Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 633

#633

Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 8

Chapter 139: Lazy Man, Show (3)

'where?'

Jang-il opened his eyes wide.

But he still saw nothing. That was natural.

But Jang Il did not urge Wi Yeon-ho.

Wei Yanhu would naturally see and feel farther than that. In this situation, there's no way he'd be talking nonsense, so soon…

'excuse me!'

Something finally began to enter Jang-il's eyes.

It's white.

Something pure white appeared on the horizon. It looked like a white line dividing the sky and the earth.

But soon Jang Il could see that the white line was an endless, white army advancing.

'This is creepy, damn it.'

This wasn't his first encounter with Baekgeomseong. However, his encounter with Baekgeomseong took place in the forest. And it was more like a small advance party before the main force arrived.

There was no way to witness all of Baekgeomseong's power with one's own eyes. And now, Jang Il clearly understood the meaning of the saying, "Ignorance is bliss."

If he had seen that sight with his own eyes, he would never have been so bold. Never!

The sight of these Baekgeomseongs swarming was so oppressive that even among the much larger Jeongmu Alliance, whispers began to spread.

“Yeonho.”

"yes?"

The new investigator spoke softly to Wi Yeon-ho.

“People are in turmoil. Shouldn’t we say something?”

“Me?”

"okay."

“Me?”

“…….”

The new detective's eyebrows trembled slightly.

“Hey, even military grandpa knows a lot of jokes. Haha.”

“…….”

My lips were gnawing on their own. I thought that if I continued like this, I wouldn't have any lips left.

'You should wish for what you want.'

Of course, it wasn't just Wei Yanho's fault. Even the new investigator who had wished such a thing upon Wei Yanho couldn't escape the blame.

It's true that Wi Yeon-ho is, to some extent, replacing Kwon Geuk. Like it or not, that's a fact we have to acknowledge.

'In some ways, it's even more so.'

Wei Yanhu can never completely replace Kwon Geuk. The directness and precision of Kwon Geuk are things Wei Yanhu can never imitate. Kwon Geuk's mere presence brought comfort to those around him.

But that's not the case for Wi Yeon-ho.

Watching it didn't bring comfort, but rather anxiety. Shin Gi-su was acutely aware of this.

This is ridiculous.

Objectively speaking, Wi Yeon-ho is the strongest of those that Shin Gi-su has worked with so far.

In past wars, the strongest were not Kwon Geuk. There were certainly others stronger than him. Some of them are still alive, while others are no longer of this world.

But no matter who comes to mind, I am certain that no one would be stronger than Wei Yanhu.

It would be normal to feel secure if you had such a strong person by your side… … .

'Friends are scarier than enemies.'

The new detective smiled bitterly.

It is true that Wei Yanhu is more anxious than Kwon Geuk… no, more anxious than anyone else in the world.

But there was something that Wi Yeon-ho had that Kwon Geuk didn't.

'expectation.'

The expectation that something will be done.

'I've also become senile.'

Who would expect anything from a guy like this?

But considering what Wi Yeon-ho had done so far, I couldn't help but have high expectations. This guy has always surpassed even Shin Gi-su's imagination.

Things you thought would be difficult to accomplish turn out to be surprisingly easy, and things you thought were impossible are somehow accomplished. If you raise your expectations based on your accomplishments, you'll grow beyond those expectations.

So how can we not look forward to it?

'If only I had a little bit of the ability to lead people.'

My father and my older brother have it. But Wei Yanhu doesn't have that ability.

The new detective sighed softly.

'That's stupid.'

No one can be perfect. Wei Yanhu was already doing a good job. To expect more from him is simply greed.

'Then should I say something?'

It may be obvious, but a single word from the leader can have a huge impact on morale.

I tried to slip the job to Wei Yanho, but he was still too young and lacked the reputation to be entrusted with such a task. And what could I do if I found myself feeling awkward?

Just as Shin Gi-su was about to take a step forward, Wi Yeon-ho started whining.

“But they really are coming at us like a pack of dogs.”

“Have you ever seen a pack of dogs that strong?”

“Then should I call them a pack of beggars?”

“Why are you bringing up beggars here again, Inma! What crime has a beggar committed? A crime?”

"Beggar, beggar. Think carefully. Was what you just said an insult or a compliment? I don't understand how you became a beggar of openness."

Just as Jang-il was about to lose his temper, a sigh was heard from behind him.

“That was the biggest mistake of the old man’s life.”

Jang-il shouted at Chiljishin-gae's nagging.

“Even a beggar can do that! In times like these, you have to help your disciple!”

“Shut up, you punk! What are you saying, you’re not helping me?”

“Ugh.”

There were faint smiles.

The new detective's eyes lit up at the sight.

'I guess I don't need to step forward.'

It was clear that Wei Yanho instinctively knew that he had to make sure the people gathered here were no longer tense. That's why he insisted on speaking loudly and insisting on Jang Il.

Even the Seven Guardian Gods know that fact, so they are acting funny.

