Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 393

#393

Taejonbirok Volume 16, Episode 18

Chapter 91: The Lazy Man on the Road (3)

It's a terrible thing to wish for someone's absence. It's especially terrifying to think that someone has completely disappeared from this world.

Unless the opponent is an evil person that the world cannot tolerate.

Until yesterday, Jang Il had confidence in something.

I am certain that among those who know Wei Yanho, at least half of them would wish that Wei Yanho did not exist in this world.

But now Jang-il could see.

Surprisingly, those around Wei Yanho harbored a certain fondness for him. Even those who had suffered terribly from him or suffered terribly because of him acknowledged his necessity.

If you think about it, it's only natural.

As laziness and a vicious temperament belied his inaction, Wi Yeon-ho's inaction was unparalleled. It was so remarkable that it made one wonder if anyone at his age had ever achieved such a level of inaction.

The utility of such a person is endless.

Even if we leave aside the hopeful part about how far Wei Yanhu can develop, isn't there countless places where Wei Yanhu's power can be used right now?

'The problem is that it can't be used properly!'

Jang Il cursed the heavens.

This is something that should not happen.

He knew from the start that martial arts were unfair. From the moment of birth, differences between those born into prestigious families and those born into third-rate warrior families were bound to arise.

A third-rate warrior, born in a humble family, could not possibly defeat someone who had been fed various elixirs as baby food, consumed various condiments as side dishes, and trained in the martial arts of a prestigious family. This was an undeniable reality.

It is effort that corrects such unfair reality.

No matter how great a martial art is, it's useless if you don't practice it diligently. Even if you master the most incompetent martial arts, with continued effort, a magpie may eventually surpass a stork.

It was absurd, yet it made sense. Even though it seemed theoretically impossible, the legendary "Gaecheonryong" surprisingly frequently appeared in martial arts.

however…….

'In good conscience, I can't let that guy count!'

There are many strong people in the world of martial arts.

Among them, there are inhumane people, money-mad people, murderers, and all sorts of other people.

But if there was one strong person who really shouldn't appear in the world of martial arts, it was undoubtedly the lazy one.

A strong person who doesn't try hard.

What on earth does this mean?

It was like a horse without legs, or a bird without wings. In martial arts, the strong were always objects of admiration. But how could it be that the object of that admiration was a lazy bum?

“Even the heavens are indifferent.”

But recently, it seemed like he was making some effort, but he quickly reverted back to his old self.

Look at it now.

Look at him lying on the roof of the carriage, whistling!

I'm afraid that someone will see me and learn from me.

If the young Dongryang, who should be the future of the world of martial arts, sees this and asks, "That lazy Wei Yanhu became strong, so why do we have to put in effort?", what should they say?

You have to put in effort because you are different from that guy?

Is he special?

“How can that be the answer!”

Taaak!

The moment Jang-il screamed, a stone flew into his head.

“Kwaaaaak!”

Jang-il clutched his head and rolled to the floor. Wi Yeon-ho's sharp voice echoed over him.

“Why are you making such a fuss and making such a fuss?”

Jang-il suddenly stood up from his spot.

“Can’t you even speak? Can’t you even speak? Is my mouth yours?”

“Why are you making a fuss over others when you were the one who yelled?”

“Can’t you even scream? Can’t you even scream!”

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho rose from the roof of the carriage.

“So what?”

“…….”

“Want to have a go?”

“…….”

Jang-il quietly shut his mouth and returned to his seat.

What can I do, with that thug out there? With another guy, I could probably use logic to try and deal with him, but he's the type of guy who'd just try to argue and then, when he couldn't win with words, kick him to the curb.

And I secretly don't have much confidence in winning with words.

In that he was outmatched in both strength and horsepower, Wi Yeon-ho was truly Jang Il's natural enemy.

“Great Hero.”

Still, Jang Il, unable to let go of his foolishness, secretly sought out Wi Jeong-han. But if it was Wi Jeong-han… … .

“Hey, what are you so dissatisfied with?”

“…….”

Oh, right.

That's what the new investigation said. It's called a stray dog.

In retrospect, that statement was correct. There was no way a seed like Wi Yeon-ho could have come from parents without any problems.

“What are you looking at?”

"……no."

Now, as if he had half-thrown off the nickname of Jeonghyeopgeom, Wei Zhenghan's speech became crooked.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw it, they would misunderstand that his son was kidnapped by the Demonic Cult and was deeply heartbroken, which made Jang-il even more upset.

Jang Il, who had just glanced up at the merciless sky, opened his mouth.

“Are you almost there at Cheon Iryeon?”

“Are you asking me that now that I am open?”

“……I’m sorry. I’m a little out of my mind.”

It was like a fisherman asking a farmer for directions to the water.

'Let's see… If we keep going like this, will we get there soon?'

Considering the long journey to Sacheon, it was an impossibly quick arrival, but it was worth it.

The weakest person here right now is Jang Il. And even that weak Jang Il possessed the stamina to run for about ten days without eating or drinking.

If it weren't for that carriage, I would have already arrived and been patting my belly.

“Do I really need to pull this carriage?”

“Then do you want to carry it?”

“Doesn’t that guy have any feet?”

"But at least it's not meant for walking. It's definitely not meant for running. I know this very well, having watched it for nearly twenty years."

