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Taejonbirok Volume 17, Episode 3
Chapter 93: Lazy, Bored (3)
"ah!"
Wi Yeon-ho turned around. Suddenly, an old man approached him from behind.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Wi Yeon-ho quickly lowered his head.
No matter how shameless he was, he knew it was wrong to come into a place where no one was present. If he did something wrong, he deserved an apology.
“I asked who it was.”
“I am a married man.”
“Wei Yanhu?”
"yes."
The old man glanced at Wei Yanhu with an expressionless face and said:
“Why are you here?”
“That's a bit long, if you will.”
“Tell me.”
“I was looking for a restaurant because I was hungry… I smelled food here so I went in, but it wasn’t a restaurant.”
"restaurant?"
"yes."
The old man tilted his head.
“Aren’t you a guest visiting the Tang family?”
“Uh… if you think about it, that’s true.”
"How strange. It's probably the custom of the Tang family to have guests' meals brought to their rooms."
At the old man's words, Wei Yanho scratched his head awkwardly.
"I used to get food delivered to my room, but I missed the opportunity because of something I was doing. I was embarrassed to ask for it to be brought back, so I was looking for a suitable place…"
"It was a waste of effort. The family doesn't run a separate restaurant."
“Oh, then where do you eat?”
"There's a place to prepare food, but it's delivered to the room. And the food is prepared separately in several places. If you're running a group meal, it's a big deal if something happens that causes poisoning."
“Ah… I see.”
Most prestigious families, with their numerous diners and family members, often operated their own restaurants. So, I assumed the Dang family would have its own restaurant, too, but it seems that wasn't the case.
“Then just say it like that! Those bad guys.”
“Bad guys?”
Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his lips and said.
“I met a lot of people while I was looking for a restaurant, and no one told me there was no restaurant.”
"okay?"
The old man's eyes became strange.
If this child had been a guest, they should have told him about it. The fact that they didn't tell him about it suggests that the family members were intentionally trying to trick him.
Wei Yanho nodded to the old man who was thinking deeply about its meaning.
"Thank you for saving me time. Thank you. Well, I'll be going now."
“Just wait.”
"yes?"
The old man pointed to the table with his hand.
“Eat and go.”
“Hey, no. It’s not my food. I’ll go and scrape some scorched rice to eat.”
“I can’t eat all that by myself anyway.”
“Huh?”
Wi Yeon-ho looked back and forth between the table and the old man with a slightly surprised expression.
“Are you doing that alone?”
“I see. They told me to just bring enough to fill my stomach, but I have to eat it without listening.”
The old man said as if he was annoyed.
“It’s definitely a bit much for one person. It’ll feed ten people.”
“Money is rotting away.”
The old man shook his head as if he didn't like it.
"So, eat and go. It's already food, isn't it? If you ask someone for food now, others will have to suffer. It's better to share food that would otherwise be thrown away."
“That sounds very reasonable and reasonable.”
“Is that so?”
The old man walked over without saying a word and sat down at the table. Wi Yeon-ho followed suit and sat down across from him.
“Eat.”
"thank you for this food."
The old man smiled subtly as he watched Wei Yanho begin to eat his food in a hurry.
'What a strange guy.'
The old man wasn't exactly a sociable person. If I had to categorize him, I'd say he was extremely lacking in social skills. Even in his many families, there wasn't anyone he could say was particularly close to.
The older ones disliked him as eccentric, and the younger ones looked down on him.
Of course, there was no complaint about that. The old man also thought it was better to talk to a wall than to converse with fools.
But strangely, I was interested in this guy.
'Looking at the clothes you're wearing, you're definitely a warrior.'
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But it didn't seem like a normal drone.
The first thing that catches the eye of any visitor to this place, no matter what anyone says, is the weapons that fill the walls. Even if they have no intention of using them, they're still obsessed with them.
If you don't know about a deformed weapon, you're at greater risk, but if you do, it becomes that much easier to deal with. If you were faced with a deformed weapon whose use you had no idea how to use, you'd naturally be interested, even if only for the possibility of dealing with it in the future.
But this little boy wasn't interested in the deformed weapons that filled the walls, he was only interested in food.
'He's a funny guy.'
It would be possible if a child from a family without any iron will came to visit… … but there was no way that such a person could walk around the party house like it was his own home at this time.
First of all, the party will not allow it, and even if they did, it would not be something that could be chosen with any degree of courage. Furthermore…
Crunch crunch, thud thud.
'You're a good eater.'
The more I looked at him, the more curious he seemed.
Coming to a Dang family and eating food was a daunting prospect for anyone. In the Dang family, renowned for its poison, many were even wary of drinking water. And yet, how could someone scoop up food like that in a place they'd never seen before? Was that guy's liver made of iron?
“Aren’t you eating?”
“It’s okay.”
“Hey, still eat some. Food tastes better when you eat it together.”
At this point, it was time to decide who was in charge. The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment before picking up his chopsticks.
“Okay.”
The two ate like that in silence for a while.
As the food on the table was completely emptied, Wei Yanho picked up the teapot and drank it in gulps.
“Ha! That was really delicious.”
“……It looks like you’ve been to the market a lot.”
