Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 697

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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 22

Chapter 152: The Lazy Man Reflects (2)

What did Wi Yeon-ho do?

Why are you asking so suddenly? It's obvious what he'll do once the immediate matter is over.

huh?

Is that okay?

What can't be done?

Tsk tsk tsk.

You're mistaken about something.

A person who has been given a task that others cannot handle is someone who cannot be touched by those around him.

Yes, yes.

Normally, everyone would have come forward and said something.

First of all, from the great swordsman to the old man of Shingi Investigation, wouldn't everyone have been impatient because they couldn't harass Wi Yeon-ho?

But that wasn't the case.

Yeah, that couldn't be possible.

Isn't that what nagging is all about in the first place?

From the listener's perspective, it may be just annoying, but from the speaker's perspective, nagging is done to fill in what the listener lacks.

That's why nagging is usually something that a superior does to a subordinate.

From father to son.

From master to disciple.

Wife to husband.

huh?

Isn't this the last one?

You're not married?

Tsk tsk tsk, don't get married. If you get married with that kind of mentality, you'll go to hell.

Ahem, anyway… … .

We couldn't say anything.

Isn't that right?

If we want to stop Wei Yanhu from being lazy, we need to tell him what he should be doing instead of being lazy, but how are we supposed to know that?

There is no answer.

The only one who could find the answer was Wei Yanho.

But what can we say?

Even though Wei Yanho was locked in his room and lazing around, no one could scold him for it.

Well, if it were normal, Wei Yanhu would have been in trouble too… … .

Well, I wonder if the guy back then was happy to be able to avoid being lazy?

Of course not.

* * *

“Ugh…….”

Wi Jeong-han reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

But I just held the doorknob for a long time and couldn't bring myself to open the door and go inside.

“Hmm.”

Wi Jeong-han, who had been holding and releasing the doorknob several times, finally sighed and took a step back.

At that moment, a low voice was heard from behind him.

“What do you think?”

"ah……."

Wi Jeong-han turned his head and looked for the owner of the familiar voice.

Shin Gi-su-sa Jo Hyeon.

He was looking at Wijeonghan with a stern face.

“I’m locked in my room and not coming out.”

“Hmm.”

The new investigator looked at the pavilion with sunken eyes.

The volcano was completely destroyed.

It is impossible for so many people to eat and sleep in a place that has been completely destroyed without leaving a single cornerstone.

It might be different if it was a place on flat ground with good supply, but it would be impossible for all of the Jeongmu Alliance members to reside on the summit of a volcano, the most dangerous mountain in the Central Plains.

So, the new investigator led everyone down the mountain. Afterwards, they made a temporary shelter in Hwaeumhyeon, located at the foot of the volcano.

Only by renting or purchasing the manor and leasing out the entire base were they able to create a space that could accommodate that many people.

And now, the place where Wi Jeong-han and Shin Gi-su are standing is in front of the pavilion that Wi Yeon-ho had given as his lodging.

As soon as Wei Yanhu came down from the volcano, he locked himself in his room.

If someone else had behaved like this, I would have thought they were crushed by the burden… … .

'How can you know?'

The original Wei Yanhu was like this.

In the past, whenever I climbed a big mountain, I would lock myself in a corner of the room and not come out, as if I wanted to catch up on all the rest I had been missing.

It is not Wei Yanho who has changed, but they.

“Ugh, I never thought the day would come when I would have to watch this guy’s every move.”

“I’m sorry.”

"Hey, don't be like that. If you're being so serious, shouldn't I be serious too?"

The new detective sighed deeply.

'I can't even say empty words.'

Wi Jeong-han's face was so serious that he couldn't even make a joke to lighten the mood.

Well, I wonder if the government is really doing this now.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Shin Gi-su sighed deeply.

In fact, that door isn't locked, and anyone could have entered if they wanted to. However, what was holding them back wasn't physical force, but psychological pressure.

A psychological shackle that prevents him from giving any advice even if he goes inside and confronts Wei Yanho.

Before those chains, even the highest authority and the newest investigation were powerless.

“Let’s go.”

"yes?"

"Will there be any rice or food if I guard this place? Anyway, I'll just be on the edge of my seat, unable to go in."

“……That is true, but.”

Wi Jeong-han bit his lip slightly.

He knew it too. He was debating whether to enter or not, but ultimately, he wouldn't be able to open that door. As a father, there's nothing more heartbreaking than not being able to say anything to a son who's struggling.

“So let’s go. We have to do what we can.”

“Are we talking about that?”

“The winner will be Wei Yanho and Cheonma.”

“…….”

That's right.

That's why they can't help you with anything.

"But that's not all. There are demonic cults surrounding Cheonma. They wouldn't readily open the way for Wi Yeon-ho to reach Cheonma."

“Even though that heavenly horse exists?”

"If this war is a matter of resentment and justification for the Heavenly Demon, then for the Demonic Cult, it's a matter of survival. Just because the Heavenly Demon is desperate, it's no wonder they're desperate too. If you were in their shoes, would you want to entrust your fate to a single person and just watch?"

“……Of course not.”

That's why we're doing this here now.

