I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 265

Episode 265: The Banquet of Zhuge Liang (2)

Shanxi Martial Arts Alliance

Today, too, the gatekeeper, Pungryongdae warrior Do Ja-gyeong, dressed neatly and left the dormitory without showing any sign of fatigue.

"Hey, Dojakyung. Are you going to bow your head again today? Hehe."

"Don't be so upset. What can we do when we're short-handed due to the martial arts competition? We have to help each other out as a family. Isn't that right? Haha!"

The other members of the Sarangdae headed towards the inner smokehouse. And Dojagyeong headed towards the outer main gate on the opposite side.

At this moment, which occurred at the same time every day, contempt was always poured out.

However, Dojagyeong did not give in to this and politely greeted her seniors before walking away confidently.

It wasn't because I had no pride.

For him, whose family had fallen, the Pungryongdae was his only lifeline. Now was not the time to worry about them, and holding on was the priority.

"It seems like it suits your nature to go along without saying anything. How about asking to change your position while you're at it? Dojagyeong, the gatekeeper. Doesn't it suit you well? Haha!"

There's no need to be angry. It's only for a moment.

I tried to console myself.

A month has already passed since I joined the Murim Alliance.

In the meantime, Dojagyeong realized for the first time that human emotions can fluctuate so easily.

When I broke the stigma of being the eldest son of a fallen family and proudly passed the entrance exam to Pungryongdae, I felt like I had everything.

But when we actually come in and meet the so-called real powers of the political faction,

'Is this a political party?!'

I was overcome with depression because it was so different from what I had expected.

I even began to doubt whether my beliefs were wrong.

Of course, it only shook for a moment.

'Not everyone is like that.'

A smile lingers on Baesishi's lips. Dojagyeong, who has just entered the Murim Alliance with no one to lean on, is a duck.

A duckling that follows the first person it sees, thinking it is its mother.

He already has three mothers.

No matter how cruel the world is, just thinking about them makes me smile.

'What's a merchant to a great man? Don't just ignore this kind of thing. Tell the great man everything. If you leave it alone, it'll become a bad habit. Haha!'

Yoon Jae-sang, the head of the Sangdanju, who informed the people that it was not he who was wrong, but the enemy's fault.

'I am Mr. Ma of Haewoogak.'

Mr. Ma, the head of the Sacheonhoeju, taught us that there is no hierarchy when it comes to enforcing discipline.

and…….

"I see you, my lord!"

That woman walks in with an unwavering posture, nods slightly, and leaves.

Even after killing the pervert Cha Il-gon, she devotes herself to training without any pride.

Despite her superior status as the grand princess of the Five Great Dynasties, her superior does not hesitate to do difficult things for the sake of justice.

The Wind Dragon Lord Namgung Yena.

I can endure it because I have these three.

"Hey, Grand Master! Why are you out so early?"

As we arrived at the gatehouse, the gatekeepers came and greeted us.

“The application deadline is today, so wouldn’t it be nice if more people came to Maeng?”

"That's true… but… this is… always embarrassing. I never thought the replenishment would come from the Saryongdae…."

"It's okay. The busier we are, the more we have to help each other."

"Yes! Then I will open the door."

The gatekeepers opened the gate of the Murim Alliance with bright smiles.

According to the rank structure of the Murim Alliance, Dojagyeong was not supposed to be here.

Originally, the role of first-class and second-class warriors was to protect the main figures of the alliance and to guard the guards.

As the Saryeongdae is the elite of the Maeng, from the moment they become members, they are given the rank of Daemusa (大武士), which is one level higher.

In short, it is customary to only deploy them for major missions such as assassination, rescue, and investigation.

However, because so many people gathered for this martial arts competition, the military ordered the mobilization of even the great warriors just in case.

So, it was perhaps natural that Do Ja-kyung, the youngest and newest member of Pungryongdae, which had a bad reputation, was drafted.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. Please go inside."

The gatekeepers were skilled. Those whose status was certain were let in politely without asking, and those who were not were questioned with an eagle eye.

"passing!"

He summed it up in one short word.

Then, sometimes, I see people who I feel are unqualified.

"Stop!"

He bared his teeth like a beast and blocked the road.

"What? Why?"

"Show your nameplate and reveal your identity."

"Oh no, they said they would pass. But why are they only catching me?"

"Those whose behavior is suspicious cannot enter the guild."

