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Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 2
Chapter 63: Lazy Man, Make a Decision (2)
“Did you say bloodline?”
Baek Hoe-myeong shouted in horror.
"fizzle."
The elder put his finger in front of his mouth as if telling them to be quiet.
The fact that the elder, who was always cautious, was being so careful even though there was no one around to hear it, told us how serious a matter this was.
“But I haven’t heard that you have the blood of a demon?”
“They say that they didn’t tell anyone. When the child was born, the odds were already against them, so it’s said that the demon lord didn’t reveal his existence.”
“Where on earth did you hear that? They say it’s a rumor, but I’ve never heard of it. My information is not far behind the Gaebong or Haomun.”
The elder nodded.
“Of course, it is the position of Sogaju that one must listen to everything the world has to say. However, even if it is Gaebong or Haomun, they do not know about the affairs of the Demonic Cult.”
“……Do you mean those words came out of their mouths?”
“It’s hard to say more. However, please know that my family has been working for the martial arts world for a long time, and that its hand has extended to the religious world as well.”
Baek Hoe-myeong's body trembled.
'Are you saying that the power of the family extends even to the Demonic Cult?'
He thought he knew most of the family by now, but every time he heard something like this, he realized it anew. The family's power was deeper and wider than he imagined.
Sometimes, he himself felt like a puppet who moved according to the will of the family. As if he knew what Baek Hoe-myeong was thinking, the elder quietly opened his mouth.
“It was something prepared for generations. The grandfather and great-grandfather of Sogaju had the power to rule the world, but they recognized that their power was not enough to govern the Central Plains and turned their backs on the world as barbarians. Do not forget that the resentment of the family is so deep that those who could have been called the best in the world at any time endured the life of barbarians.”
“Yes. I never forgot.”
"anyway……."
The elder seemed to hesitate for a moment, then smiled broadly.
“Rumors are just rumors. And if the bloodline of the Demon Lord had survived, there is no reason why he would not have appeared by now. He is already of an adult age. If any more time passes, he will not be able to properly master the magic left behind by the Demon Lord.”
“……Isn’t there a chance that you’ve already mastered it?”
“That is impossible. I can say this for sure. The Maje’s martial arts cannot be taught by oneself.”
Although I had some questions, it was not polite to question what the elder was saying.
“It’s just an old man’s curious guess. If you are the lord, you must have various strategies to move the Demonic Cult, even if it’s not something like that.”
“Yes.”
“Anyway, this time the church will follow our will. We are almost done moving to the volcano.”
“Is there no chance they noticed?”
“You will know.”
“……Then isn’t that a big deal?”
“You know someone is coming, right? But…….”
The corners of the elder's mouth curled up.
“It doesn’t matter. Those they catch will all be Green Forest scum. At best, they’ll think, ‘The Green Forest King is after something.’ They won’t notice any real movements.”
“I will trust you, uncle.”
“You should trust them, not me. So, Your Majesty, just think about making this undertaking a success.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Although he answered cheerfully, Baek Hwe-myeong's face was not bright.
What I heard a little while ago kept bothering me.
'The blood of the devil… … .'
What if such a person really exists?
What if the Demon Lord, who holds the power of the Demonic Cult in one hand, leaves behind his bloodline and the Demonic Cult unites again around him?
'The world will fall into chaos again.'
But from their perspective, it could be an opportunity. If they could put an end to the chaos caused by the descendants of the Demon Lord, the world would never forget their existence again.
To cool his confused head, Baek Huimyeong quietly closed his eyes.
***
His eyes were like blades.
His eyes, filled with coldness, even made his colleagues fear him. His cleanliness, which was close to being impeccable and could not tolerate even the slightest injustice, might have seemed more irritating to those around him than his enemies.
The man knew that fact too.
Although they were comrades fighting together, the man was not so insensitive as to not notice that they secretly looked down on him.
'You're really claiming to be a political party.'
He had heard enough of the nonsense that fish cannot live in water that is too clear. Every time he heard it, the man had to endure a strong nauseating feeling as if something dirty was welling up inside him.
How much of an extent can we go to pollute the water for fish that can only survive in dirty water?
It irritated the man that there were people who had the audacity to say that they were fish that could not survive unless they were in dirty water.
'They're all rotten.'
That's why he couldn't hang out with them today either.
After a battle, it was common to drink alcohol all night to soothe the aching stomach, but the man had left the camp and was wandering around here alone.
Gangho was not the place he had thought it would be.
Those who knew about negotiation existed only in storybooks. On the outside, they were known for their cooperation, but behind the scenes, they were the most rotten of all: the Gangho.
There are those who truly think of Kangho, but there are too few of them. And perhaps because of the protracted war, those who compromise by emphasizing reality are starting to appear.
'Are you saying that the world of martial arts is nothing more than a battleground for ogres?'