“Yes. I thought I was going to die of hunger.”
That must have been it.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to finish all this food.
“You must have had your fill, so now it’s my turn to drink.”
“Yes. As much as you want.”
When his stomach was full, Wei Yanhu became generous.
“Which family are you from?”
“My name is Wei Yanhu of the Guangdong Wei family.”
“Guangdongwei?”
“……Don’t you know?”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
Wi Yeon-ho's face became gloomy.
Although the Guangdong Wei family is not as prestigious as the Sichuan Tang family, it is still a representative family of Guangdong and has a certain level of recognition… …. They are not ordinary people, and I never thought that people in the martial arts world would say that they have never heard of them.
'I need to make my name known!'
Wi Yeon-ho was so calm that he thought that if his ancestors heard this, they would jump out of their graves and slap him.
“Yeah. Anyway, you’re talking about Guangdongwei.”
"yes."
The old man looked at Wei Yanhu with serious eyes and asked.
“Is that a sword on your waist?”
“Oh, this?”
Wi Yeon-ho touched the sword hanging on his waist.
“Yes. It’s a sword.”
“So you’re a prosecutor, then?”
“Well, I guess so.”
“But why don’t you show any interest in the sword outside?”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head, unable to understand what the old man before him was saying.
But the old man's doubts were natural.
The martial arts masters were captivated by powerful martial arts and new weapons. Those who wouldn't hesitate to endure the fires of hell to become even slightly stronger were naturally interested in new weapons that could dramatically enhance their martial arts skills.
But Wei Yanho said calmly, as if not everyone was like that.
“Should I show interest in a sword that isn’t even mine?”
"Objects have no owners. There's no law that says you can't become the master of those swords."
“Well, of course that could be the case.”
He said that, but his face was quite indifferent.
“You don’t seem interested.”
“Are you the armorer, old man?”
“……Why do you think so?”
“Because your hands are not ordinary hands.”
Wi Yeon-ho's gaze lingered on the old man's hands. The old man smiled blandly.
“You asked something obvious.”
His hands were completely different from those of ordinary people.
Hands covered in calluses and burn marks from touching hot metal.
If you look at his hands and don't realize that he's a man of iron, you're stupid.
"It might sound a bit presumptuous to say this to someone who makes weapons, but that's what my master said. New soldiers are like poison."
“Poison?”
“Yes. I don’t know if that’s a compliment in your family.”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled awkwardly.
"He said being a rookie was like trickery. He made me believe something I wasn't capable of was my own."
"hmm."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Are you saying that if you borrow the power of new recruits, you can’t develop?”
"It's not that they can't develop. Even if they're new recruits, they're just weapons, and ultimately, they need to be trained. But, what should I say? The scope of their development is limited."
“Why?”
"Because they'll use what they don't have as if they had it. If two people of equal skill were fighting, one with new soldiers and the other with bare weapons, the one with the new soldiers would have the advantage."
“I guess so.”
"But as you climb the ladder, the advantages of being a rookie disappear. So, ultimately, those who have been working hard at a disadvantage will become stronger."
The old man nodded.
"I understand what you're saying, but ultimately, martial arts is a place where you have to rely on your own skills to survive. If I can survive longer, even with the help of new recruits, wouldn't that increase my chances of becoming stronger?"
“That’s true too.”
Wi Yeon-ho did not specifically deny the old man's words.
"I think it's ultimately a matter of choice. Do you sacrifice the present for a farther future, or do you preserve the present and gain the ability to see farther?"
“I guess so. But don’t most people choose now?”
"Yes. That's not to say it's bad. It's just that it doesn't fit my style."
“Hmm…….”
The old man looked at Wei Yanhu with a strange look on his face.
It's not easy for a young man to avoid becoming a rookie. It's when he's most competitive and most thirsty for advancement. Yet, despite his young age, this young man spoke like a seasoned veteran.
That fact piqued the old man's interest.
“Of course, with a weapon of that level, that would be possible.”
"yes?"
“But what if it’s a real rookie who can even blind you?”
“But nothing will change.”
Wi Yeon-ho said calmly.
"I've already experienced enough times that a master's stone is more terrifying than a master wielding a peerless weapon. The strongest I know can shatter mountains and split seas with a single stone. Why would I be obsessed with a new weapon?"
A slight look of discontent appeared on the old man's face.
I want to emphasize the need for new recruits in some way, but that kid's attitude is too stubborn.
“Can I see that sword?”
"This one?"
“That’s right.”
The old man knew his words were quite sensitive. Asking the unmanned man to hand over his beloved was tantamount to provoking an argument.
Even if the old man had nothing to do with martial arts, he was a member of the Sacheondang family. If such a person asked for a weapon, would he give it to them easily?
“Here.”
However, contrary to the old man's worries, Wi Yeon-ho handed the sword, sheathed, to the old man as if it were nothing.
“……Thank you.”
The old man, who was about to say something about the fact that he would not hand over his weapon, accepted Wei Yanho's sword with a trembling face.
Then he carefully pulled out the sword.
Slurp.
The old man's eyes were filled with shock as he saw the sword being pulled out with a low metallic sound.
“This, this? This!”
The old man's astonishment echoed loudly throughout the room.