Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 451

#451

Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 1

Chapter 103: The Lazy Man Does Good Deeds (1)

There is a saying, "Agwi."

It means a ghost that died of starvation.

Of course, since you don't see ghosts in real life, the idea of a ghost is nothing more than a figment of people's imagination. It's the idea that those who starve to death will become vengeful spirits, greedily seeking food.

But today, Wei Yanho realized that the word 'ogre' was not just a figment of his imagination.

“Bar, Bob!”

“Hey, give me some more! Here!”

“Food! Baaaaap!”

“It’s undercooked, you idiot! Don’t touch it! I’ll cut your wrists off!”

Is there anything special about the devil?

If you are obsessed with food in a way that is not human, then you are a devil.

Wei Yanho thought that as a side effect of his intense training with Baek Muhan, he had become as greedy as anyone else, but his appetite was nothing more than that.

There are a lot of devils here.

Unable to ignore Jang Il's tearful pleas (though he actually shed more snot), Wi Yeon-ho eventually went into the city and headed to the battlefield.

The master of the battlefield had found enough money to buy all the grain he could find. He even brought a large cauldron with him and was currently making porridge with it.

I thought about just ordering something from the guest house, but Jang-il said that if someone starved for a long time and got fat in their stomach, it would be like killing a living person, so I put up with this hassle.

'My money is like fresh money.'

It's still just grain, and it's still food. That's what I thought when I bought it, but with so many mouths to feed, it ended up costing quite a bit.

Even groups of beggars who had heard the news from somewhere continued to flock in.

Watching the beggars swarming like ants sends chills down my spine. Wei Yanhu, who has amassed a fortune of millions, would break his back if he continued to feed these many people.

I think I understand why they say that even God cannot save poverty.

furthermore…….

“Why is it boiling for so long! Hurry up and give it to me!”

“Oh, it’s hot!”

“Don’t touch that pot over there! I told you not to! If the pot falls, I’ll cut off your hands!”

The beggar was not just a beggar.

Even though they knew full well that Wei Yanho had spent his money to buy food, not a single one of these beggars offered a word of thanks. They were simply preoccupied with the porridge before their eyes.

'This is why I'm so fucking pissed. Those damn bastards.'

No, it's not even a curse since I'm already begging.

Jang Il, who had noticed Wei Yeon-ho's discomfort, pushed the beggars away and approached Wei Yeon-ho while grumbling and protecting the pot.

"thanks."

“……So you’re a little beggar.”

"huh?"

"no."

I thought that since he was the only one with a little bit of conscience, he would be able to wear a hat even among beggars.

“You won’t see anything. They’ve been starving for days.”

"hmm."

Wei Yanhu was generous.

If it were the old Wei Yan-ho, he would have been shouting 'You damn bastards!' and going wild, but hasn't the recent Wei Yan-ho become a man with a big heart?

The fact that about half of the money he found on the battlefield still filled his pockets also gave him peace of mind.

“By the way, this is a big deal. What should I do about this?”

Jang-il sighed deeply.

“But what on earth is that governor going to do?”

“That son of a bitch.”

Jang-il's face twisted. It was obvious why he was persecuting these beggars who were doing well.

"I don't know how much he received, but it seems Cheon Iryeon has been spending some money. He probably doesn't want beggars hanging around his house."

"hmm."

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.

“You took the money?”

“Otherwise, how could this happen?”

“Then just report it to the authorities and that’s it.”

“Who messed with Taesu?” If I report my superior, who can investigate that?”

"me."

"……huh?"

“I can do it.”

"uh?"

Jang Il stared blankly at Wi Yeon-ho. Now that I think about it, wasn't he the Right Inspector? Excluding the currently vacant Left Inspector, he was the second-highest ranking official in the Dochalwon.

'He looks so stupid, I forgot again.'

While it was a semi-honorary position, even honorary positions were of a different order. While an honorary constable couldn't do anything, an honorary governor could do a tremendous amount.

Especially if this honorary position is the second-highest position in the Dochalwon, the only powerful group in the palace?

'Come to think of it, this guy… is truly an amazing person.'

Although he didn't climb up from the bottom, and was simply a master of roasting the emperor, it was a remarkable feat that he easily snatched the position of U-Sa of the Dochalwon.

If Wei Yanho made up his mind, it would not be a big deal to beat the governor.

but…….

“Let’s close it.”

"why?"

"If you step forward, exposing the Taesu's corruption wouldn't be a big deal, but in the current situation, there's no benefit to furthering the issue. To expose that corruption, we'll inevitably have to delve into the corruption of Cheon Ui-ryeon, and that will only worsen our relationship."

“Do I have to think about that?”

“There’s nothing we can do. Things have changed.”

“You too, it’s been hard.”

For the first time, Wei Yanhu looked pitiful towards Jang Il.

Although I am being unilaterally beaten, I cannot even properly protest because of the relationship between Cheon Il-ryeon and Jeongmu Alliance.

"That's okay. If you live as a beggar, you'll often encounter worse things than this. If you feel wronged, you shouldn't be a beggar."

“That’s right.”