“……I guess so.”

At this point, there is nothing to say.

Of course, Jang Il-do also recognized that it would be a hundred times faster to transport him on an ox cart than to let him walk on his own.

But what I don't understand at all!

“Can’t that guy even speak?”

“I went missing while riding a horse.”

“…….”

"I couldn't get back on the horse because I was so upset. Why? Are you dissatisfied?"

"……doesn't exist."

Now that I think about it, I think I heard something like that from Wisanho. He said that if he hadn't gone on horseback at least, he wouldn't have lost Wiyeonho like that.

So I couldn't blame that part.

But Jang Il still had a secret weapon left.

“Then why on earth isn’t he in the carriage, but instead he’s lying there on the roof?”

“It must be cool.”

“Oh, no…….”

“Look here, you little rascal.”

"……yes."

Wi Jeong-han clicked his tongue and said.

“Once you start to hate someone, you start to hate everything about them.”

“…….”

“But do you know what will happen if you keep nitpicking?”

“Oh, what’s going on?”

“You’re getting uglier.”

“…….”

Jang Il looked at the distant sky.

"Just think of it as a natural disaster. Who would blame a typhoon for being damaged by one? They'd just think they were unlucky."

“Thank you for teaching me…….”

It brings tears to my eyes.

If another father had spoken like this, Jang Il would have frowned, but he had no choice but to acknowledge Wi Jeong-han's words. In a way, Wi Jeong-han was Wi Yeon-ho's greatest victim.

Now that I think about it, it hasn't been that long since I first saw you, but it seems like your white hair has grown back in the meantime.

“Great Hero.”

“Why is that?”

“I hope nothing bad happens at Cheon Iryeon?”

“What the heck…….”

Wi Jeong-han smiled faintly.

"I hope nothing happens. That's a good thing. But that's just how things work out. I just hope nothing happens."

“…….”

Jang Il blinked, feeling that the words of the wise man sounded meaningful.

'No, right?'

Wi Jeong-han's attitude, his speech, and his facial expression were subtly, very subtly different from usual… …but that couldn't be right. Could he really be deliberately trying to cause trouble?

I'm a person who shudders at the thought of the accidents that Wi Jeong-han and Wi Yeon-ho cause, so how could something like that really happen?

Even after suffering so much, Jang Il still believed in the truth. At this point, it was almost religious, but Jang Il's faith remained steadfast.

And as always, people are most hurt when their faith is broken.

“Is this the city?”

“That’s right.”

“Have you ever been to the Holy Land?”

"huh."

“Have you ever been here?”

Jang Il's face distorted at Peng Do-geuk's question, which seemed surprising.

“Who the hell do you think I am?”

"the poor."

“No, this kid…….”

Why does it feel bad when a beggar is called a beggar?

Jang Il realized that his identity as a beggar had been greatly destroyed.

"I'm a sogeolgae. And a sogeolgae must be well-versed in all the world's information. In my first year as a sogeolgae, I traveled all over the world. I even stopped by Seongdo along the way."

“So you were just wandering around aimlessly.”

“Information! Information!”

“Why are you so angry?”

Jang-il hit his chest.

As I stood by Wi Yeon-ho's side, the others seemed to gradually see him as a fool. Of course, Jang-il was a fool, but that wasn't the kind of fool he was. He was like a fox, like a dog… … No, I think that fool was better. That's even more insulting.

Anyway, the more these guys went by, the more he felt like they were ignoring him.

“I am a person who must know all the sects and all the powers in the world.”

"It's certainly a relief to have that information. It's a valuable guide."

“…….”

Jang Il's shoulders slumped.

That's true. What's the point of knowing that? All I do is guide the Wiyeonho.

Jang Il forced down the moisture welling up in his eyes. If he'd known this was what would happen to him, even Wang Geji wouldn't have told him to stick with Wi Yeon-ho. Something more constructive…

'No, honestly, I think it would have been the same.'

And then you must have held your stomach and laughed.

Rotten.

"So how much further does Cheon Iryeon have to go? Seongdo isn't a small city."

“Well, if it’s all here, it’s all here, and if it’s not enough, it’s not enough.”

“……What does that mean?”

Jang-il turned his head slightly and looked at Peng Do-geuk with pitiful eyes.

“If you want to grow a little more, at least take an interest in the world’s affairs.”

“Just explain it to me. Then I’ll understand.”

“What kind of place is Cheon Iryeon?”

“……Don’t chase after clouds.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Jang Il clicked his tongue and continued speaking.

"The Cheonuiyeon isn't a precise entity like the Jeongmu Alliance. To be precise, it's the Sacheon Martial Arts Alliance. Therefore, everything in Sacheon can be considered Cheonuiyeon, that's what I'm saying."

"everywhere?"

The moment he understood the meaning of those words, Peng Do-geuk's face hardened.

The previously ordinary-looking battlefields and shops began to look unusual. Jang-il chuckled as he watched the chaos unfold.

“Be careful. We’re already inside Cheon Iryeon’s ship.”

But there were some people who weren't nervous about those words.

“Where is Cheon Iryeon? What the hell are you talking about?”

“…….”

What are you doing, ghost, why aren't you catching Wi Yeon-ho?