Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 507

#507

Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 7

Chapter 114: The Lazy Man Sets Off (2)

Jang Il kept rubbing his stomach with his right hand.

'I can't digest it, I can't digest it.'

This was impossible.

He is a beggar.

He was a beggar among beggars.

Why can the beggars of openness maintain such a prolific number?

Isn't it thanks to that vitality that they can endure starvation for a month when they have to, and that they can even chew and digest iron when they can?

But indigestion?

If the king had heard this, he would have been so angry he would have vomited blood. A so-called "little beggar" suffering from indigestion is unprecedented in the history of liberalization.

“Ugh.”

Jang-il, groaning in pain, looked at the cause of the indigestion that was bothering him.

Wi Yeon-ho was frantically shoving dumplings into his mouth, his face like he was wondering if indigestion even existed. I couldn't understand how such a large dumpling could fit into his tiny mouth all at once.

When it comes to eating, I'm confident that I can compete with anyone in the world, but I just can't stand up to that guy.

'Come to think of it, that guy was like that from the beginning.'

Jang-il, who was recalling those vague memories of the past, suddenly shook his head.

'If you think about it, it wasn't that long ago, was it?'

Come to think of it, it was only a few months ago. Jang-il, who vividly remembers what he had for dinner ten years ago, couldn't possibly have vague memories of something from a few months ago.

How terrible must the memory have been that they were forcibly erasing it?

Jang-il shivered.

'I should have just run away then.'

If Wei Yanhu had simply pretended not to notice when he first appeared in Infinite, we might not have come to this point. No, we certainly would have.

All my misfortunes began when I paid attention to a strange beggar I had never seen before in my life.

Jang-il opened his mouth weakly, cursing his own stubbornness.

“Are you full, are you full?”

“Why not, um…….”

“Swallow and speak! Swallow!”

Wei Yanho swallowed the dumpling in his mouth and started to grumble.

“Then don’t talk to the person eating!”

“Ugh!”

Jang-il hit his chest.

“Hey, you punk! Are you even going to eat in this situation? Are you even going to eat when you’re going to the Demonic Cult?”

“What can’t you eat? If you’re going on a long journey, you should at least eat well.”

Jang Il's heart boiled.

There are probably only a few peaceful people in the world, but you won't find anyone as peaceful as Wei Yanhu even if you search the entire world.

'It's fortunate that we've at least caught him.'

It was fortunate that Wei Yanho, who seemed poised to depart at any moment, was able to hold down Wei Yanho. However, this wasn't entirely a happy situation. The reason Wei Yanho held down the position wasn't to reconsider, but to wait for Wei Zhenghan to complete his preparations.

'Why are all the rich people like this?'

Well, that's why the saying "a father who has children" came about.

Jang Il clutched his head. He already knew that Wi Yeon-ho had no answer, but seeing Wi Jeong-han, who was supposed to stop and control him, running wild like that was driving him crazy.

“What on earth are you going to do by going to the Demonic Cult?”

“I told you. I said I’d bring you here.”

“Who? Your brother… Wisanho?”

"huh."

“I said I’d be there, but how dare you drag me here? I said I don’t like it!”

“My mouth really hurts.”

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes were filled with irritation.

"Yeah. I guess I'll just lose. But I can't just beat him and lock him up for the rest of his life. Is Coral a kid? He must have had his own reasons for choosing that path!"

“What are you thinking?”

Wi Yeon-ho glared.

“Is joining the Demonic Cult something a sensible person would do? Huh?”

"no……."

Jang Il was unable to refute properly.

What can I do about that reality? But if I say that, I might get beaten to death.

'No matter how angry you are, shouldn't you come up with a solution?'

A normal person, in a situation like this, would consult with the political alliance, or even better, seek a way to deal with the Demonic Cult. The typical response is to give up, but if you insist on responding, this is the more sensible approach.

But the Guangdong Wei faction was a political alliance and a piece of shit, and they were about to rush into the Demonic Cult while shouting, "I will take care of my own children and my own older brothers."

'Is this the reaction of a normal person?'

Even if it is 'that' Guangdongwei, isn't this too much?

“But you.”

"why?"

“Isn’t this the way to the Demonic Cult?”

Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.

“You beggar.”

"huh?"

“Have you ever thought about who I am waiting for right now?”

“…….”

Okay, I get it.

Even if Wei Yanho doesn't know, Wei Jeonghan will. Since it's already been decided that Wei Yanho and Wei Jeonghan will go to the Demonic Cult together, these questions are meaningless.

I tried to hang on by holding onto my ankle, but even that ankle wouldn't hold me.

“What on earth are you trying to do?”

"what?"

“The Demonic Cult isn’t some den of local thugs, so why would you crawl into it on your own two feet?”

“Is there another way?”

"uh?"

“So what do you think is the best option for me to choose here?”

Jang Il kept his mouth shut.

method?

'How could such a thing exist?'

People often make the mistake of thinking there's a solution to everything in the world. They just haven't found it yet, but they believe there's a solution out there somewhere, even if it's not optimal.

But Jang Il knew.

There are far more unanswered questions in the world than those with answers. If Weichan has chosen the Demonic Cult and will operate under its shadow, where can the solution lie?

There's no way to resolve this without destroying the demonic cult. And there's no way to destroy it anywhere in the world. So there's no answer.