"The Heavenly Demon is great. But the Blood Demon is no pushover either. There are more ways to help Yeonho than just direct means. Our role is to allow him to focus entirely on the fight against the Heavenly Demon."

Wi Jeong-han nodded heavily.

There was nothing wrong with what the new investigator said.

It's foolish to give up because it doesn't help much. If that's all you can do, you should at least do it well.

“Go ahead. You have a lot to do.”

“Um, okay.”

Wi Jeong-han looked back at the door of the pavilion where Wi Yeon-ho was and sighed softly.

“How foolish.”

“No. Please go.”

As Wi Jeong-han's eyes hardened, Shin Gi-su nodded. Shin Gi-su turned around and frowned again.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, yeah. What…….”

Jang-il, who was sitting in the corner, smiled shyly when he met Shin Gi-su's eyes.

“Well, we don’t have anything to do…….”

“So you’re just sitting here dying like a beggar?”

“Are you a beggar?”

"ah……."

yes.

Beggar. If you're a beggar, you're a beggar.

“……So what are you doing?”

“I told you, I’m doing this because I have nothing better to do.”

The new detective's eyebrows twitched.

If only Jang Il-man was like this, I would try to understand, but the other guys sitting behind him like beggars were annoying.

From the Pengdu Theater to Musan and even Zhuge Liang.

In particular, Zhuge Liang and Musan were very, very irritating.

Zhuge Liang was the eldest son of the Zhuge family. And while the Zhuge family was a military family, it was also one of the most prestigious families representing the Central Plains. The eldest son of such a prestigious family was lying on the street…

And what about Musan?

As I watched Musan, a powerful figure who was expected to be the next leader of the Millennium Shaolin, sitting with his legs stretched out next to Zhuge Liang, I felt a strange surge of joy inside me.

‘I shouldn’t have let them hang out with Wi Yeon-ho… … .’

That's what it's like to be human.

No matter how much you try to protect yourself, in the end, people are influenced by those around them.

They too are descendants of prestigious families. They know their path and their responsibilities. However, as they remain by Wei Yanho's side, they find themselves becoming increasingly influenced by him without even realizing it.

“Ugh, I don’t think young people will ever find something to do…….”

“We are doing what we have to do.”

"……hmm?"

There was no mischief in Jang Il's eyes.

“Hmm?”

Detective Shin Ki-su, who had been quietly watching Jang Il, nodded.

“Take care of yourself. There isn’t much time left.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

The new investigator turned and walked away. Wi Jeong-han followed him silently.

Jeong-il sighed as he watched them walk away.

“This is also something that cannot be done.”

“Don’t joke around.”

“I’m not kidding!”

Peng Do-geuk said, frowning.

“Yeonho must be going through hell inside there.”

“…….”

At Peng Do-geuk's words, Jang Il's head turned slightly. His eyes caught sight of the pavilion where Wi Yeon-ho was.

'It's hell… … .'

A soft bed, good food, and time spent rolling around without lifting a finger.

Yeah, that's… … .

'It's hell.'

There is no denying it.

Just because your body is comfortable doesn't mean your mind is at peace. If it were Jang Il, I'd rather be rolling in the fires of hell.

“Is it okay?”

“Amitabha.”

Musan put his hands together and shook his head.

“In the end, life is suffering. Everyone goes through hell.”

“Hey, you idiot! Is now the time to be talking nonsense?”

“Nonsense! With illegal means!”

Musan got angry and glared at Jang Il.

But that didn't last long either.

"Everyone experiences their own pain and carries their own weight. No one who breathes can escape this weight. It's just that the burden the donor bears is a little heavier than others."

'Just a little… … .'

The word 'little' does not fit.

“Just watch.”

“I feel comfortable.”

Musan shook his head.

"No one can carry the burden each of us carries for us. We must bear it alone."

“Is that what Buddha meant?”

“Tsk tsk.”

Musan clicked his tongue.

“Why! What!”

"Those who have only just picked up on illegality are saying such things. Don't go around saying such things. You'll be called ignorant."

“Ugh.”

Musan quietly shook his head.

"There's no such thing as Buddha's will. If everything were to proceed as the Buddha decreed, why would anyone bother to make any effort? It's already predetermined. Life is something we can change ourselves. Therefore, those who have converted to Buddhism also diligently practice the Dharma and cultivate themselves. The same goes for the donor above. The hardships he's undergoing now are all the result of the life he's lived…"

Musan looked at the pavilion with a slightly bitter look.

"It's just a shame… because the path he walked was so great, he had to shoulder so much more. If he had been just a little less great, everyone would be sharing his burden right now."

Musan quietly put his hands together.

“Amitabha.”

“Tsk.”

Jang-il's face distorted.

"So what? Are you saying that Wei Yanhu is suffering because we are weak?"

“That’s not wrong.”

“This guy is real!”

“Stop it!”

Zhuge Liang dissuaded Jang Il in a cold voice.

“Raise your voice as the situation demands.”

“Ugh.”

Jang Il sighed and leaned against the wall. Watching him, Jegal Munin also let out a low sigh.

His gaze turned towards the pavilion.

'My lord.'

We must overcome it.

Wi Yeon-ho must win.

certainly.