Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 491

#491

Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 16

Chapter 111: The Sluggard, Trembling (1)

“No, I did call you.”

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand.

“It’s not time to arrive yet. You’re not my guest.”

"okay?"

Dangcheon-gun looked at the person who brought the news again.

"Who is this guest who is interrupting our meeting? Is he important?"

“……If I pass on this pattern, the head of the household will come out in person.”

"group?"

When Dangcheon-gun nodded, Dang Yong-min stepped forward and received the badge.

"hmm……."

The eyebrows of Dangcheon-gun, who had accepted the defeat, twitched.

“It really does make it impossible to not move.”

Dangcheon-gun stood up from his seat.

“What is that?”

It was not Dangcheon-gun but Jang Il who answered Wi Yeon-ho's question.

“It’s a white sword.”

“Baekgeompae?”

“A badge that proves one’s identity as a person of Baekgeomseong.”

Jang Il's words made Wi Yeon-ho frown.

“So, you’re saying someone came from Baekgeomseong?”

"okay."

"I understand that someone came from Baekgeomseong, but is Baekgeomseong that great? So great that the head of the family must personally welcome them? He's an uninvited guest who came without a word?"

"If it were a normal intruder, that would be the case. But that deck is a platinum deck."

“What is a platinum badge?”

"There are many different types of Baekgeomseong badges. The badges carried by ordinary warriors and those carried by guardians are all different. Usually, identification is determined by the color of the badge. Carrying this badge means the Baekgeomseong Lord's representative has arrived. It's a badge that not just anyone can wield."

“Oh, so you’re saying that a lord or someone of lord level has come?”

"yes."

“Huh?”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at the card that Dang Cheon-gun was holding as if it was strange.

“Is it expensive?”

“Hey, Inma!”

Jang-il shouted.

"That's a badge that symbolizes the noble status of the Baekgeomseong! Do you think you can trade something like that for something you like?"

“You said it was made of platinum? If something that size was made of platinum, wouldn’t it be incredibly expensive?”

“It’s not made of platinum, it’s a platinum badge, a platinum badge!”

“Then it’s plating?”

“……I’m not sure exactly? But given the prestige of the Baekgeomseong, I don’t think they’ll gild it.”

Jang Il was drawn into the situation. Both Jang Il and Wi Yeon-ho's gaze turned to the card Tang Cheon-gun was holding. The other members also looked at the card with strange eyes.

“What is this…….”

Just as Tang Cheon-gun was about to shout, Wi Yeon-ho spoke first.

“Can I have a bite of that?”

“Uh, huh?”

“They say gold gets dented when you bite it. Does platinum get dented too?”

“It might not be platinum, right?”

“Let’s give it a try.”

Wi Yeon-ho gazed at the card with sparkling eyes. Everyone seemed curious, but Tang Cheon-gun couldn't bring himself to hand it over to Wi Yeon-ho.

“Hey, you punk! What the hell are you talking about! What if it gets crushed?”

“Then it’s platinum…….”

“Why are you destroying someone else’s belongings? Didn’t you even receive any home education?”

Wi Jeong-han protested vehemently.

“I taught you this diligently. If you don’t listen even after I teach you, what do you want me to do?”

“Hey, the person involved, please be quiet!”

As the two began to bicker, Dang Yong-min grabbed Dang Cheon-gun's sleeve and stopped him.

“Your Majesty, a guest is waiting.”

“Oh, right. I’ve been out of my mind lately.”

Dang Yong-min smiled bitterly as he watched Dang Cheon-gun in that state.

'Damn.'

I have a lot of free time.

But I have to admit it. They had a disease they couldn't even begin to treat, and Wei Yanho was invited by Dangcheon-gun. Ultimately, Dangcheon-gun resolved the biggest problem plaguing the family.

Moreover, Dangcheon-gun is now flaunting his friendship with Wi Yeon-ho with this seemingly meaningless bickering. It's as if he realizes how remarkable it is that he can beat up a savage, down a bottle of Hakjeonghong, and still be sane, and still be able to do this and that.

That was precisely the intention behind having him and his party members, who did not seem to be needed for this meeting, sit here.

And Dang Yong-min bowed his head as Dang Cheon-gun wished.

He's lost both legitimacy and substance. For a while now, he won't be able to challenge the authority of the Tang Dynasty. At least not while Wi Yeon-ho remains in the Tang family.

And it was clear that Dangcheon-gun would solidify his power during that time. The next few years would usher in a new era for Dangcheon-gun.

What if I don't sleep?

It must be a purge.

'That guy ruined everything in the end.'

Dang Yongmin looked at Wei Yanhu with wide eyes. Wei Yanhu had defeated Tang Tianjun, giving them a chance, but he had once again crushed it with his own feet.

Intentionally or not, they were playing right into Wei Yanho's hands. The thought made me grit my teeth.

“Hey, it seems like you’re putting too much strength into your eyes?”

When Dang Yong-min glared at Wi Yeon-ho, Dang Cheon-gun groaned. Then Dang Yong-min immediately lowered his head.

“Let’s go. Since the Platinum Armor has arrived, we should welcome our guests.”

“Shall we go together?”

“……It’s okay if I go alone, but if we’re going anyway, let’s go together.”

“It’s annoying.”

“Let’s go.”

“Hey.”

Wi Yeon-ho grumbled as he got up from his seat.

'Can I take him with me?'

It's understandable why someone would want to travel with Wei Yanhu. After all, a hunter who's hunted a mighty tiger longs to adorn himself with its skin.

