Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 444

#444

Taejonbirok Volume 18, Episode 19

Chapter 101: Lazy Man, Coincidentally (4)

When I came out, Jang Il and Jegal Munin were waiting for me.

“You’re telling me you thought I’d go, right?”

“Hey, that’s not it.”

"Well, that's not true. I've been a bit too reserved lately. Honestly, I'm a little surprised. People shouldn't lose their beginner's mind, so from now on, I'll try my best to be able to be lazy."

“Arthur. Just hearing it gives me goosebumps.”

Wi Jeong-han shivered as if he was really getting goosebumps.

It's hard to handle even now, but if I go back to the past, I'll be so depressed I'll collapse.

'A guy who doesn't even think about that.'

He knows why Wei Yanhu has become so diligent. While others might find his diligence laughable, Wei Yanhu is, in his own way, putting in the effort.

The fact that my brother was being held captive by the Demonic Cult was making Wei Yanho diligent.

“It will help you.”

“To me?”

"Yes. Honestly, I'm a bit worried about sending you away. As an envoy of the Jeongmu Alliance, I'm worried… but as your father, I think it's necessary."

“Isn’t it upside down?”

"You'll know when you meet the former king. That's the kind of person that Cheok Su-gwang is."

“Hmm.”

Normally, hearing such things would pique one's interest, but Wei Yanho's expression showed that he was not at all interested.

'You shouldn't hope for it.'

Wi Jeong-han knows very well that anyone who expects something from Wi Yeon-ho will end up experiencing great disappointment.

“So where is that gentleman?”

“I don’t know.”

“…….”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho distorted his face and opened his mouth.

"no!"

"Now, wait a minute. Before you get angry, listen to me first. If you go to the main gate, the Jegal family has decided to guide you."

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho smacked his lips as if he was sorry that he couldn't have a good fight.

'You're sad that you can't curse your father.'

'He is indeed a lord. A monarch should not be attached to personal blood relations.'

This was the evaluation of Jang Il and Jegal Munin.

"Anyway, I'm going because I told you to, but once this is over, I'm really stuck and won't be leaving. I've been working so hard lately that I'm losing weight."

"Yeah. You've lost weight for a pig. Hey, you little punk! Your cheeks are so chubby! What the hell are you eating?"

Wi Yeon-ho flinched.

I just babbled along, but honestly, it was a stretch to claim I'd lost weight. A warrior's body, having reached a state of perfection, naturally seeks its optimal form.

But now, Wei Yanhu's body is a bit beyond its ideal size. The word "chubby" would be more appropriate.

“That son of a bitch, isn’t his belly rippling?”

“Oh, it’s rippling! It’s just a little bit. It’s cute to this extent!”

"Stop eating, stop! How can a guy who just lies in bed all day and rolls around eating like that not gain weight? My goodness, a master with a potbelly. I've never seen or heard of such a thing. Anyone who sees this would think you've been a dairy farmer, you punk!"

“…….”

Even Wei Yanho had nothing to say about this. If Baek Muhan had seen Wei Yanho's body now, he would have grabbed a knife and threatened to cut off his belly fat and roast it to eat.

Well, if Baek Mu-han were alive, I wouldn't have even dreamed of having a body like this.

“Let’s go.”

“Look… I have nothing to say, so watch him go ahead.”

Wi Jeong-han clicked his tongue.

How did you end up giving birth to a child like that?

“Still, you managed to bring him out.”

Wi Jeong-han smiled bitterly at Jang Il's words.

"I didn't bring him out. He came out himself. If he decides not to go, who can bring him out?"

“Of course.”

Jang Il nodded. Wasn't it Jang Il himself who suffered the most from Wi Yeon-ho's stubbornness?

“But do you really intend to let me meet the Thousand-Yi-Ryeon-Ju?”

“I guess so.”

“……Isn’t the result too obvious?”

"yes?"

Jang-il let out a deep sigh.

“Even the leader of the political faction is someone you can’t meet carelessly for fear of causing trouble if you just have a meeting, so if it’s not even Kwon Geuk, but Wi Yeon-ho, who meets him….”

"I'm anxious, too. But there's no other way. I absolutely must obtain the cooperation of the Thousand-Yi-Lian-Ju."

"There are variables. Strangely enough, things sometimes work out well. But I can't help feeling anxious. It's called luck because luck doesn't always happen. If Wi Yeon-ho's luck ends here…"

Jang-il shook his head as if he didn't even want to imagine it.

“If our relationship with Cheon Iryeon becomes strained, there will be complete chaos.”

“There’s no need to be tense anymore.”

Wi Jeong-han was of the mindset that things would be okay. If something this serious was happening and their relationship and reputation were so strained that they couldn't even discuss a response, it couldn't get any worse. No matter how much trouble there was, it wouldn't get any worse than this.

“There’s only one thing I’m anxious about….”

"which?"

“If something goes wrong, will he be able to escape safely?”

“You worry so much. If you go to the afterlife, you’ll pluck out the King of Hell’s beard and run away.”

“Well, I guess so.”

No matter how much I think about it, I can't imagine Wei Yanho in danger. He survived even that palace, which was practically a dead end. Where else could he possibly go that would be dangerous?

Except for the Demonic Cult, there is no one who can threaten Wei Yanhu anymore.

'It's ridiculous, but it makes sense.'

