Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 263

# 263

Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 13

Chapter 65: The Lazy Man, Cheers (3)

Wi Yeon-ho walked with a staggering pace.

'Oh, that's annoying.'

It's funny how people develop tendencies when they become engrossed in something. If a person who was lazy continues to be lazy, their laziness will not decrease but rather increase.

In that sense, it must have been the reality of not being able to be lazy to his heart's content recently that made Wi Yeon-ho like this.

Even though it was a situation where he couldn't rest properly because of the noise coming from below, the scene where Wi Yeon-ho got out of bed on his own two feet and went down was something that would have made Wi Jeong-han rub his eyes if he had seen it, and Han Sang-ah be shocked if she had seen it.

Even Wei Yanhui himself found it strange.

'Was I originally this broad-minded?'

Even if there were people who came to see him, if he accepted them all, Wei Yanhu would not be Wei Yanhu. However, seeing him go down like this, it seemed that Wei Yanhu had really changed a lot since he came out of the cave.

“What is it?”

As soon as Wei Yanho went down the stairs, he opened his eyes.

The large living room, which was designed as a reception room under the stairs, was filled with people. Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as he saw that every table and chair was filled with people.

“So, the person who came to me…….”

“I'm going to sleep.”

"yes?"

At that moment, people discovered Wei Yanhu and cheered.

“Oh, my gosh!”

“Waiting for you, Sohyeop! I am Taejongmu (太鍾巫) of Jeongju! I came here to have a cup of tea!”

“Where is this guy doing this trick! You idiot! It’s me! I got here first.”

“Get out of the way! What does it matter who came first? What matters is who the above So-hyeop wants to meet!”

“What? Are you done talking?”

Wi Yeon-ho listened to the people who started to chatter noisily. Then he looked back at Ho-cheol-san and asked.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Huh? There’s no such thing.”

“But why are those people doing this to me?”

“Ah, that’s…….”

Ho-cheol-san looked at Wi-yeon-ho with a subtle expression.

'Are you really asking because you don't know? After all, I don't even know who the Dark King is.'

The only person who didn't know exactly what he had done was, ironically, Wei Yan-ho himself. Wei Yan-ho merely taught the old man who was attacking him a lesson about not letting people know that he should not poison them, but it didn't end there.

By defeating the Dark King, no, by literally beating the Dark King, Wei Yanhu's status rose to the ranks of the best martial artists in the world.

It was an event with such a big impact that the volcano rain event, which had been held amidst much talk, was forgotten.

It seems that Wi Yeon-ho himself is not particularly aware of it.

In other words, rising in status meant that the number of people who wanted to build a network with him increased dramatically.

Even if you were just the highest paid player, there would be people lining up just to have a word with you, but if you are not just a master, but someone who has reached the top of the martial arts world at a young age, you are more valuable in terms of connections.

That's why so many people rushed in from the morning and kept pestering them, asking when Wi Yeon-ho would come down.

In the meantime, the other participants of the political alliance were killed.

If the people who came were people of moderate fame, Wei Yanho would have kicked them out and told them to come back later since he was resting, but looking at the faces of the people who were filling this place right now, they could have set out to defeat the Demonic Cult right away.

Even Taejongmu, who was fighting over who would be the first to talk to Wi Yeonho, was said to be scarier than the grim reaper in the Jeongju region.

'That kind of person is trying to grab a kid and have a word with him.'

No matter how many absurd things happen in the world of martial arts, they are probably the only ones who have seen this sight.

“Everyone wants to become friends with Wi Yeon-ho.”

"why?"

“Oh, that’s…….”

Are you asking because you don't know?

Networking is power, and power is networking.

One of the biggest reasons why the Jamryongmu-gwan, which Wisan-ho, Wiyeon-ho's older brother, belongs to, is still maintained despite questions about its utility is because, rather than simply training within the family, training in the mu-gwan and building connections is more helpful in the long run.

Networking can sometimes be power, and sometimes it can be knowledge. That's why it's beneficial to build relationships with talented people in advance.

“There’s nothing wrong with having good relationships with good people.”

“Isn’t there anything good for me?”

“No, not the one above, but over there…….”

Ho-cheol-san, who was speaking, couldn't help but be puzzled.

'Now that I think about it, it's strange.'

If Wi Yeon-ho was a normal person like other unmanned people, he could have built up connections and helped them in some way. But Wi Yeon-ho is Wi Yeon-ho.

There was no way I could get help with this kind of weak relationship I had built up. It was unimaginable that someone who would not move because it was too annoying to see a thief breaking into his house would take the trouble to help someone else.

"ah!"

Only then did Ho-cheol-san realize where the problem had originated.

'These people don't know.'

Everyone who knows about Wei Yanhui knows that he is the world's greatest slacker. But the problem is that only those who really know know about him. Wei Yanhui is one of those people whose interpersonal relationships are extremely narrow, and it was only recently that his existence became known to people.

Of course, people who have only just now come to know of Wei Yanhui's existence will not know that he is a lazy person.

‘This isn’t good… … .’

Ho-cheol-san looked at Wi-yeon-ho with anxious eyes.