“I don’t know the exact answer, but I don’t think this is the answer.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

"If you lie down and wait for the persimmon to fall, will it fall into your mouth? If the tree is too tall to climb, you have to kick the stump. That's why you're a beggar."

“Ugh.”

Jang-il sighed heavily.

All that is said is true. All that is said is true, but things in this world don't always go as planned.

'Oh, no. If this continues… … .'

A look of urgency appeared on Jang Il's face.

The orders he received from Wang Geji were to remain by Wei Yanhu's side, no matter what, and to assist him. More accurately, they were orders not to assist, but to keep track of his movements.

But what if Wi Yeon-ho goes to the Demonic Cult?

'I have to go too, you crazy bastard!'

This won't work.

It would be better to carry a torch and jump into a pit of fire.

If you fall into hell, you'll suffer the pain of burning, but if you fall into the devil's cult as a righteous person, you'll suffer even more. Even if you die and go to hell, you'll suffer much more. Would you, just because you're crazy, endure that pain while still alive?

but…….

As I watch Wei Yanho scooping up food, everything feels utterly empty.

'This guy is unstoppable.'

Looking back, he had never once tried to stop Wei Yanhu.

Whether he tried to persuade with logic, threaten, or even cling to him and cry, Wei Yanho never once acted as he intended. Jang Il-do was a human being with the ability to learn. Even after all he'd been through, he wasn't foolish enough to cling to the impossible.

'There is no hope but in Him.'

The one who needed to be persuaded was not Wi Yeon-ho, but Wi Jeong-han. What if those who had now flocked to Wi Jeong-han were only to persuade him?

Jang Il's gaze turned towards the pavilion where Wi Jeong-han was.

Will his earnest prayers come true?

“It’s no use trying to stop me.”

“……No, it’s this guy.”

Zhuge Yan's heart burned.

There are people in this world who are difficult to communicate with. These people are the natural enemies of Zhuge Yan, whose forte is persuading others with words and logic. The sad truth is, these people are always the ones causing trouble, and Zhuge Yan has to convince them.

It was still like that.

"Well, let's think about it rationally. I'm not saying you shouldn't go, you know. Think about it, think about it! What difference would it make if you went to the Demonic Cult? You'd just throw away your life, which is like a living thing."

“That might be the case.”

Wi Jeong-han nodded vigorously as if he understood everything.

“Well, then?”

“But rather than risk my life and do nothing, I would rather die than do what I have to do.”

“This guy!”

A cloud of smoke billowed out from Zhuge Yan's head.

'No, this guy should get a little more harmful as he gets older, why is he even more harmful than before!'

It is not called the Jeonghyeop Sword for nothing.

If you can communicate, it's not a political alliance.

It was the same in the past. Starting with Zhuge Yan, the Sin Gi-su-sa, and Quan Jiuk, they repeatedly tried to dissuade him, but wasn't it Wi Jeong-han who, with a single word of "negotiation," tossed all their dissuasion into the trash can?

As I got older, I thought I was starting to understand things better.

'Why hasn't anything changed? What has changed?'

I'm so pissed.

If the righteous one had gone into the Demonic Cult alone, no one would have stopped him.

I would have just laughed it off, thinking, "Tsk tsk, that guy hasn't changed at all even with age." I knew it wouldn't work to stop him. And I didn't have the decency to waste my energy trying to stop him.

But if you go with Wi Yeon-ho, things are different.

Wei Yanhao is no longer simply the second son of the Guangdong Wei family. He is the central figure, the driving force behind the Sichuan martial arts world, led by Cheon Yilian. But where is he taking Wei Yanhao? A demonic cult?

"Don't you think the Guangdong Wei clan could be wiped out? It seems like Sanho isn't your son. If you and Yeonho both die, the Guangdong Wei clan will be finished. And yet, you still want to join the Demonic Cult?"

Wi Jeong-han, who was packing his luggage, straightened his back.

“Of course, carrying on the legacy is important.”

"That's right! What greater unfilial act could there be than failing to carry on the family line? Think of your deceased father."

“So we have to go further.”

"huh?"

Wi Jeong-han said with a glaring look.

"My father valued carrying on the family line. But what he valued more was carrying on the spirit of the Wei family. No matter what anyone says, Sanho is the eldest son of the Guangdong Wei family. My eldest son is in the Demonic Cult, and I'm ignoring that fact and hiding to continue the line? If my father found out, he'd beat me to death. It would be better to confront the Demonic Cult and end the family line. My father would praise me for my good deed."

“…….”

I forgot for a moment.

Wi Jeong-han is a Wi Jeong-han, but his father must also have been from the Guangdong Wei clan. If Wi Yeon-ho inherited Wi Jeong-han's blood and became such a person, whose blood did Wi Jeong-han inherit?

“So you really want to go?”

“What have you heard so far?”

"Look here. You are a messenger from the Jeongmu Alliance. So what is your mission? The old man, the new investigator…"

Before Zhuge Yan could even finish speaking, Wei Zhenghan packed his luggage and put it on his back.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”

"huh?"

"I have submitted my resignation from the Political Alliance. The Guangdong Wei Party is no longer a member of the Political Alliance."

“…….”

"so……."

Wi Jeong-han rolled his eyes.

“You’d better give up trying to stop me.”

“…….”

Zhuge Yan decided that once this was over, he would never associate with anyone with the Wei surname.