The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 18

18. Rain and the Man of Steel (1)

Jeon Pung and Han Go-wook suddenly became afraid of Ilyang County itself.

There was something somewhat lacking in all of them, and as time went by, that lack of quality felt strangely scary.

Since Mrs. Son didn’t say anything, Jeon Pung eventually had to come forward and explain the situation.

“There was never any talk of killing him. “It’s true, so go up and ask.”

Cha Seong-tae asked Mrs. Son as if she couldn’t believe it.

“But why did Mrs. Son come out?”

Mrs. Son responded with a sour expression.

“I came out to get some air. “I feel like I’m going to die of frustration because I’m keeping her mouth shut.”

“You said you would send it to me?”

Mrs. Son nodded.

“yes.”

Cha Seong-tae finally opened the way and spoke.

“Please take a look.”

Jeon Pung and Han Go-wook quietly passed among the beggars of Ilyang County with their mouths tightly shut.

Cha Seong-tae’s voice was heard from behind.

“Have another drink next time.”

Jeonpung responded.

“Nothing to do.”

* * *

Seongtae Cha asked me as if he was worried.

“Is it okay if I send it away like that?”

If things were handled as Cha Seong-tae had planned, a lot of black cats would come in just a few days. In the first place, those who belong to the Twelve Gods compete with each other, join forces, and then become antagonistic, so they cannot devote much energy to these rural areas. And the scariest man in this area is Daenachal, the master of the Twelve Gods. There was no need to attract Daenakchal’s attention right now.

Of course, there was no need to explain this to Cha Seong-tae.

“It would be quite difficult to report it because they would be afraid of those who have been drinking. The fear of being reprimanded will be greater than the desire for revenge against me. “People who go around trying to extort money are inherently quick at calculating.”

“Um, I see.”

“Ilyanghyeon will be a little quieter now. “I want to practice again.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere… … . Recover all of Lu Ju’s assets and manage them for yourself, and temporarily take over as Hao Wen’s governor. “Keep in mind that if you embezzle public funds, you will be dismissed from your position as commander-in-chief.”

Sensing something ominous, Cha Seong-tae asked as if seeking information.

“What happens if I am dismissed?”

I said.

“If you are dismissed, you will be put to death.”

Seongtae Cha’s eyes opened brightly.

“If you are dismissed, you will be put to death? “Is there such a law?”

“I am the gatekeeper. “The lord of the moon makes the law.”

“… … .”

I patted Cha Seong-tae on the shoulder and congratulated him on his promotion.

“Drink a glass of celebratory wine to celebrate being appointed general manager.”

I poured Sampoom Dugangju for Cha Seong-tae. Seongtae Cha looked at the ceiling and forced himself to drink.

“Ugh, it’s Sampoom.”

“Our Commander-in-Chief is competent and will do well. “I can trust only Commander-in-Chief Cha, right?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Why are you so insincere in your answer? Do you want to be fired?”

“Oh, no. great. I will do my best. “Because I don’t want to be left behind.”

“Be good. I will support you later, Cha Seong-tae of Ilyang Jeil Sword. There will also be a star like this. Believe me.”

Cha Seong-tae responded in a dejected tone.

“I write too.”

“Ah, then Ilyang Jeildo. “Don’t worry about the Black Cat Room.”

All of the Twelve Gods who survived later were kneeling in front of me and then getting slapped. Of course, that wasn’t the case right now, so we needed to buy time.

I got up with the intention of going to have hangover.

“let’s work hard.”

“Yes, please take a look.”

Cha Seong-tae sighed and drank the remaining glass of Doogangju.

“I’m going to drink some alcohol.”

Suddenly, Cha Seong-tae felt the bitter taste of life as a powerhouse in his mouth. Even though he was promoted, an unknown feeling of sadness came over him. Maybe it was because the superior was young.

‘Life as a powerhouse isn’t easy.’

Maybe it was because the superior’s previous job was a clerk.

* * *

After coming out of Giru, I looked around without much thought at the panoramic view of Ilyang County. I walked down the street, looked at several stores, and walked again.

People who were living without much looked at me, and people who had heard the rumor that I had killed the three Jo brothers looked surprised.

I didn’t care what happened.

Since the everyday scenery of ordinary people was the same, I planned to continue walking this path.

When we arrived at Chunyang Banjeom, Geum Cheol-yong of Yongdu Cheolbang was eating noodles alone.

“Mr. Gold.”

Geum Cheol-yong nodded and made a hand gesture.

“I already had a drink. I heard you come here often. Because I don’t step near the base. “It’s not because I’m afraid of people.”

“Of course you will.”

Jang Deuk-su, the owner of Chunyang Restaurant, asked.

“Would you like me to roll one for you?”

“I also have noodles.”

“I get it.”

Geum Cheol-yong said as he put down his bowl of noodles.

“They killed them all. Jo Il-seom, Jo I-gyeol, and Jo Sam-pyeong. As promised before, let’s talk next.”

“Of course.”

Geum Cheol-yong asked as if he was worried.

“Anyway, won’t the Black Cat Room come rushing in? If that happens, I think a lot of young people here will die. “Do you have a plan?”

I fully understand Geum Cheol-yong’s concerns. Even in my past life, it was this man who protested the most against being asked to pay a bribe.