"What the heck? What's wrong with me? Do you know who I am and why are you doing this?"

The gatekeeper looked the man up and down cautiously at his confident remark.

"By any chance… did you come from Gaebo?"

"What the hell?! Who do you think the beggar is!"

"Then where……"

"I'm Inma! Huh?! That name is also Noble Bloodwraith……."

"Blood…nothing?"

"So, Inma! Huh?!"

"……."

"Come out, person in charge!"

As the man raised his fist and shouted, a truly gloomy-looking woman hit him on the back of the head.

"You and me."

"four!"

The man crossed his arms and stepped back.

Although he now looks like a beggar and wears the mask of a cunning rascal, his name is also the noble son of the Bloodless Palace, Yaultak.

Yes, that's right.

Finally, Masadangpae has set foot on the Murim Alliance.

Dan Ye-hwa, who had been transformed into a slut, stepped forward.

"I came to participate in the martial arts competition."

"A martial arts competition? Hmm… Your appearance is too… If your identity is not confirmed, you cannot participate. Either reveal your true identity or demonstrate your martial arts skills."

"It would be rude to ask about martial arts so carelessly."

When he spoke in a cold tone to an already gloomy face, the gatekeeper felt a chill down his spine for a moment.

Besides, everything she said was true. It's just that… … .

'Even if you don't want to ask, it seems like you can't help but ask.'

A man who looks like a spitting thug.

A little woman painted like a cat.

He looks like a fierce bandit, but his eyes are bright and innocent.

Jeom So-i, an ordinary woman who seems to have jumped out of a guest house.

And the eaves are so gloomy.

The gatekeeper spoke firmly and cut him off.

"It looks like you came here just to see it. If you can't prove it, then I'll just turn back now… Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, Dan Ye-hwa's hand cut into his Adam's apple.

As the gatekeeper rolled on the floor, Eulharyeong, who was behind her, got startled and pulled her away.

"What, what are you doing?"

"You said to prove it. Isn't this it?"

"no!"

"I didn't know."

As expected, John Hu… … . Yaryul Tak clapped his hands with a faint smile.

As the situation suddenly escalated, Do Ja-gyeong, who was at the outpost, came running and spoke urgently.

“Are you okay? What is this…?”

"I showed you my martial arts skills because you asked me to."

"Young Lady! Don't you know that attacking a warrior of the Murim Alliance is a serious sin and will be punished severely?"

"know."

"Is it true that someone you know would do such a heinous thing?"

"I know, but I don't……"

"Mr. Park! Are you okay?"

I… I told you I didn't hit you. Dojagyeong hurriedly turned around at the groan and helped the gatekeeper up.

Dan Ye-hwa scratched the back of her ear, her lips licking her lips.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine. I was just surprised… Hehe, I'm so embarrassed."

He looked fine at first glance. He wasn't hit in the first place, but he was so surprised by the speed that he fell over on his own.

Dojakyung sighed deeply in relief.

"That's good. I'll take care of this, so you can go into the guard post and rest for a while."

Dojagyeong let the gatekeeper in, who stubbornly refused, and examined Danyehwa with serious eyes.

The surprise had not yet subsided, and a sharp anticipation escaped from his lips.

"You said you came to participate in the martial arts competition?"

"……."

"Please identify yourself."

"……."

"Young lady."

"Why don't you do it?"

"You're not going to do it? What do you mean?"

"apologize."

Although it was said in a nonchalant and thoughtless manner, Dojagyeong was overcome with embarrassment.

"Why should I apologize to you, my lady?"

"I didn't do anything to deserve public anger."

"Isn't it true that you made a threat?"

"I showed it to you because you asked me to."

"There was another way."

"When you ask someone to show off their martial arts skills, shouldn't they be confident that they can take responsibility for their words?"

"that……."

That's right. That's right. Dokmunmugi is something that shouldn't be easily shown to others.

This is an unwritten rule of martial arts.

To show it off without a justification is to insult the master and further to belittle the monkhood.

But Dojagyeong, unlike him, did not want to bow his head to this woman.

The reason is.

'For some reason… … it's rude.'

This is because the innate arrogance of the demonic cult that was called Binghwa was embedded in Dan Yehwa's body.

If you are a person of modest means, it is your priority to worry about the weak first.

I was displeased that he had such extraordinary skills but was threatening the weak gatekeeper.

"I apologize."

"Please identify yourself."

