be good to show to others… … .’

“Tae, Taegeuk Sword Master?”

Looking at the Taegeuk Swordsman looking at her with an awkward expression, Cheongyeongja couldn't help but have various thoughts come to mind.

'Why is this person here?'

Of course, I knew that Taegeuk Sword Master had come to Hwasan to meet Plum Blossom Sword Master. However, wasn't it Taegeuk Sword Master who immediately went to see Plum Blossom Sword Master after exchanging brief greetings?

'Did you hear the whole conversation between Sa-suk and me?'

Even though the opponent was the Taegeuk Sword Master, the best swordsman in the world, and the most skilled swordsman in the world, it was not something that could be overlooked for him to sneak into the place where the chief swordsman of Hwasan was staying without saying anything.

When trying to punish Taegeukgeomseon, Cheongyeongja, who was worried about the influence she would have on the volcano and her relationship with the shaman, let go of everything when she heard a voice in her ear.

“Jang Moon-in, I’m sorry to say this, but could you lend me ten nyang of gold? I will definitely pay you back when I return to being a shaman.”

“…….”

Cheongyeongja looked at the distant mountains.

'Peace will freeze to death.'

It was clear that the devil had descended upon the volcano.

***

“I’m dying from annoyance, really.”

Wi Yeon-ho was rolling around on the bed.

It was clear that this place was a dangerous place. Aren't there more and more people forcing him to work?

I couldn't understand why everyone was so anxious about not being able to do something.

“Isn’t it annoying?”

For Wi Yeon-ho, who sometimes finds it bothersome to even breathe, understanding other people who are suffering in life was a very difficult task.

But it is a clear fact that there are people in this world who do such things.

The person making noises in front of his room right now seemed to be one of those people.

dripping.

As expected, a knock on the door was soon heard.

'Aren't you able to sleep?'

Of course, it was very early for an ordinary person to sleep, but for Wei Yanhu, who was just about to fall asleep, it was no different from the middle of the night. Although he could roughly figure out who it was by the sound of people, Wei Yanhu couldn't help but be troubled.

'If I don't answer, won't it go back?'

It was clear that he had brought trouble. Rather than making a fuss by answering for no reason, he might have thought he was sleeping and gone back to sleep if he had just kept his mouth shut…

“I'll go in.”

That didn't seem to be the case.

Looking at the door that opened wide, Wei Yanhui could not help but lament the poor living conditions of the volcano, which did not even have a proper locking device.

'This is what happens when you set up a sect on top of a mountain without thinking!'

I don't know who first built the volcano, but if that person had any sense of purpose, he would have built a sect in the middle of the city for his descendants.

In order to burn incense at a volcano, you have to risk your life and climb up a cliff. Which crazy rich person would climb a volcano and pray for enlightenment? There is a reason why volcanoes are pushed aside by shamans.

The thinking has evolved from individual laziness to the direction of volcanic development.

If you listen to it from the volcano's perspective, you would naturally hear, "Mind your own business," but unfortunately, no one at the volcano knew Wei Yanho's thoughts.

So there's no way they'd put a lock on it.

The door opened and Jin Ye-ran came in.

“What's going on?”

Wi Yeon-ho asked calmly. Jin Ye-ran also answered calmly, as if she had not even the slightest idea that Wi Yeon-ho would be sleeping.

“The great swordsman is looking for you.”

“Father?”

"yes."

Wi Yeon-ho's face was slightly distorted.

“Is it urgent?”

“I am well…….”

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.

'Well, if it was an urgent matter, there's no way I would send this person.'

If it was urgent, he would have come in person. Wasn't Wi Jeong-han someone who enjoyed waking up Wi Yeon-ho and considered it a hobby to turn over the bed in which Wi Yeon-ho was sleeping?

“Okay.”

Wi Yeon-ho sighed deeply.

Why doesn't the world leave him alone? Even though he came out of the cave after suffering so much, the world was still a harsh place to him.

“Aren’t you going?”

“Okay.”

Wi Yeon-ho rolled out of bed. Then he took a deep breath.