“What, Inma?”

While the two were bickering, the beggar who had first spoken to them approached them.

“Thank you.”

Wei Yanho turned his head and looked at the beggar.

There was a thunderclap on the ship, it seems they left the dead behind.

“Aren’t you eating?”

"Anyway, we can't all eat it at once, right? There are so many hungry people, so we'll just wait a bit and eat. Surely we won't die in the meantime?"

“Huh?”

Wi Yeon-ho looked the beggar up and down as if he had seen him again.

“It’s Dongchil (East Seven).”

“Why do all beggars have names like that?”

Jang-il smiled and said.

“What’s the use of giving it a nice name? If it’s the seventh one picked up from the east, it’ll be Dongchil.”

“You’re really messing around.”

"I'm already thinking about breaking through this. The documents are coming in, but the names are all the same, so I can't organize them."

Wi Yeon-ho chuckled. All sorts of problems arise.

“Anyway, thanks to you, we were able to put out the fire. You saved several lives.”

“Can’t you just go to another town and beg?”

"Begging isn't easy outside the city. Who would want to share their hard-earned grain with a beggar? If there were such generosity, people wouldn't be starving to death every winter."

“Hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded as if he understood.

'Well, it has nothing to do with me.'

Even though he knew the beggars' plight, he didn't intend to shed tears and hand out his wealth indiscriminately. In Wei Yanho's eyes, he saw those who were still able-bodied begging instead of working. Had he been in their shoes, he would have hunted or worked for others to secure food.

Everyone has their own circumstances, so it's not my place to tell them what to do, but I had no intention of providing ongoing help.

“Sogeulgae, what I was talking about earlier.”

"hmm."

Jang-il nodded.

I was just asking them to bring me any suspicious or information regarding the necrophilia going on in the family.

"There hasn't been anyone suspicious recently coming and going from the party. And there hasn't been any particularly disturbing activity in the city."

"Really not? Does it have nothing to do with Cheon Iryeon suddenly appearing here?"

"I had my suspicions, but… no. It's not like Cheon Iryeon has been disapproving of us for a long time. And if he was trying to completely avoid our attention, he would have used another method. Or he would have waited until we couldn't stand it anymore and left."

“That makes sense.”

Jang-il scratched his head.

So what should I do about this?

If we've gotten this far, there should be at least one clue. How can something so massive happen without any apparent cause?

Within the family, there was already talk of calling in a shaman, saying that this was happening because of the grudge of those who had killed them in the past.

It's nonsense. But how frustrated must one be to say something like that?

“It was a waste of time.”

Jang-il sighed deeply and turned around. Unfortunately, information isn't something you can get by rushing. Today, I just fed some beggars…

"however……."

Dongchil said as if he was suspicious.

“I have one problem.”

“What, what is it?”

Jang-il swallowed hard.

“Even if it’s something trivial, just say it.”

“Didn’t you say that the symptoms of what’s happening now are similar to possession by money?”

“That’s right.”

“Then isn’t this something that happens because of martial arts? Isn’t this something that happens because you tried to learn some martial arts but went wrong?”

“……It’s subtly different, but that could be the case.”

If we delve into the details, it's a completely different story, but it was difficult to explain it to Dongchil in detail. It's an internal matter, so it's not something I can easily discuss.

“So, a while ago, there was a lot of talk about learning a new martial art in the Tang family.”

“New martial arts?”

At that moment, Jang Il's eyes lit up.

This is really good information.

“What is that martial art?”

"How could I possibly know that? I just heard that the Tang family acquired a secret recipe from somewhere and learned it."

“Why didn’t you tell me this important information until now?”

"I thought it wouldn't be of much use. It's not just the Tang family that's known for mastering that martial art. As far as I know, every major sect in Sacheon has mastered it."

"Huh? They all learned the new martial arts together? How is that possible?"

"You don't even know about that. It caused quite a stir in the martial world back then. It was the Sword King's secret weapon or something."

"……huh?"

Jang Il's face became blank.

“Why is that?”

"That's the story about that shaman who sold the secret recipe that caused the bloodshed everywhere, so much so that it's now more common than the Yukhap-gwon sold at the local bookstore. I heard he learned it at the Dangga…"

“That crazy guy sold it so you could kill him and eat it…….”

When Wi Yeon-ho was about to have a seizure, Jang Il covered his mouth and pulled him back.

“Don’t let go? No! Ugh, ugh!”

“Oh, that’s it. That’s… yeah, everyone’s familiar with it. But…”

Jang-il whetted his appetite.

It's a new martial art, but it has nothing to do with the Demonic Cult.

“Okay, I understand. Thanks for the information.”

It's not really information, but everyone already knew it.

“I’m just saying this just in case.”

“Okay, thank you.”

"Don't just ignore it. Do some research. I know what I'm saying is absurd, but I'm scared."

“You’re scared?”

Dongchil nodded quietly.

“I heard that those who are possessed by the spirit of …

“…….”

“Then it’s all over.”

Jang Il's face turned pale.

“What? Why?”

Only Wi Yeon-ho, unaware of the situation, tilted his head.