A tense battle of wits ensued between the two.

And right then.

"Excuse me. I understand our mutual situation, but… may I apologize to you instead? Haha. Then… I think I can go in."

A man with a handsome appearance and a bright smile.

"What are you?"

"Ah, I should have said hello first… This is Suhanseong of Cheongseong."

Suhanseong, the great disciple of Cheongseongpa.

That was it.

He also came here separately from Sacheonhoe to participate in the martial arts competition.

The three people's visions become entangled in the air.

It was the beginning of a new relationship.

* * *

Shanxi Wu Lin Alliance Long Jia

Jegalmun stopped his conversation at the appearance of the late figure and fixed his gaze on the door.

It was strange.

The leaders of the old file group, Umuja and Baekryo, were also present, but he didn't even glance at them.

All of his attention was focused on the mysterious Ma Cheon So who was approaching him as if he existed in another world.

If it were the original him, I would have had to ignore him because he appeared last.

I shouldn't have created something that would draw attention like this, and I should have changed the flow by making an unexpected remark in the quiet room.

Because you always had to be the one taking the lead.

'Master Ma, the head of Sacheonhoe… … .'

But she couldn't take her eyes off him.

It wasn't because of her beautiful appearance, like white jade. That was just a byproduct that didn't help much here.

Presence.

The spirit that naturally flowed from Ma Cheon-so captivated everyone.

Tall. Finally, Ma Cheon-so and Sa Cheon-hoe stopped in front of Jegalmun.

"Soldier, it's been a while."

“How have you been, Amitabha?”

When Umuja and Baekryo greeted him first, Jegalmun Deng came to his senses without showing any sign of it, nodded, and took the lottery ticket.

"It is a great blessing for the Martial Arts Alliance that Jang Moon-in and Bangjang are attending the Martial Arts Competition."

Huh! Umuja's eyes narrowed slightly. He thought that he was thick-skinned after doing such absurd things in Sacheon.

On the other hand, Baekryo still faced him with a kind smile.

Jegalmun said, glancing over Baek Woo-seon.

"I heard that the Duke of Dokjeol also visited Maeng, but I guess he didn't attend the banquet."

During this visit to the Sacheonhoe, what Jegalmun and his men were most wary of was the Dokjeol Dangjo, rather than the leaders of the Sammun or Ma Cheon-so.

It is difficult to take the initiative even if you are the one who is the best in the world when he is next to you.

But fortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.

"It's been a while since the old man came out for an outing, so you don't have to worry about him."

At Umuja's stiff answer, Jegalmundeng snickered and turned his gaze to Ma Cheon-so.

He must be about twenty-five now. He is a very young disciple.

He was a traitor under the Tang dynasty, so he was no different from himself in terms of distribution, but those around him were already looking at him with mocking eyes.

Jegalmun opened his mouth as if to say,

"It's a shame that the Lord Dokjeol is not attending… It seems that the Lord Sacheonhoe is not here either."

This time, Baekryo's eyebrows furrowed. Phew! Some even burst out in laughter.

There are few among those gathered here who do not understand the military's language.

Everyone knows that the person in front of them is the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Ma, and that Dokjeol is his private tutor.

Jegalmun knew this and cleverly sarcastically criticized it.

If it weren't for the backing of Dokjeol, this lump of blood wouldn't even exist here.

The moment when Umuja couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to open her mouth.

"Heh… Heh heh… Haha!"

Ma Cheon-so burst into a frenzy.

The faces of those in the audience, which had been filled with laughter, hardened, and Jegalmun and his associates quirked their eyebrows.

Are you crazy? I kept my mouth shut at the completely incomprehensible reaction.

Then Ma Cheon-so barely managed to suppress his smile and said.

"Oh, that's so funny… I didn't know that the military would be in the same situation as me."

What the hell is this? Everyone frowned and looked at him.

Ma Cheon-so slowly turned around, looked around at the people present, and then quickly stopped his gaze on Tae Sa-ui with cold eyes.

"Just as the leader of the party is away, I am not there. When the leader of the party is away, the military disappears and I am the acting leader… haha!"

Jegalmun and his associates furrowed their eyebrows.

How dare you! Angry, angry murmurs poured out. However, Ma Cheon-so raised the corners of his mouth as if he was not interested at all and met Jegalmundeng’s eyes.

“Let me introduce myself to you. I am Master Ma of Sacheonhoeju.”