The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 229

Episode 229 I don’t understand myself either.

There were no people I became friends with while being taken to Jecheonmaeng. He was generally quiet, as if he would get into trouble if he talked to me.

Traveling with people who can’t express their thoughts is bound to be boring.

It would have been more boring if he had interfered or even refused to eat at the places I occasionally took him. Fortunately, we started using carriages at a certain point, so we were able to meditate or take a nap in the carriage after eating.

Although I was being taken to the Jecheon Alliance, trapped in a moving prison.

My mind was calm.

I don’t know why my mind is sometimes calm. Is it because I sleep a lot? Or is it because of the travel?

Although I had never been to Jecheonmaeng in my previous life. After changing from the Jecheon Alliance to the Heukdo Alliance, there were times when he fought or killed the masters of that organization.

Anyway, I killed more black swords than white swords.

He killed more Sima Yue Dao than Heuk Dao. In a larger scope, there are times when the Black Dao is treated as Sima Mao Dao, but this is an ambiguous issue because there were also those who defined themselves as Black Dao and drew a line with Sima Wei Dao.

Jecheon Maeng is like that.

These monkey babies are sometimes just, often quarrelsome, and always set the mood. The carriage ran on a smooth road all the way, but the road became bumpy from the moment we set off after having our last meal.

By the time we got back on the smooth road… … .

The carriage stopped and I was told to get off.

I got off the carriage eating better and sleeping better than ever before. The main gate of the Jecheon Alliance, which boasts a prestige comparable to that of the Murim Alliance, was in front of me, as if the abandoned old castle had been occupied and renovated.

No matter where I looked, there was no introduction of Jecheonmaeng.

Those standing guard or walking around were all wearing navy blue uniforms. Those who used to speak informally to me changed their tone during the trip and spoke to me respectfully.

“Lord Moon, please come in.”

I looked around at the warriors of the Jecheon Alliance who had accompanied me here.

“Everyone worked hard. “Is it okay to be bald?”

The guy who had unexpectedly gone bald after being attacked by me looked at me with a disapproving expression.

“It’s not okay.”

I smiled and looked at him.

“What didn’t you kill?”

“That’s true.”

I burst out laughing and then entered the entrance of Jecheonmaeng. The guys who dragged me reported to the guard at the main gate.

“This is Lord Hao Wen, who has been called by the Lord.”

“Do you have any more company?”

“As you can see, there isn’t any. “Why are you asking useless things?”

“I’m asking because it’s a procedure.”

“Why are you talking like this?”

These assholes were arguing among themselves, so I joined in.

“Shut up. You idiots. Are there factions? “We fight among ourselves.”

The guard glared at me, and the escort also glared at me. When I thought about it, he was the guy who often made the most disrespectful expressions on the way here, so I gave him a slap on the cheek.

“expression… … .”

When I raised my hand again, the guard shouted while suppressing laughter.

“Please open the door!”

When the guy on top of the castle wall gave a signal, the main gate opened with a loud noise. Is it okay to illegally occupy an old castle like this in the name of Maeng? When I went inside, it seemed like it was okay to do so because there were quite a few troops.

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

At this level, I thought that someone who was in the old local Toho power or government office might have taken advantage of the family’s prestige to become a powerful person.

Although it was a group that used the expression ‘feng’ (盟), the atmosphere was completely different from the Namak Noklim Alliance that was associated with the leader Lim. I walked along the central road, feeling as if I was visiting a small country that is not widely known.

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“I brought Hao Wenju.”

The guard at the entrance to the main hall blocked it.

“Please wait. “I’m in a meeting.”

After traveling a long distance and entering Jecheonmaeng, I was greeted at the door in an unknown place, whether it was Daecheong or something else.

The convoy leader told me.

“Munju, I’ll have to wait a bit. “Don’t stay here, stay with us.”

I walked a few steps and kicked the main door of the main hall. With a popping sound, the sturdy main hall doors opened to the left and right, and the Jecheonmae masters sitting side by side at the long table jumped up with surprised expressions.

“what?”

I stood at the entrance and spoke to the Jecheon Alliance’s masters.

“Haomunju Li Zhaha, the Lord Meng called me here.”

One guy immediately pulled out his sword and someone stopped him from coming towards me.

“I am the Lord’s guest. “The leader must decide whether to kill him or not.”

The young guy held out his sword and said:

“Is this completely crazy?”

