Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 268

# 268

Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 18

Chapter 66: The Lazy Man, Begins (3)

“Hmm, interesting.”

Cheongyeongja looked at the stage with nervous eyes.

'What on earth does this mean, being nervous?'

Cheongyeongja laughed hollowly.

I thought he was old enough to not be so easily swayed by such things, but it seems that the spirit of victory is still alive in his heart.

My heart races even over a match that has nothing to do with volcanoes.

'Perhaps it's because it has nothing to do with volcanoes.'

If the person in that position was a disciple of Hwasan or Wei Yanhu, Qing Yingzi would not have been able to enjoy the match as much as she did now. If the child of Hwasan had been in the finals, she would have hoped to win somehow, and if Wei Yanhu had been in that position, she would have had to worry about the changes that would occur as she fought for the position of the best late-game index in the world.

But it wasn't a match right before our eyes.

It's a strange situation, but even though this match is the final, it doesn't really affect the overall situation. After all, Wei Yanhu had already taken all the glory that the winner of this competition should have.

So there is no burden.

What remains is a question as fundamental as it is pure.

The question was, 'Which of the two is stronger?'

It seemed like everyone else was thinking the same thing, as Sangseok was bustling with energy for the first time in a long while.

“Who do you think will win?”

“Well, wouldn’t that be just luck of the day?”

“But isn’t it Wisanho? Baekgeomyeong may have had a reputation in the past, but can he match Wisanho in the present? There are more than a few who were famous as prodigies in their childhood and then disappeared without a trace.”

“That’s a different case. If Baek Geum-yeong had no achievements, then I don’t know, but didn’t he make it to the finals? It was a landslide victory. We have to assume that the Baek Geum-yeong of the past has built up his skills. In that case, wouldn’t Wi San-ho also have a hard time?”

“The overwhelming victory is the same for Wisanho. Except for Wiyeonho, no one has been able to properly receive Wisanho’s three seconds.”

Those at the top began to engage in a noisy discussion.

'It's not that difficult.'

Cheongyeongja smiled happily as she watched the discussion among the members.

In fact, he had no idea who would win between Wisanho and Baekgeomyeong. Even though they were at a level where they could guess the general level of martial arts skills just by looking at their appearance, Baekgeomyeong and Wisanho were already beyond their guesses.

So it can't help but be interesting.

“What do you think, Mr. Jang?”

“Umm…….”

Cheongyeongja furrowed her brows at the sudden question directed at him.

“Personally, I think that Wisanho is a little ahead.”

“Why?”

“This is real life.”

Cheongyeongja looked around. Everyone was looking at him with curious faces.

“I think Baek Geom-yeong’s talent is no less than Wi San-ho’s. In the past, before Wi San-ho gained fame, Baek Geom-yeong was treated similarly. However, there were some parts that were a bit unclear. Wi San-ho was definitely a contrast to those around him, but Baek Geom-yeong was evaluated that way based on only a few anecdotes and achievements.”

“That’s definitely true.”

“Even if Baekgeomyeong had the same level of skill as Wisanho, there would have been a difference in the speed of development. Wisanho has experienced many real-life battles in recent years. His nickname, Cheokmageom, says it all. In terms of having experienced many real-life battles with a real sword and life, I would like to raise my hand for Wisanho.”

“Ugh.”

Then, one person raised his hand.

“Instead of this, how about we make a bet?”

“A bet?”

Cheongyeongja's eyes frowned slightly.

“Okay, calm down. I’m not asking you to bet money, I’m just asking you to buy us a drink while we’re at the after-party.”

“Huh?”

People started to show interest.

“This kind of match is more fun to watch if there is a bet.”

“That’s true, but…….”

The people in the group began to look at each other with subtle glances. If it were a private place, the betting would have already begun, but since it was a public place, they couldn't help but be aware of each other.

If this match had been a normal final, this kind of talk wouldn't have happened, but since it was a final with nothing much at stake, my heart feels a little lighter.

“If it’s about the price of alcohol…….”

“It’s not the amount that matters, it’s the amount.”

“There are a lot of people, so wouldn’t it be a bit much for Jin to split the cost of the drinks? In that case, it would be better to just give him one nyang.”

“Ugh…….”

Cheongyeongja nodded.

“Well, would that be a big problem?”

“Hahahaha! As expected, you are very angry.”

“Then where will you live?”

Cheongyeongja took out a silver coin from her bosom and placed it on the table.

“I’ll bet on Wisanho.”

“Then me too.”

"me too!"

Money poured in like a torrent. Those who did not have money borrowed money from the person next to them and bet.

And when the results came out, everyone started to panic.

“……Are you all betting on Weisanho?”

“Then the bet won’t work?”

There were nearly twenty people at the table, but not a single one of them bet money on Baek Geum-yeong.

The Chinese people are starting to get their appetites back.

“It seems that you see a greater difference between the White Sword and the Coral Reef than you thought.”

“I guess the performance thing is a bit…….”

“Ugh, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it. I have no choice but to take the money back…….”

Boom!

At that moment, something fell on the table.

"huh?"

Gold.

A golden coin, shining yellow and radiating majesty, flew onto the table. Those who turned their heads to find the person who threw the coin were wide-eyed.

“Then I’ll hang it on the other side.”