'I don't have to protect it alone.'

He wasn't the only one who experienced the war, and the martial arts world has evolved in the intervening years. There's no need for Shin Gi-su to act as if he alone carries the weight of the world.

At this moment, Shin Gi-su put down the burden of Kwon Geuk's death.

Whether or not you have someone to rely on isn't the most important question. What's more important is whether or not you have someone to fight alongside.

Wi Yeon-ho is by no means perfect, like Kwon Geuk. But if there are any shortcomings, shouldn't he and others fill them in?

The thought didn't last long.

Before they knew it, Baekgeomseong's army had come right up to them.

Everyone stared at the sight, speechless. The Baekgeomseong army, seen from the vast open space, was a sight of unparalleled awe.

But that would be the same for them too.

There are more numbers here.

And no matter how great the fame of Baekgeomseong is, it cannot compare to the fame of Jeongmu Alliance, which currently rules the world.

Baekgeomseong must be feeling just as much pressure as Jeongmu Alliance is feeling right now. That's how it should be.

The army stopped.

The thick cloud of dust slowly settles.

Even though the forces that could turn the world upside down were facing each other, not a single breath escaped.

'What a strange sight.'

It's not often you see such a powerful force colliding with one another. Shinkisusa took a deep breath.

It feels different from the Demonic Cult.

They weren't as violent or radical as they were. They weren't as free-spirited. But the perfectly arrayed white army was enough to make even the world's most skilled investigators nervous.

Then a person walks forward.

Lee Ga, who came out to the center with slow, never fast steps, looked around the Jeongmu Alliance and opened his mouth.

“I think I should thank you for your hospitality.”

Cheonryu Sword.

He smiled broadly and gave a loud, booming voice, full of energy.

“I am Baek Gong-ui.”

Hari bows down.

It was a polite gesture, but none of the onlookers took kindly to it.

Polite or not, the fact remains that the author is an enemy. There's no reason to be kind to a polite enemy.

"Seeing the heroes of the Jeongmu Alliance like this fills me with pride. However, it's a shame that the situation isn't conducive to exchanging words of encouragement."

“I don’t think that’s something you should say?”

The new investigator cut off Cheonryu Sword's words and stepped forward.

“Oh, military.”

“I’ve heard of the fame of my Cheonryu Sword, but I’ve never heard of it being this thick-skinned. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad to learn this new truth.”

“Hahaha, is there anything even a soldier doesn’t know? I thought a soldier knew everything in the world, but it seems that’s not true.”

The new detective smiled bitterly.

I didn't really have anything to say. But I had no intention of watching the Tenryu Sword manipulate the atmosphere as it pleased.

"I can't possibly know everything. I didn't even know that the world-renowned Cheonryu Sword's Baek Gong-ui was a villain with a human face and a beastly heart. How could I dare claim to know the world?"

“You said it was a human-faced beast?”

Cheonryu Sword's eyebrows twitched slightly.

“No?”

But the new detective's expression was incredibly relaxed.

"If not, then it seems like an explanation is needed. Is there a reason you're joining hands with the Demonic Cult to trample on the martial world?"

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

The voice of the Cheonryu Sword grew louder.

“You haven’t forgotten your original sin, have you? Are you going to turn a blind eye now? It’s already known to the world?”

“Look here, Cheonryu Sword.”

The new detective clicked his tongue.

“It’s a story from three hundred years ago.”

“What does that mean?”

“If I were to invade someone’s house and kill their family, and tell them that my ancestors were harmed by you, what would be the answer?”

“…….”

"Yes, that's fine. That's understandable. If the grudge was so deep that you couldn't avoid retribution, then I understand. But the moment you brought the Demonic Cult into the picture, all your legitimacy vanished."

The new detective spoke firmly.

“How do you think history will remember you?”

“You’re talking nonsense, soldier.”

Cheonryu Sword looked at the new investigator with strange eyes.

"How does history remember Mangeom? It remembers only what you want it to remember. It's disappointing that someone like you would quibble with such obvious things. After all, you know that history is nothing more than a record of self-praise written by the victors."

"So, you're saying you want to become the winner? By any means necessary?"

“Then is there any reason why it shouldn’t be done?”

Cheonryu Sword laughed heartily.

“Listen, soldier.”

His voice lowered a little.

"You can never understand us. You are already the winners. Those who have cannot understand those who do not. They take having for granted. It is always the have-nots who can raise their voices against injustice."

The Cheonryu Sword slowly gained momentum.

"You should be grateful to me. I'll show you what it feels like to be without what you have. Mangeom! Baekgeomseong! I'll make sure you know exactly how I've been feeling all this time!"

The Cheonryu Sword, which had been shouting as if spitting blood, was quietly expanded.

"Of course, to do that, you'll need to survive this war. But that won't be easy either. Don't blame the Ten Thousand Swords for being so sharp."

Just as Cheonryu Geom was about to say another word, an irritated voice interrupted.

“What, is there still a lot left?”

Everyone's gaze turned to where the voice came from.