“It won’t come right away. Even if a fight breaks out, I did it alone, so everyone else will be fine.”

Geum Cheol-yong asked while tilting his head.

“Can you handle it alone?”

“yes.”

Geum Cheol-yong shook his head.

“It’s hard to believe the bluff. “Does he have a master, or has he met a recluse?”

“Think whatever you want. Anyway, it will be difficult for me to believe in what I will do in the future.”

“It’s a strange thing. Well, Jeomsoi of Jaha Gaekjan killed all three Jo brothers one day. It’s hard to believe. Is there anything I can support you with in the future?”

“There is, but I don’t know if Mr. Geum can do it.”

Geum Cheol-yong smiled and responded.

“We don’t trust each other like this. Still, try saying something. “The people I usually considered a thorn in my side have disappeared, so I have to do that without any conditions.”

After thinking for a moment about what kind of work I would like to entrust to Geum Cheol-yong for the time being, I opened my mouth.

“I think that the weapons that are the most difficult to make in the world are very light when held in the hand, but are sharper than anything else. What do you think, Mr. Geum?”

“Famous swords are usually like that. The Tao is slightly different. There needs to be a certain amount of heaviness, because in most cases it goes well with the painting method. Masters who combine external and internal skills tend to prefer heavy swords. Well, I heard that the higher your level, the more you don’t need weapons. “Because it’s such an unrealistic story.”

“Have you ever made something that could be called a famous sword or a treasure trove at Yongducheolbang?”

“Of course not.”

“Is there a reason?”

Geum Cheol-yong answered clearly.

“The fact that it doesn’t make money is just an excuse. If word got out that you had made a famous sword, who would buy it? An expert suitable for a famous sword will buy it. What if he is a famous black swordsman? Or what if it is the Twelve Gods that you have heard rumors about? I wonder if I will get the right price. “It would probably be fortunate if the people in the iron room were not all killed by the expert after the sword was taken away.”

“hmm.”

It made sense.

“But let’s say you get lucky and get the full price. “What will happen after that?”

“A competitor of the person who bought the sword or another black sword master will come and threaten to make another good sword.”

“I know very well. Building a reputation by making good weapons means coming into contact with truly scary men. In most cases, we build bad relationships rather than good ones. Most people in the world know. “When a famous sword suddenly appears in a river, people who want to take it will kill and kill each other repeatedly.”

“So you deliberately stopped paying attention to the famous sword? “That seems like a cowardly excuse.”

“There are many different ways of life. Some people want fame, while others value survival. Our Yongducheolbang is quite old, but it has lasted a long time because it makes and sells appropriate weaponry. “It’s something I do to make a living, so what kind of fame is that?”

Geum Cheol-yong smiled and asked Jang Deuk-su.

“Deuksu, isn’t it?”

Jang Deuk-su nodded and answered.

“That’s right. “Elderly.”

Geum Cheol-yong said while tapping the cleanly emptied bowl of noodles with his finger.

“Look at Deuksu’s cooking skills. Although the restaurant is shabby, Deuksu’s cooking skills are the best in Ilyang County. However, let’s say Deuksu gets a job as a clerk at a famous company like Sega. If Sega gets involved in a conflict and is destroyed, then Deuksu will also die. Because of this great cooking skill, he will die. “Cases like this are also common in iron rooms.”

I nodded at Geum Cheol-yong’s words.

“I heard you well. Anyway, the weapon I want is… … .”

“As I said, the famous sword… … .”

“It’s not a sword. And I’m not asking you to make a famous sword or a luxury item. Just listen first.”

“Tell me.”

I took a sip of the soup and then continued talking.

“There is no need for sharp weapons. “It doesn’t have to be light.”

Geum Cheol-yong answered.

“Then it’s not a luxury product.”

“Yes.”

“Then what on earth do you want me to make?”

I responded.

“I give up sharpness. Weight doesn’t matter either. “The weapons I want are weapons that cannot be broken, bent, or bent by anything.”

Geum Cheol-yong crossed his arms as if he was going to listen, and I continued speaking.

“For example, it doesn’t matter to me if you carry around a whole piece of iron. So, we are giving up sharpness and weight. This is not a request to create a luxury product. It is simply something that cannot be easily cut by any famous sword, and even though it is rough and rough, it is solid itself. In the end, what I want is something like the Yeoui-bong used by Jecheon Daeseong.”

While listening to me, Geum Cheol-yong narrowed his eyebrows.

“Something like Yeouibong?”

“That is to say, yes. This means that even its shape does not matter whether it is a pole, a gun, or a spear. “I only want to be solid.”

“What do you plan to do with it?”

“It’s training. “I am also training to become a man of steel.”

In this atmosphere, it was impossible to say the word “Steel Turtle.”

For a moment, Geum Cheol-yong, Jang Deuk-su and I didn’t say anything. Geum Cheol-yong was lost in thought, just like Geum Cheol-yong, and Jang Deuk-su kept his mouth shut for a long time as if he would not disturb him.

After a while, Jang Deuk-su looked outside and said.

“It’s raining.”

The three of us watched the pouring rain in silence for a while.

The gazes of the owner of the soup restaurant, the man who worked as Jeomsoy, and the man who lives by touching iron every day stayed in the rain for a long time.

At a moment like this, there was no need for conversation.

I also watched the pouring rain, forgetting about Gangho for a moment.

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