Even if he were a master of the Kwon-geuk faction, he wouldn't be able to enter the Cheon-ui-ryeon alone and emerge unscathed. The Cheon-ui-ryeon wasn't an easy place. Even though the Cheon-ui-ryeon wasn't a single-source force like the Jeong-mu-maeng, it was still the Cheon-ui-ryeon. Where Yeon-ju resided, it couldn't have been easy.

But I think Wi Yeon-ho can do it.

'It doesn't seem like he's any stronger than the leader, but strangely enough, I have that kind of faith.'

I guess it's because I've seen too many of his luck…

“Let’s go quickly.”

“Okay, you punk. Let’s go!”

Wi Jeong-han followed Wi Yeon-ho in annoyance.

“But why is that old man going with you?”

“Who? Are you talking about the Zhuge family?”

"yes."

"If he doesn't go with you, who will guide you to Cheon Iryeon? Even if you could go alone, you'd be turned away."

“That’s right.”

Wei Yanho yawned loudly.

And then there's the guy who asks the question and then listens to the answer…

“Oh, and this time…….”

That was when.

Wi Yeon-ho and Wi Jeong-han turned their heads to the side at the same time.

“Did you hear that?”

"yes."

"let's go!"

Wi Jeong-han leaped forward without hesitation. Wi Yeon-ho, without a word of complaint, followed suit. Jang Il and Jegal Mun-in, oblivious to the situation, also followed Wi Yeon-ho.

'What's going on?'

Jang Il deployed his light attack with all his might. He wanted to ask what was happening, but he couldn't keep up with Wei Yanhu's speed. Zhuge Liang was already far behind.

'Are you saying that even light combat is not possible?'

Jang-il bit his lip tightly.

If you are light, you are open, and if you are open, you are light.

To make a name for himself on the Open Road, the ability to travel a thousand li in one night was essential. Jang Il believed he could outdo his peers, or anyone in the world, in lightness. However, Wi Yeon-ho's speed proved difficult even for him to keep up with.

But what truly surprised Jang-il wasn't the speed. It was the fact that the lazy bum could run at that speed without a word of complaint that made him nervous.

And then, the moment Wei Yanho's feet stopped, Jang Il opened his eyes wide.

'blood?'

This is Sacheondangga.

It's a place where no enemy can invade. Even if they were able to invade, it would be impossible to enter the deep inner sanctum undetected.

Then what about those bloody and fallen people?

“What the heck is this…….”

Jang Il's eyes trembled as he stopped next to Wi Yeon-ho.

“Krrrrrr.”

corpse.

No, it seems like it's still hidden.

Several men stood beside those lying on the ground. But their condition was strange. Judging by the green robes worn by the Tang family, they were clearly members of the Tang family. But what on earth was this figure?

Both eyes were bloodshot red, as if all the blood vessels had burst, and drool was flowing out of the corners of his mouth, which was twisted into a huge mess.

“……A coin-like demon?”

A groan escaped Jang Il's lips.

“It wasn’t the end.”

A chill ran down Jang Il's spine.

He thought the Tang family's necrosis was over, and all that remained was to investigate its cause. But it wasn't over. Only then did Jang Il finally resolve one question.

Why did several people fall together at around the same time?

How could such a coincidence happen?

That wasn't it.

Those who fell then were merely the first to fall. Those before my eyes now are the next to have their seizures.

then?

Jang-il shuddered at the thought that perhaps there were more people like them who would have seizures in the future.

They suddenly have seizures and attack those around them without any warning or warning. How are we supposed to deal with them?

“It tastes good.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

“……It doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to communicate. We’ll just have to take him down first.”

"If you use moderate force, you might get hurt if you do it wrong. I don't think you'll fall over with just a little impact, do you?"

“Because he’s a madman.”

Wi Jeong-han drew his sword. His face turned cold. The Sacheondang family would soon arrive to subdue them, but there was no time to wait. Had they arrived even a moment later, those now lying on the ground would have all become souls.

“Subdue them first.”

“I told you it’s not easy.”

“It’s not easy, so subdue him.”

“Hey, really!”

Wi Yeon-ho grumbled and stepped forward.

“Knowing that catching a crazy guy without getting hurt is several times harder than catching a sane guy.”

His complaints were endless, but Wei Zhenghan showed no sign of listening. Wei Yanhu reached for his waistband and licked his lips.

'Oh, I don't have a sword.'

Wi Yeon-ho, who had turned his head left and right, looked at Zhuge Liang, who had finally arrived and was catching his breath, and spoke.

“Hey, give me the sword.”

“Are you talking about this?”

Without hesitation, Zhuge Liang pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and offered it to Wei Yanhu.

"Entrusting each other with our beloved soldiers proves our trust in each other. I'm so touched that my master finally understands my wishes…"

“Hey! Really!”

Wei Yanhu turned around and kicked Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liang screamed and flew over the eaves.

“It’s so noisy, I’m going to die.”

“Well done.”

“It feels refreshing.”

It was his first time beating someone and receiving praise. Wei Yanho, secretly feeling elated, turned around, sword in hand.

"Okay, let's see how much it is. I don't know if you'll understand, but you'd better be prepared. I don't really like that smell. I'm starting to get a little worked up."

It feels clear.

Seriously… … .

The aura of the most hateful magic.

Wi Yeon-ho, recalling the time he fought the Gwanghon Demon Emperor, ran forward with his sword in hand.

Now is the time to have some fun.