Wi Yeon-ho looked around with an annoyed expression on his face, clearly expressing the feeling that he had come down for no reason.

“Why did you come all this way, hoping to get something to eat?”

“You should keep your mouth shut when you say things like that.”

“Why? Did I say something wrong?”

“The truth is more dangerous!”

“……Huh? That seems right?”

As Wei Yanho, slightly behind in logic, was looking for a counterattack, someone came inside.

“Is this the residence of the Jeongmu Alliance?”

It was a low voice.

However, the voice spread with a strong resonance, instantly capturing the attention of the people. Those who looked back without realizing it could not help but tense up when they realized that the voice coming from behind them was filled with magnificent internal energy.

“The sword is perfect.”

“Do-wan?”

The people looked back with terrified eyes.

“I knew you’d come all the way to Do-wan.”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.

How great of a person is this Do-wan that everyone here is so surprised?

“Who are you?”

Ho-cheol-san said with a slightly tired expression.

“Do, Do-wan. This is Peng Chao-yeon, the current head of the Habuk Peng family!”

“Habukpengga?”

Wi Yeon-ho clapped his hands as if he understood.

“Huh? So you’re the water ghost father?”

"……yes?"

“You know, the water ghost. Pengdo theater?”

“Oh, yes. He is the father of the Pengdo Theater.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

“Looking at the father of that Pengdo drama, I guess he’s not a very successful person. If you see that his son is a water ghost, you can tell what kind of person his father is.”

You're insulting your father right now.

If the great hero had heard those words, he would have denied it, spitting blood and saying, "That's not true."

It was fortunate that there was no one in this place.

Do-Wan Peng Zhao-Yuan glanced around and then fixed his gaze on Wei Yan-Ho.

“Yes, are you Wi Yeon-ho?”

"yes?"

“I was passing by here when I heard a rumor from the volcano, and it piqued my interest so much that I came here. Are you that Wi Yeon-ho?”

“Yes. I am Wi Yeon-ho, right?”

“I see.”

Peng Zhao Yan smiled brightly.

“It is a precious thing to have a connection with someone who will become a hero. How about it? Can you spare a moment for this scribe?”

“I’m busy.”

“…….”

Peng Zhao Yan's face twitched at Wei Yan Ho's answer, which came out without a moment's hesitation.

“……It seems I have bothered someone I had an appointment with. If it’s not too much trouble, may I ask what I should do?”

“Are you okay?”

“…….”

Peng Zhao Yan’s face began to twitch wildly. It was truly amazing that he could express his discomfort like this with his face. And the more Peng Zhao Yan’s face expressed his discomfort, the more Ho Cheol San’s body next to Wi Yeon Ho began to twist.

'Hey, you crazy bastard! I'm talking about Panggaran!'

There is no one in the world who can ignore the Habuk Peng family. And there is even less who can ignore the head of the Habuk Peng family. It is not because they are a family with authority equivalent to that of an emperor in Habuk.

'All those Pangka guys are half-crazy!'

There is a saying in the world of martial arts that you should never associate with someone who has the last name Hwangbo or Peng. People from the Habuk Peng family are famous for their violent temperaments.

While the timid Peng Do-geuk and the cautious Peng Do-hyeong are treated as strange people even in the Habuk Peng family, isn't their father Peng Jo-yeon considered a truly Peng family-like man?

To put it nicely, he is a cheerful person, but to put it badly, he has anger management problems.

“You said you had to sleep now and couldn’t talk to me?”

“Wow, you understand quickly. My son has such a hard time understanding what I say, I thought you would be the same.”

At this moment, Ho-cheol-san was able to realize what liberation was.

'Do whatever you want.'

He was fanning the flames by touching the head of the Habuk Peng family, who had been told to handle it with care like a bomb.

It was already too late to explain the dangers of Pengga to Wei Yanhui.

Peng Zhao Yan's body trembled.

Peng Zhao Yan, with bloodshot eyes, opened his mouth as if he was going to tear Wi Yeon Ho apart at any moment.

“That, that’s it! That, that, that!”

As Peng Zhao Yan began to stutter, the people in the audience began to retreat in a hurry to the opposite side of him.

'Isn't that the beginning?'

'The rumors were true.'

If it had exploded without anyone noticing, it would have been no different from a natural disaster, but the reason why Peng Zhao Yan was treated as a human in the martial arts world was because he sent out a clear signal to those around him before it exploded.

When they saw the head of the Peng family who started to stutter, they were told over and over again to run away from that place, regardless of the reason.

“Come out, come out! Come out, talk, talk, talk!”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head while looking at Peng Jo-yeon.

“Are you sick?”

“Eww!”

As Peng Zhao Yan began to scream, the people in the crowd began to rush out through the windows.

“It exploded!”

“Run away!”

“Come, call the people!”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as he watched the people running away in fear.

“Why is everyone like that?”

“…….”

Ho-cheol-san smiled as if he had been liberated.

'I was wrong.'

No matter what, he should never have brought this human being in front of all these people, but who can blame him when he was the one who threw sparks into the straw?

And at that moment, Peng Zhao Yan screamed and rushed at Wei Yan Ho.

“This little rat!”