The one who threw the money was Wi Yeon-ho.

“……You’re going to bet on Baek Geum-yeong?”

First, it was in order to discuss whether Wi Yeon-ho was qualified to participate in this bet, but the amount of money Wi Yeon-ho had put in and the fact that he had bet on Baek Geom-yeong made the procedure forgotten.

“I’ll ask you again. Are you asking for Baek Geom-yeong instead of Wi San-ho?”

“If I bet with my brother, the bet won’t be made.”

“……One nyang of gold?”

“Yes, well… I’d like to pay you twenty nyang, but I don’t have any change right now.”

"omg."

The people in the middle began to tremble at the thought of throwing away gold coins because they had no change.

'You have to be careful not to make a fuss about money.'

'I heard that guy made a lot of money.'

'Come to think of it, our sect also gave money to that guy.'

There was a look of venom on the faces of those who thought that perhaps he might become the greatest traitor in the Central Plains.

Regardless of the era or situation, when a cousin buys land, it's bound to hurt.

“Then how is this going to be distributed? If we were to split up one nyang of gold…….”

“Well, for now, it’s okay since each person only needs to take five nyang.”

As the others mumbled their words, Wei Yanhu shrugged his shoulders.

“If you want to spend more, you can walk more. Then the person who walks further will get more.”

“Now, just a moment!”

Someone took out several more silver coins from their bosom.

“Can we walk further?”

“T, this is going to get too complicated!”

“Then why don’t we appoint a general affairs manager? Someone bring the writing brush and ink!”

Looking at Sangseok, who had suddenly become confused, Cheongyeongja looked at Wiyeonho with a dejected expression.

'How come everything he does gets worse?'

It was truly an amazing talent.

It took a long time for the situation to be sorted out. Everyone was competing to put in money, and eventually the amount exceeded Wei Yanhu’s bet. The dilemma of what to do was resolved when Wei Yanhu threw in another nyang of gold.

Several similar incidents occurred, resulting in a huge gambling table with a total stake of over ten nyang.

As both of us raised the amount, it suddenly became overheated.

The decisive blow was what Wi Yeon-ho said, “I’ll lend you the money you need.”

If he had only bet the money he had, it wouldn't have turned out like this, but Wi Yeon-ho, who had figured out the human tendency to gamble even if it meant borrowing money, skillfully opened his mouth and increased the stakes.

The thought of 'Is this really okay?' came to mind later, but the situation had already degenerated from a simple bet on the cost of drinks into a secret gambling table for the upper class that would be a headache if it were known.

“I think the board has gotten too big…….”

“Then get out.”

“Who, who said it was missing?”

Cheongyeongja took a deep breath. She was thinking that she should step forward and stop him now, but… … .

'What do I know?'

Anyway, these were people I wouldn't be able to see again after today passed. It was burdensome to say bad things to them.

There was one thing that Cheongyeongja was really curious about.

“But you……”

"yes?"

“I think the money you bet is worth five nyang?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Are you okay? Losing that would be a major blow, wouldn’t it?”

“No. I still have enough money. I also have money from the adult at the volcano.”

At that moment, Cheongyeongja's body swayed.

'That money was my money.'

It was money I barely managed to save by not eating and saving on things I spent. How proud I felt every time I saw the gold shining in the safe.

Of course, it wasn't money saved for personal use. When I thought that the money I had saved to repair the old pavilion and promote the development of the volcano was being used for gambling, I felt like crying.

“……That, that’s right. But isn’t that a lot of money?”

“It’s my daughter’s fault anyway.”

"hmm?"

Cheongyeongja's eyes shook slightly.

“Are you saying that Baekgeomyeong is defeating Wisanho right now?”

“I guess so.”

“……Why? Don’t you know your brother’s skills the best?”

“I know right.”

“And yet you’re saying that Baekgeomyeong won?”

The people held their breath and waited for Wei Yanhu’s answer. They didn’t think much of it, but at this point they were curious as to why Wei Yanhu had bet money on Baek Geomyeong.

“If we judge only by appearances, my brother would win.”

"hmm……."

“That gentleman came up relatively easily, but it is true that he is still one step behind what my brother showed.”

"yes."

That's why everyone said they didn't know, but they still bet money on the coral.

“But that guy is a bit sinister.”

“Sinister?”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded.

“That fat guy likes to fool people, so he doesn’t show everything he has. If he were to reveal his true abilities, even if he’s my older brother, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with him. It’s not like there are no variables, but it’s true that that fat guy is strong.”

'Fat guy?'

Cheongyeongja looked back at the stage.

They both have bodies that could be considered perfect for a drone, but who the hell is the fat one?

“Fat guy?”

“……Yes. That fat guy.”

When Wi Yeon-ho pointed to Baek Geom-yeong, Cheong Yeong-ja tilted her head.

“What are you talking about? A fat guy?”

“There is something like that.”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho looked away from Cheong Yeong-ja, who tilted her head in confusion, and smiled at Baek Geom-yeong.

'It looks like the milk has been processed.'

It was fun to see him as a fat guy dripping with sweat, but it was less fun when he appeared in such a state of offering sacrifices. He must have become several times stronger since he released the power he had suppressed through oil processing.

'Do you think you can handle that, hyung?'

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes also sank slightly.