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Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 24
Chapter 107: The Lazy Man Suggests (4)
"hey."
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head at Jang Il's call.
“What did you come all the way here to get something to eat?”
"Hahaha, don't think that beggars only move when they have something to eat. They move even when they have something to listen to. That's what a beggar does."
“……I don’t even do barren.”
Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.
“And then when you get hungry, you go out begging again?”
"You know too much about beggars. You'd better be careful."
“Play well, have fun.”
Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand.
“Go. I have something to think about, so I don’t plan on playing with beggars.”
“Can you say something like that after seeing this?”
Jang-il opened the bundle hanging from his waist and took something out.
"profit!"
Wi Yeon-ho gritted his teeth.
Jang Il's bundle contained a well-cooked roast duck and a large gourd.
I wasn't particularly interested in the liquor in the bottle, but I couldn't help but notice the steaming roast duck.
“There are foods that taste better when eaten on the eaves.”
“You beggar, you know so much about food.”
"You don't know what I'm talking about. It's because I'm a beggar that I know the finer things about food. Sometimes, what might seem like a simple meal to others feels like a heavenly feast. So, I can't help but be more sensitive to taste."
“……That, that makes strange sense.”
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled and held out his hand.
“Give me one of your legs.”
“It’s done.”
When Jang-il boldly tore off a duck leg and held it out, Wei Yan-ho looked at Jang-il with a slightly surprised look.
“What did I eat wrong? I thought you’d throw a tantrum if I didn’t give it to you.”
“I brought this for you, so I can’t not give it to you.”
“You brought it to give to me?”
Wi Yeon-ho accepted the duck leg and looked at Jang-il and the duck leg alternately with suspicious eyes.
“……It’s not poison.”
“I doubt it.”
Jang-il's face distorted.
So there's no need to treat this guy well.
“Anyway, I’ll eat well.”
Wi Yeon-ho took a big bite out of a duck leg. Jang Il-do also grabbed the other duck leg and began to tear at it.
“How much money did you have to buy something like this?”
"Money is something that comes and goes, and then disappears. So you have to spend it as soon as you get it."
“……I think I know why you’re a beggar.”
“Hahaha. How could a vulgar person like you understand the heart of a beggar who is a god living in this world?”
“I have a lot to say, but I can’t open my mouth when I’m being given something to eat.”
Wei Yanho began to quietly tear at the duck's leg.
When Jang Il poured the wine into the glass he had prepared, Wi Yeon-ho accepted it without a word. He doesn't particularly enjoy alcohol, but he wasn't afraid to drink what he had prepared.
“Ugh…….”
Wi Yeon-ho's face distorted after he had downed a glass of alcohol.
“What do you think? Isn’t it charming?”
"flavor?"
“A glass of wine, sitting on the eaves on this bright moonlit night. Wow, a poem comes to mind.”
“……It’s just cold?”
“…….”
Jang-il smiled softly.
This is Jang Il's fault. To talk about pleasure to him? Even if everyone in the world enjoys pleasure, he's the only one who's far from it.
You should be commended for not bringing a blanket up to the eaves.
“Okay. What’s your business?”
“What’s your business?”
“You wouldn’t have spent money on something like this because you had nothing better to do. Don’t you have something to say?”
Jang Il smiled bitterly.
"doesn't exist."
“I told you to just talk.”
“There really isn’t any.”
"……really?"
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Jang Il with eyes that said, 'Where did this beggar pick up something that was damaged and eat it?'
“There really isn’t any.”
“Hmm.”
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Wi Yeon-ho looked at Jang Il with a sullen face.
“Am I that faithless?”
“Do you really have to say that?”
“Ugh.”
Jang-il sighed and opened his mouth.
“It’s a little embarrassing to say this, but I thought you must be having a hard time too.”
"it's hard?"
"It must be hard. It must feel like everyone in the world is expecting something from you. I can't even imagine what that must feel like."
Wei Yanhu didn't answer, but looked up at the sky. The bright moon was looking down at him.
“I never thought a lazy bum like me would end up doing something like this.”
“It is the duty of those who have power.”
“It’s a duty…….”
Wi Yeon-ho lay down with a start.
“I don’t really agree with that, but I thought about it that way.”
“What are you thinking?”
“……I wonder if the people who entrust me with this kind of work are really okay.”
Jang-il chuckled.
'It's funny, isn't it?'
Wei Yanhu is the world's greatest lazy bum.
If you ask people who know him what kind of person Wei Yanhu is, there will be less than five people who will say something good about him.
It wasn't simply laziness. Wi Yeon-ho had a bad temper, lacked a sense of responsibility, and couldn't even bring home a single scrap of advice, perhaps because his father took all the credit.
But the funny thing is that most of those who know Wei Yanhu trust him.
It's bizarre, but it's true.
If we were to objectively evaluate Wei Yan-ho, he is someone who should never be trusted and should not be entrusted with any work. However, most people who know Wei Yan-ho trust him.
Although he always complains, if someone were to follow his words, everyone would follow Wei Yanho's words without a doubt.