Although you didn't hunt the Wei Yanhu, you'd want to brag to others about your friendship with it. But…

'You're going to greet guests in that state?'

Isn't that the most blunt way to say 'We don't welcome you'?

Dang Yong-min suspected that Dangcheon-gun harbored a deep animosity toward Baekgeomseong. Indeed, given that Baekgeomseong was suspected to be behind the Hwasan Bloodshed, who would harbor such feelings toward him? But unless the facts were definitively confirmed, it was best to maintain neutrality.

“Isn’t it a bit unusual to be welcoming guests?”

"hmm……."

Dangcheon-gun tilted his head as he observed the terrifying appearance of Wi Yeon-ho.

“Isn’t it okay since I’m three years old?”

“……Do as you wish.”

Dang Yong-min let go. He now had neither the strength nor the will to stop Dang Cheon-gun.

Dang Yong-min couldn't help but feel it anew.

Rather than regaining his former power, Dangcheon-gun wielded even greater influence. For some time, no one would dare challenge Dangcheon-gun's absolute power.

Feeling the need to re-examine his position, Dang Yong-min followed Dang Cheon-gun outside.

Damn it.

Damn it.

"no……."

Jang-il's face distorted.

“Walk slowly!”

“What did I do!”

“Every time I walk, something wafts up, Inma! Ugh… My chest feels tight.”

Jang-il hurried towards the herbalist. The herbalist sighed, pulled a basic antidote pill from his pocket, and offered it to Jang-il.

“It’s the third one.”

"sorry."

Jang Il swallowed the detox pill in one gulp and his face distorted.

What, are there really people like that?

When he opens his mouth, poison flows out, and even when he walks, poison flows out of his body. I feel like wrapping him up tightly, taking him to the Demonic Cult, and throwing him in the middle of nowhere.

“They said Germans were scary.”

“That’s not German.”

“You’re German, aren’t you?”

"If I had to call it that, I'd say it's a poison, but that's not that kind of poison. You don't call someone who can't control their poison a poison. That's… well, that's just poison."

“Should I call it poison?”

“That’s a good name.”

Jang-il shook his head.

'He was the only one who was holding on despite looking decent.'

Although he wasn't a peerless, bold-faced beauty like Wi San-ho, Wi Yeon-ho was quite handsome. His features were delicate, so he felt a bit lacking in masculinity, but… …that sickly, chicken-like expression was better than that face. Wouldn't it be truly horrifying if someone with such a bold face walked around with that kind of expression?

Anyway, that one and only advantage was now completely gone because of that skin color.

If it was just ugly to look at, I could at least try to tolerate it, but this isn't just ugly to look at.

Everyone was walking at least a foot away from Wei Yanhu. Even Wei Zhenghan, Wei Yanhu's father, seemed to be keeping his distance and seemed uncomfortable.

“We must make an antidote by any means necessary.”

"yes?"

"Or else, wouldn't that gentleman just keep going around like that? There will be more people dying from poisoning than from the disease."

“Ugh.”

Jang-il scratched his head.

'I really can't eat this.'

The Tang family could have just accepted this situation, but Wi Jeong-han and Jang Il had different opinions.

They say they have to report.

We need to report in detail what happened here so that those at the headquarters can accept it.

'How do you do that!'

Human expressive power has its limits. While writing can sometimes evoke a feeling beyond reality, it often fails to surpass what the reader sees and feels.

But I have to put into words this horrible situation that is happening here?

What should I say?

Did Wei Yanho drink poison and turn into a devil?

Are you spitting out poison?

But is he okay?

Rather, it is said that internal energy has increased?

“Eww!”

“Shock! Are you crazy, beggar?”

“I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy.”

Jang-il muttered sadly.

"Damn it, if I'd known this would happen, I should've studied writing instead of martial arts. Only someone like Sima Qian could express something like that, so what do you want me to do? Damn it."

"what?"

“It’s all your fault! You… No, wait a minute. Don’t come near me. Hey! Why are you sneaking around? I can hear you from far away, so tell me there, there.”

Even without any threats, it was Wei Yanho who pushed the surroundings away just by walking.

“Huh?”

A playful expression appeared on Wei Yanho's face.

“Something about this feels….”

As Wei Yanho takes a step forward, everyone retreats backwards.

What should I say… … .

Is this what it felt like to be standing on a long board?

I feel a surge of pride in my chest.

"lol."

“Hey, you little brat! Can’t you stop messing around?”

"father?"

“Oh, don’t come!”

Even Wi Jeong-han, who would normally have struck him on the back of the head, retreated in shock. Wi Yeon-ho, realizing he had gained absolute power, thrust his belly forward.

“So, everyone, do your best. If you don’t like me from now on, I’ll come up to you and yawn.”

“Ugh.”

What on earth should I call this?

Avoid it because it's dirty?

That's not it… … I think it's true that I avoid it because I'm scared, but it's not the typical scary kind… … .

If I had to put it into words, there was no other way to express it than 'I avoid it because it's a warning sign.'

“I told you the guest is waiting!”

“You’re not even my guest.”

Wi Yeon-ho whistled and headed toward the main gate.

I think it's time to absorb some of the poison, but judging by the reactions around me, it doesn't seem like it would be a bad idea to stay like this a little longer.

'Shall I surprise you?'

Wi Yeon-ho, who had been imagining something mischievous, opened his eyes wide when he saw the person standing in front of the main gate.

“Huh? That person?”