Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 412

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Taejonbirok Volume 17, Episode 12

Chapter 95: Confronting the Lazy (2)

People tend to overestimate the role of a bookkeeper.

The strategists that people perceive as such are those who, with a single thought, can turn an unfavorable situation around, create something from nothing, and snatch victory regardless of the odds with their ingenious tactics.

But in reality, that is unlikely to be possible.

The reason strategists in history are so famous is because, in reality, such things rarely happen. If all strategists were like Gongmyeong, why would we praise Gongmyeong? If all strategists were like Hanshin, why would we discuss the benefits of multiplication?

In actual history, there aren't many instances where strategists have had a significant impact on war. Victory in war has always been determined by sheer military might, not strategic wisdom.

But people tend to make demands on their bookseller.

To win with fewer troops.

To drastically reduce the damage to allies.

He told me to come up with a strange strategy.

The question, “Your ancestors did it, so why can’t you do it as well as your ancestors?” came as a bonus.

The descendants of the Zhuge family have all fought against this prejudice.

Some have exploited this yearning for books to their advantage. Others, unable to overcome this burden, have collapsed.

If you ask me, Zhuge Liang was a person who had a foot in both directions.

He knew that fulfilling everything the world asked of a bookworm was an incredibly difficult task, but he believed that if he could not do it, he would never become a world-renowned bookworm.

It's difficult, but it's worth the challenge.

A strategist is someone who can win with a small force. A strategist is someone who can turn a disadvantageous situation around. If you can easily win with more troops, there's no need for a strategist.

But, one thing.

There was one thing absolutely necessary to make all of that happen.

information.

Yes, it is information.

Even the greatest strategist cannot create something from nothing. Great strategies and tactics that have turned the world upside down all began with information.

The reason Zhuge Liang was able to turn Red Cliffs into a fiery hell was because he knew before anyone else when the southeast wind would blow. Information, in this way, always serves as the foundation of strategy.

The Zhuge family had long been aware of the importance of this information.

Ultimately, to get ahead, you need to know more than others, and to know more than others, it's crucial to monopolize information. However, the Zhuge family failed to develop into information merchants. This wasn't because they lacked the ability, but because they were so exceptionally skilled that they were able to siftily sort out useless information.

It was inefficient to store and manage information I didn't need, just in case someone else might want it someday. Furthermore, the Zhuge family wasn't financially strapped enough to need to sell information for profit.

So the way they get information has evolved a little differently.

Night walks, infiltration, and hijacking.

Their methods were more like Haomen than open.

The difference with Haomen is that while Haomen wants to obtain any information without discrimination, he does not have the ability to do so and cannot do anything about it, while Zhuge Liang has the ability to do so.

They secretly raised informants.

Able to infiltrate anywhere and approach anyone.

The Zhuge Liang family called them Yongwoo (Dragon Feathers).

And Uil (羽日) was one of the best among those dragons.

He is considered a top-tier talent, and is considered a surefire successor to the next Yongwoojang. That's why he assists Sogaju.

His mission was to carry out the orders given by the Sogaju and extract any information he desired.

Wooil believed that until today, there was no mission he couldn't accomplish. Even if he was tasked with infiltrating the palace and retrieving the Emperor's hair, he was confident he could accomplish it.

But today, Wooil found out.

This means that there are missions in the world that are impossible to accomplish with human power.

'therefore…….'

The mission he was given was simple.

Finding out what kind of person Wei Yanho is.

It is about filling his head with vivid and living information that cannot be filled by just looking at his actions.

When he took on the mission, Wooil was confident.

This is because he was originally skilled at such tasks. It's not difficult to figure out a person's personality. Humans believe they operate perfectly according to their own conscious minds, but in reality, their behavior is controlled by the unconscious.

And that unconsciousness is bound to be expressed in some way.

A person's character is revealed in every gait, gesture, and tone of voice.

This mission didn't have to be long.

Just one day.

Given just one day, he was confident he could uncover every detail of Wei Yanho's inner self, even the depths he didn't know.

one…….

'If you wake up, you'll see something, right?'

Wooil was going through hell.

Is there such a thing as hell? If it's painful, it's hell. Anyone who has spent ten hours watching a grown man sleep in a slightly smelly ceiling would feel like hell.

How can someone sleep for ten hours straight? If a day lasts twelve hours and you sleep for ten, how are you supposed to live?

Besides, that guy hadn't even slept for ten minutes. He'd been hiding for ten minutes, that crazy bastard had been asleep since then.

Wooil forced down the trembling vibrations in his hands and looked down through the gap in the ceiling.

There is a giant worm on the bed.

