Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 533

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Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 8

Chapter 119: The Lazy Man, Commitment (3)

As we go through life, we encounter countless absurd people. While we're all called equal, we're not. Anyone who's even a little experience in the world will agree.

Everyone strives to operate within the bounds of common sense. However, problems arise because everyone's standards of common sense differ.

The old man, or Mano (魔老), also met many people.

Because of the nature of the place he lived in and the nature of the people he had to meet, he was immune to peculiar people.

What kind of place is the Demonic Cult? Isn't it a place where people who would be called "Sangtorai" in the outside world are treated as upstanding young men?

Manoda, who had lived his entire life in such a cult, was not even able to attract attention with the strange antics of ordinary humans.

But now Mano couldn't calm down his excitement.

'Where on earth did that seed come from?'

Manoi had always believed that when choosing the most bizarre person in the world, whoever it was, it would definitely be from the Demonic Cult, but now he had to admit that his conviction was wrong.

There are countless thieves in the Demonic Cult, but no one can even keep up with the toes of that thieves.

It wasn't simply because he'd committed a crime. That trembling face, that twitching mouth, and every calm, composed gesture of his hands were turning the onlookers' hearts inside out.

“Do you think you can survive like this?”

Mano shouted with all the anger and dignity he could muster.

But the seeds didn't even work.

“Hey, sir. Your voice is really loud.”

"……what?"

"Perhaps because you're older, you're very considerate. But that's not something you need to worry about, sir. We'll take care of it, so go and do your work."

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand as if he was annoyed.

"uh?"

Mano turned his head stupidly.

'What am I hearing now?'

It might not have been an appropriate response, but Mano wasn't to blame. Isn't every conversation supposed to proceed with the expectation of the other person's reaction?

Anyone would be flustered if they got an answer that was too different from what they expected.

“That… uh, um….”

Mano blinked his eyes.

Contrary to his name, Manora, his face was now extremely innocent.

'Poor thing… … .'

Wi Jeong-han looked at Mano with sympathy. It was impossible for him to sympathize with a demonic cult member, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel pity for Mano.

How absurd would that be?

Even if Wi Jeong-han were in that position, he wouldn't have been able to continue speaking. His antipathy toward the Demonic Cult was overshadowed by his sympathy for Mano.

"this……."

Mano, who had come to his senses, began to grind his teeth again.

“Are you a hypocrite?”

"omg?"

Wi Yeon-ho opened his eyes wide.

“Do you know me?”

“There may be many strange people in the world, but is there another brat as reckless as you, besides Wi Yeon-ho?”

"indeed."

“Wow, you’re right.”

Jang Il was ready to applaud.

Come to think of it, it's not surprising that the Demonic Cult members knew about Wei Yanhu. Even to them, Wei Yanhu was a threat. Its inaction was ineffective, but the fact that it could stray off in any direction was particularly threatening.

If you're in a position to discuss invading the Central Plains, you can't ignore Wei Yanhu's existence. It's unclear whether that old man holds that position, though.

“Wow, my name is already here.”

Mano's face distorted as he looked at Wei Yanho, who was brightening his cheeks with something.

I need to stay calm, but I can't. I feel like I want to rush over and smash that calm face to the ground.

but…….

“I don’t know what courage you had to barge in here, but you know you’ll never come back alive, right?”

"is it so?"

“I will punish you severely for defiling the temple with your dirty, mud-covered feet.”

“Hey, that could happen if the person didn’t know.”

Wi Jeong-han shook his head as he listened to the conversation between Wi Yeon-ho and Mano.

'Can you even call that a conversation?'

How can we call it a conversation when we just say what we want to say to each other? To be precise, we didn't just say what we wanted to say.

Wei Yanho tried to engage in conversation, but the old man completely ignored him. Well, it wasn't that hard to understand.

Wi Jeong-han quietly looked at Mano.

‘It’s a face I’ve never seen before… … .’

Although not as much as Yeommong, Wijeonghando knew quite a bit about the members of the Demonic Cult. The war had been long, and he had seen countless members. No one, even those of high standing, escaped his notice.

Still, that old man is definitely someone I'm seeing for the first time.

Considering his age and prestige, he couldn't be an ordinary person, but he was completely unfamiliar. That meant one of two things: either the old man's abilities weren't outstanding enough to fight in the past war, or…

'Is this the person in charge of household chores?'

In every sect, there was always someone who took charge of the household affairs instead of the head of the household or the head of the clan, who had a lot of external affairs to attend to. These people were called generals.

What if that old man is that kind of person?

Wi Jeong-han narrowed his eyes. Dealing with someone of that stature would be no easy feat.

What should I do?

It could be said that the unexpected appearance of a formidable enemy had arrived. Despite his courage, Wi Jeong-han's mind was in a state of turmoil.

Should we quickly rescue the old man and continue the search, or… … .

The worries were his, but the conclusions were not his.

“Shut up.”

Wi Yeon-ho put down the bundle he was carrying on the floor and tilted his head from side to side.

“We can’t really talk about it anyway, right, sir?”

Mano's face turned towards Wi Yeon-ho.