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

As Wi Yeon-ho walked towards the door, Jin Ye-ran held out her hand to stop him.

"huh?"

When he looked up, Jin Ye-ran took out a towel from the basket she was carrying and placed it on Wi Yeon-ho's face.

“It’s a place where other people are.”

“…….”

“Laziness may not be a bad thing, but there’s no need to show it to others.”

Jin Ye-ran quietly wiped Wi Yeon-ho's face, smiled, and put the towel back in the basket.

“Come down now.”

"huh……."

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.

'Something feels a bit strange… … .'

I felt a ticklish feeling in my stomach. Maybe it was because I had never received such consideration from anyone other than my mother, but I never got used to it.

'If you think about it, that's true.'

Wi Yeon-ho's life was a series of struggles.

He resisted his brother who tried to train him somehow, and was sold into slavery, where he met his master. And even after he came out of the cave, he was dragged here and there, and had to fight and fight again.

How many people showed him kindness during that time?

“Ahem.”

Wi Yeon-ho, who cleared the awkwardness with a cough, followed Jin Ye-ran, who took the lead.

“What's going on?”

“The other participants have arrived.”

“……What does that have to do with me?”

“Perhaps the above Confucius meant to say hello to them since they are his juniors?”

"omg."

Wei Yanho's face suddenly distorted.

“Are you saying you asked me to come down for such a trivial reason?”

“I don’t know the exact reason.”

“Ugh.”

Even during the short time it took for Wei Yanhu to go down from the second floor to the first, he kept grumbling.

But the fact that I still went was also interesting.

'Because I don't want to be hit.'

There was a time when I realized that I had become a master and enjoyed the joy of not having to get beaten by my brother or father anymore, but that was not true.

My body, which had been excitedly hit since I was little, still cringed when I saw my father. And it wasn't just my father. I cringed when I saw my brother, and I became even more nervous when I saw my mother.

Wi Yeon-ho, who learned the simple truth that no matter how strong he becomes, he can never defeat his father, was walking with a sad heart today as well.

“Should we run away once things are properly sorted out?”

"yes?"

“Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ll be able to live my whole life the way I want in Jungwon, where my father and older brother are.”

"ah……."

“People who have mastered martial arts live long lives. My father will live another seventy years, and my brother will live for over a hundred years.”

Wi Yeon-ho shivered as if he was just imagining it.

Wei Yanho's face became serious as he imagined his father barging into his room, turning the bed over while he was lying in bed with white hair, and his older brother approaching and giving a sermon.

'This isn't something that can just be overlooked.'

It's a very possible story.

“If you really do something wrong, you might live being persecuted even after you’re over 100 years old.”

“That won’t happen.”

“I’m saying this because I don’t know my family.”

“No. That won’t be the case. Right now, Prince Wei is his son and younger brother, so he will respect you. When Prince Wei gets married and starts a family, he will respect you.”

“……Marriage?”

Wei Yanho flinched when he heard words he had never imagined, but Jin Yeran did not respond. She just walked a little faster.

“Marriage, marriage…….”

Wi Yeon-ho's face became a little serious.

I had never thought about getting married and living together. The more lazy a person is, the more he has to give up. For Wi Yeon-ho, who had no sense of responsibility, raising a family and raising children was like a story from another world.

“But is that the only way?”

It's just a story I heard in passing, but it sounds plausible.

Surely he wouldn't beat his son in front of his grandson? Even if he was a hopeless father who lived each day for the fun of beating up Wei Yan-ho, he would have that level of discernment.

Now that I had money… … When I thought about it objectively, I could say that this was the best way to end this life of semi-slavery.

but…….

“Hey, who would marry me?”

Even if a woman were to marry him, it would be unlikely that Wei Yanhu would do so. One of Wei Yanhu’s few strengths was that he was quick to grasp the subject and knew his place.

“……I don’t know if it exists.”

“Hey, who is it?”

"there is."

"yes?"

“Oh, no.”

Wi Yeon-ho said blankly, looking at the back of Jin Ye-ran walking quickly.

“Why are you like that?”

It was something that Wei Yanho had never known in his entire life.