Wei Yanho, wrapped in a blanket like a giant worm, was sleeping, wheezing. Of course, he resembled a worm only in appearance. A worm would be a thousand times more diligent than that rotten bastard.

'What the hell is this thing?'

What is important to those who dig up information?

This is also information.

A complete understanding of an opponent is impossible without prior investigation. That's why Woo-il had already completed his thorough investigation of Wi Yeon-ho. Of course, among his findings was the fact that Wi Yeon-ho was the world's most indolent slacker.

Woo-il had already become completely familiar with the laziness that Wi Yeon-ho had been displaying.

Still, I can't believe it.

'How can a person be like that?'

Wooil could clearly feel the difference between reading and seeing.

I've checked this document several times, but seeing someone sleeping like that right in front of my eyes breaks my heart and makes my chest tighten.

'He's not dead, is he?'

Yeah. Let's say you can sleep. Let's say a person can sleep that well.

Even so, if you're going to lie down for ten hours, shouldn't you at least toss and turn? How can you maintain the same position for ten hours?

If he used that bed for just a month, it seemed like the bed would collapse into the shape of his body.

No matter how vast the world is and how many crazy people there are, there was a crazy person here that Wooil had never encountered in his countless experiences.

Right here.

'How long do I have to wait?'

Wooil was lost in thought, wondering what he should do if Wi Yeon-ho never woke up. He knew that wouldn't happen, but he was incapable of thinking normally.

Anyone who looked down at the guy who was hiding in the ceiling and sleeping for ten hours would be confused.

“Hmm.”

That was the moment.

Wooil's body trembled.

That statue-like thing finally started to react. After ten hours! After ten to ten hours!

'I have to hold my breath.'

Wooil started to get nervous.

Based on what I've seen so far, it's absolutely unbelievable, but he's a peerless master. He might even be the strongest person Wooil has ever observed. To face such a person, even the sound of his own heartbeat must be concealed.

“Aww!”

Wi Yeon-ho pushed the blanket away slightly and stuck his head out.

Even after sleeping for ten hours, he couldn't wake up feeling refreshed, which was causing Wooil a lot of pain. It was enough to make me wonder if he had some kind of illness.

Gulp!

At that moment, a thunderous sound erupted from Wei Yanho's ship.

“I’m hungry…….”

As soon as Wei Yanho opened his eyes, he frowned.

“……But I’m sleepy too.”

A look of serious concern began to appear on Wei Yanhu's face.

As a human, he couldn't just sleep like this. Humans need to eat to survive. Wei Yanho, who could live without food, wouldn't move a single step from his bed. But even he couldn't escape the limitations of humanity.

“Ugh.”

Wi Yeon-ho shook his body several times as if he was worried.

'Is it moving?'

Wooil looked down at Wi Yeon-ho, his mind racing. His work would begin now. Finally…

"no way."

But Wooil's expectations were shattered.

Wi Yeon-ho pulled the blanket over his head and lay down again.

'Seo, no way… … are you going to sleep more?'

No, how can I sleep better here?

But he's still human.

How can we sleep better here when we eat the same food and live together?

Can you call that lazy?

The word "lazy" was still used to describe a person. But in Wooil's eyes, Wi Yeon-ho no longer seemed human.

“Oh, I’m so hungry…….”

At that moment, as if to prove himself human, Wei Yanho pulled the covers back down and poked his head out. Perhaps he was checking to see if there were any guards outside the door.

“……There isn’t any?”

Wi Yeon-ho sighed deeply.

I don't know if he went there because he had something else to do, or if he just left Wei Yanho alone because he wasn't up for a while, but in any case, the sibies were nowhere to be seen.

“It’s annoying.”

Wei Yanho stretched out his arms and lay down on the bed. He was hungry, but he had no desire to go out and find food. Besides, they said there were no restaurants here.

So what should we do?

“Hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho, who had been thinking about it for a long time, opened his mouth while looking at the ceiling.

"hey."

Wooil narrowed his eyes.

'Who are you talking to?'

"hey."

'Is there anyone else here besides me? There's no way.'

Wooil can boast of being one of the top ten in the world for undercover work and infiltration. It's absolutely impossible for someone to be around him and deceive him…

“Excuse me. The person looking over there.”

“…….”

Wooil's eyes widened.

'Seo, really?'

That can't be true.

He had been using his visionary method to perfectly silence anyone's presence since a little while ago. It might have been different if he had been moving, but with his presence so silent, it was… … .

That moment.

Woo-il and Wi Yeon-ho's eyes met as they peered down through a small crack in the ceiling. The moment their eyes met, Wi Yeon-ho chuckled and opened his mouth.

“Excuse me, could you go and get me some food?”

Wooil's heart started beating like crazy.