'this guy.'

Anger welled up in him, but he couldn't act rashly. Mano had heard enough rumors about Wei Yanho. It wasn't just one or two that had stuck in his ears.

I've heard enough about his absurd behavior, his laziness that can be considered the best of all time, and his rascally ways of running away from home and showing no sign of returning.

But more than that, what he heard was Wei Yanhu's inaction.

'Bishop level.'

That one word is enough.

Gwangma, who returned after shaking hands with Wei Yanhu, praised Wei Yanhu's martial arts skills as being at the level of a bishop.

That statement had several meanings.

Although Wei Yanho already possessed the abilities of a bishop, the arrogance of the mad horse himself being much stronger than an ordinary bishop allowed him to subdue Wei Yanho.

And there is concern about how much more powerful Wei Yan-ho, who is already considered to be at the level of a bishop, will become as time goes by.

If someone else had said something like that, you'd probably think it was an exaggeration, a statement meant to magnify his own accomplishments. But Gwangma wasn't one for that.

He doesn't do things like elevating others to elevate himself, because he's a person who hates others being elevated more than himself.

He treated even other bishops like weaklings, so there was no reason to elevate Wi Yeon-ho. As far as assessing his abilities was concerned, he could completely trust Gwang-ma.

That's why Mano was hesitating.

It's not that I'm afraid of losing to Wei Yanhu. Right now, there's no one here who can stop him. If I rush in and he's defeated, that damned bastard will make this place his home.

The numerous treasures of the Demonic Cult already stuffed into Wei Yanho's bag were proof of this fact.

The moment Wei Yanhu appeared, a messenger had already left for the main unit, so it wouldn't be long before a countermeasure was prepared. But what if Wei Yanhu devoured the treasure and disappeared before the countermeasure could arrive?

'It's becoming a new beggar.'

Mano decided to remain calm.

He, too, was a member of the Demonic Cult, and his personality was second to none. Isn't that what demonic arts are all about? They transform otherwise normal people into anger-disordered beings. Mano, too, had mastered demonic arts and found it difficult to control his emotions.

But now that feeling was being suppressed.

There's no magic bullet for anger management disorders. You have to anticipate the other person's reaction before you can even get angry.

“No, let’s try talking first.”

“What are you talking about with the demon cult members?”

“The demonic cult members aren’t human. Let’s talk first!”

“Hey, I have nothing to say.”

“Why are you speechless, why!”

Wi Jeong-han turned his head and looked out the window at the distant sky as he watched Mano desperately cling to Wei Yan-ho.

‘This isn’t the demonic cult I know… … .’

The Demonic Cult, as Wi Jeong-han remembers it, was a place filled with ruthless demons. Anyone who has ever faced them on the front lines would agree with Wi Jeong-han's assessment.

Even though war is a place where people kill each other and human emotions have no place to intervene, the demonic cult's cruelty is unparalleled.

That old man must also be a member of the Demonic Cult. Furthermore, if he were the leader of the Demonic Cult, his cruelty would be extraordinary. This man, possessing that extraordinary cruelty, is now struggling with Wei Yanho, just as the old man is dealing with his grandson.

Rather than feeling refreshed, I feel an inexplicable sadness.

“Oh, sir, you have a lot to say.”

Wi Yeon-ho approached the old man, twisting his neck from side to side.

“I don’t enjoy elder abuse either, but I hope you understand because the situation is a bit unusual.”

“Don’t put any saliva in your mouth.”

“A baby without conscience.”

The criticism came from the allies.

Wei Yanho is an expert in elder abuse. How many elderly people have suffered at his hands? If they had heard what Wei Yanho is saying now, they would have vomited blood and swore at him.

“This, this guy.”

Mano's face turned red.

I know rationally that I need to stall for time, but my body refuses to cooperate. Well, that's why I'm a madhu. If reason overtook instinct, I wouldn't be called a madhu.

“Do you really think you’ll come to your senses if I tear you to pieces?”

“What a strange old man. How can he come to his senses when he’s dead?”

"this……."

Wi Yeon-ho chuckled and pulled out his sword.

“Well, since this is a situation where questioning and answering is useless, let’s just move on quickly. Eurachat!”

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword without a word.

Wi Jeong-han and Jang Il-do raised their energy levels. Wei Yan-ho would be a worthy opponent for the old man, but it wouldn't be easy to be certain, as the enemy was only the old man. If Wei Yan-ho made the first move…

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

Take the initiative… … .

The hands of Wi Jeong-han and Jang Il, who had been pulled up with all their might, fell down powerlessly.

Then I blankly stared at the sight before my eyes.

"omg……."

A massive beam of light emitted from the drawn sword instantly swept the old man away. Not content with that, the light charged forward with a furious blast. Shattered the building, the light surged forward, sweeping like a wave along the castle's central path, and eventually blasted the castle's main gate.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Wi Jeong-han and Jang Il, who were watching the absurd sight, turned their heads and looked at Wi Yeon-ho.

There was Wei Yanhu with his mouth wide open.

“What, what is this?”

You can't do that, you. Inma!