It may be too early for him, still so young, to feel regret. But isn't it impossible to explain this feeling that weighs heavily on his body without calling it regret?
I was desperate for a glass of strong alcohol.
Those who called him senior said that he was still too innocent, and those who called themselves his friends said that he was still too young.
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What about yourself?
How should he evaluate himself?
stargazer?
Or an idealist?
The man laughed quietly.
'You must be an idiot.'
Either that or he's a psychopath with obsessive compulsive disorder.
The man shook his head and walked a little closer to the riverbank.
In an instant, a strong scent of alcohol pierced his nose.
The man's gaze slowly turned towards the direction from which the scent was coming.
'style.'
This smell was quite familiar.
It was the smell of cheap food sold in the street, something that precious people who fought for the Central Plains without sparing their own lives to face the invasion of the Demonic Cult would not even dare to put in their mouths.
It was a smell that couldn't even be called a fragrance. You couldn't find any flavor, it was just so poisonous that you would pour it down your throat with the thought of 'drinking it quickly and getting drunk and passing out.'
and…….
The smell of that cheap shipper was now stirring the man's heart.
The most fitting scent in this battlefield might not be the fragrant scent of the liquor wafting from his camp, but the scent of that liquor. Thinking so, the man walked towards the direction from which the scent was wafting.
And the man who pushed his way through the lush reeds was able to find a small open space that was barely visible between the reeds, and he was also able to find a man in black sitting there, drinking alcohol.
The man looked at the man in black for a moment, unable to do anything.
There was something about the figure of the man in black sitting alone, drinking under the dim moonlight, that caught one's attention.
The manly jawline of the black man, shaded by the moonlight, made me think that he was a man, but he looked like a painting. It was like a scene from an old ink painting.
The man in black slowly turns his head.
“You are an intruder.”
Low voice.
It was a low voice with a pleasant resonance.
“I'm sorry.”
The man lowered his head quietly.
It seemed as if he had interfered in this perfect space and ruined the mood. The man in black spoke to the man who was about to turn around and leave.
“Shouldn’t we be celebrating this victory? I didn’t know there would be anyone else like me who broke away from the crowd and celebrated victory.”
The man smiled bitterly.
“I really don’t like noisy things.”
“Me too.”
The man in black quietly looked at the man, then picked up a bottle of alcohol lying next to him. Then he threw it at the man.
chin.
The man who caught the flying bottle of alcohol looked at the man in black with questioning eyes.
“If you become a drinking buddy, you might not be an uninvited guest.”
The man laughed softly.
“Are you telling me to make friends with someone who ran away because they hate people?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to just make it quiet?”
The man couldn't help but laugh at the man in black's shameless attitude.
I don't know how long it's been since I've seen such an honest attitude.
“What is your name?”
"name?"
“If you’re a friend, shouldn’t you at least know his name?”
“Well, if they are true friends, then status and name probably don’t matter, right?”
“We’re not that close, are we?”
The man in black nodded and opened his mouth.
“My name is Jeokmokwoo.”
The man frowned.
'What a strange name.'
There is no way that a parent would name their child with the meaning of puppet. It was clearly a pseudonym, but the man did not bother to ask about it.
Whatever, it's just a one-night stand.
"I am……."
The man opened his mouth quietly.
“I am called a righteous man.”
Wi Jeong-han suddenly sat up.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his bewildered face.
'Old dreams.'
Wi Jeong-han raised his hand and wiped his face.
Judging from the fact that he had a dream he hadn't had in a while, it seemed like what was going to happen today was quite a burden to him.
'I have to forget.'
Wi Jeong-han turned his head and looked at Han Sang-ah, who was sleeping soundly. Han Sang-ah had been tossing and turning all night because her two sons were going to be married today, and she had finally fallen asleep in the morning.
Wi Jeong-han, who had been looking at Han Sang-ah with a longing expression for a long time, carefully got up so as not to wake her. Wi Jeong-han, who got out of bed and sat down at the table, poured tea into a cup and drank it slowly.
'It's today.'
Today is finally the day.
The day has come for Weishanho and Weiyeonho to compete. Wei Zhenghan let out a low sigh.
I never thought that something like this would happen. It was something that a father would not want to see. In other families, the scene of children competing with each other for their achievements might be welcome, but not in my family.
Because the wise cannot truly rejoice in anyone's victory.
I turned my head to look out the window and saw dazzling sunlight streaming in through the gap in the window. It was different from the dim moonlight that day.
"……honey."
"hmm?"
Han Sang-ah woke up and was looking at him.
“Oh, I told you to be careful, but it looks like I woke you up. There’s still time, so sleep a little more.”
“Honey, are our kids okay?”
Wi Jeong-han smiled brightly at Han Sang-ah's seemingly unexpected question.
“Why are you saying such an obvious thing?”
Wi Jeong-han spoke as it came from his heart.
“No matter who wins, no one will be hurt. They are our children. They are the kind of children who will do that.”