Jang Il-do was also feeling this bizarre reality.
The same goes for Jang Il.
I felt that fact a while ago.
Most of the reports he submits are about Wi Yeon-ho. And they are filled with Jang Il's personal feelings.
To put it bluntly, it's a sober assessment; to put it bluntly, it's filled with nothing but malicious remarks. The letter Wang Geoji sent him after reviewing the report reads:
According to your report, that Wi Yeon-ho is the worst son of a bitch in the world. So why are you telling me to trust and follow that worst son of a bitch? Are you out of your mind?
'You're crazy.'
Jang Il ended up laughing bitterly.
This is not something that can be explained in words or writing. Just look at the people gathered around Wei Yanhui.
In other places, they're normal people… no, they're all just people who get a piece of the pie. Wherever they go, they're people who deserve to be treated with respect.
These are people who could live comfortably if they didn't stick to Wei Yanho's side, but aren't they all hanging around Wei Yanho, enduring cruel persecution and abuse?
'It's a shame to call it ignition power.'
There's no doubt that Wei Yanho possesses a magnetic pull. Moreover, in times of crisis, one harbors a vague expectation that "he'll do something."
It was around that time that Jang Il discovered something strange.
I used to find it absurd that everyone had expectations of Wei Yanhu, but once I accepted that fact, my eyes went to Wei Yanhu, not the people.
How does this guy feel?
Can someone who has no sense of responsibility shoulder the expectations of so many people?
With that in mind, let's examine Wei Yanhu, and we see things that were previously invisible.
When he first saw Wei Yanhu, he was a truly incomprehensible creature. He couldn't understand how he had emerged. Perhaps his long life in the cave had twisted him, but there was something inherently different about him. It was doubtful whether he could ever truly eat and live a normal life.
But what would you say about the current Wei Yanho?
'Just an ordinary lazy bum.'
The current Wi Yeon-ho doesn't feel like the crazy, lazy bum he was back then. On a more positive note, you could say he's become a little more gentle after experiencing life.
But in Jang-il's eyes, that didn't necessarily look good.
Feeling like I've been cut off.
If I hadn't gone through the hardships of the world, I would have been a lazy bum who didn't care about others and lived a good life, but after going through so many things, I felt like I had become rounded and rounded.
That might be a good thing for others, but is it really a good thing for Wei Yanhu?
Wei Yanho was still too young to experience the vicissitudes of life. It was wrong for so many adults to place such high expectations on such a young boy.
I don't know where it went wrong though.
“Tsk.”
That doesn't mean Jang Il can't do anything.
Wei Yanhu already plays a pivotal role in the martial arts world, and if he were to let go of the tasks he is currently handling, great chaos would descend upon the martial arts world.
Wei Yanho probably knows that too. He's definitely not stupid.
All he could do was comfort Wei Yanho in this way. Sipping a glass of wine next to this young man who couldn't open up to anyone. He wasn't sure if it would offer any comfort.
"the poor."
"hmm?"
“You know.”
Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth quietly.
“I wonder if my brother is alive?”
“…….”
Jang-il kept his mouth shut.
My lips felt dry as I thought about how much thought went into saying those words.
“He’s not the kind of guy who’d die just because you killed him.”
"huh."
“And if you’re going to kill him, kill him right there. Why would you take him with you?”
“I guess so?”
“Okay. So don’t think about useless things.”
“I don’t really think about it. I just have those thoughts sometimes.”
"thought?"
"Yeah. My brother was taken to the Demonic Cult, and I'm wondering what I'm doing here. I try my best, but… sometimes it all feels meaningless."
Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head.
"I think preparing like this is the fastest way to save my brother, but sometimes I wonder if I just don't have the courage to invade the Demonic Cult alone."
"men and horses."
“I sometimes wondered if my brother was arrested because he was afraid of me dying, and that he was just making excuses and wasting time.”
“Don’t be stupid, Inma!”
Jang-il shouted.
"Weisanho is your older brother, but he's a friend to me, and a son to your father. So are you saying we're all acting this way because we're afraid of dying?"
“Well, that’s not it.”
“I understand you’re feeling impatient. But you shouldn’t be impatient.”
“Um… yeah, I guess so.”
Wi Yeon-ho's head remained fixed on the moon still floating in the sky. Jang Il's eyes grew complicated as he gazed at her.
'What is this guy thinking right now?'
No matter how much he tried to empathize, it was difficult for him to understand Wei Yanho's feelings. All he could guess was that his feelings were complex.
How would you know?
It's a well-known fact that Wei Yanhu loved his older brother more than his father. However, he later discovered that this older brother wasn't his biological brother, but Madu's son.
What would be the feelings of someone who prepares to fight the Demonic Cult in order to save the child of that demon?
They say heroes need hardship. But watching Wei Yanhu, I had a different thought.
Wouldn't it be the case that only those who overcome these hardships become heroes?
Ordinary people would not be able to overcome such hardships.
“Have a drink.”
"huh."
Wi Yeon-ho accepted the glass offered by Jang Il without a word.
The bright moon descended upon the wine clinking in the glass.