I ignored the sword and walked over to stand at the end of the long table. I thought that if I sat here, I would be able to talk face to face with the Lord of Jecheon, who would be sitting in the royal throne in front, but there were no chairs.

“Bring a chair.”

The group seemed to be ignoring what I said, so I headed directly to the chairs placed against the wall. As I went to get a chair, I looked at the Jecheonmae masters’ eyes, which were so glued to me that their heads were moving slowly.

As I received a lot of attention, I personally brought a chair and sat down in a place where I could face the Lord of Jecheon.

At this point, some people were laughing, while others were laughing and sighing.

Since I had nothing else to say, I looked at the executives of the Jecheon League one by one.

“… … .”

I raised my hand and asked the executives.

“Who wants to speak clearly?”

“… … .”

“It’s okay if you don’t have it.”

After putting my hand down and looking inside the main hall, someone asked me.

“Do you know why you came here?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I called you because you said that you could personally kill 80% of Jecheonmaeng. When the leader comes, apologize politely. “Don’t make a big deal out of small things.”

I kept my mouth shut because I anticipated the inconvenience of having to repeat what I said when the Jecheon lord came. Instead, he looked around at the executives to gauge their martial arts skills. In general, it is a lie to say that you can tell his skills as soon as you see him. Moreover, when there are more than a dozen executives, it is difficult to keep track of them all.

We even had a few snowball fights.

Also look at the appearance of the face.

I moved my back and neck, which had been sore from riding the carriage, and waited for the Lord of Jecheon. As I kept my mouth shut, as always, mocking words flowed out toward me.

“Danju Quan, what kind of force is Hao Wen doing?”

“I don’t know. “It looks like a black power in the Namhwa area.”

It was wrong, so I corrected it.

“It is not a dark island because it is a force fighting against the Demonic Cult.”

The executives all glared at me.

I looked at my fingers as I picked my nose for a moment. Nothing particularly dirty came out, but picking my nose with my finger was more beautiful than looking at their rotten faces.

“The Lord is coming.”

The executives all stood up and looked at me, who was not getting up. The one closest to me on the right said to me.

“Get up.”

I rested my chin on one arm and looked at the guy on my right and closed my eyes. Someone was trying to nag me, but when I quickly shut my mouth, I heard footsteps. The sound of light footsteps and the sound of swords and trousers brushing against one’s waist were also mixed at a certain pace.

I opened my eyes after hearing the sound of the Lord of Jecheon, who had walked with his mouth closed, sitting down in the royal temple.

Lord Jecheon asked me.

“Who are you?”

The executive answered on his behalf.

“This is Hao Wen Ju, Li Zhaha.”

“Why are you here? “Go out and wait.”

While the executives were glaring at me, I was glaring at the Jecheon Lord.

His age is similar to that of Lim So-baek, and he was a man who often fought with Lim So-baek in his past life, and his name was Joo-geuk (朱克). When I saw him in person, he was a man who looked like a mixed race person. Gangho people are secretly mixed race. Joo-geuk had the atmosphere of the Sata tribe, which belongs to the proletariat, but I don’t care about a person’s appearance or origin.

But I was concerned because he was a mean-looking guy.

There is a difference between being ugly and being ugly.

I got up as if I was going outside and then sat down again.

“… … If you call me, say something. Wait. Don’t tell me to stay out. I am not your subordinate. Hao Wen is not a member of the Jecheon Alliance, so if I came here myself, I should be polite.”

Did I say something too absurd?

Only then did a few executives laugh with a helpless look on their faces.

Jecheon lord Jugeuk also smiled and said.

“As I heard, there is no such thing as a crazy person. “Let’s talk about Hao Wen-ju first.”

“Yes, Lord.”

I muttered to myself so that others could hear.

“… … “Is the intimidation starting now?”

This way, you won’t be talking to yourself. Joo-geuk laughed, lifting her chin, as if it seemed a bit absurd, and then spoke to me.

“Hao Wenju, are you so close to Lin Xiaobaek that you are so disrespectful to me? “I heard that you still show courtesy to Lim So-baek, but it seems you don’t treat me that way.”

Still, he seemed to have a knack for speaking, perhaps because he was a leader.

I answered by nodding.

“It’s a different level. Master Lim is even better at martial arts. The force is also bigger. Since we are running the Murim Alliance to look after the lives of the people, our intentions are even better. On the other hand, Jecheonmaeng turns a blind eye to the corruption and corruption of unscrupulous merchants and instead pockets a huge amount of money. He is getting involved in a newly started business and extorting money, or buying a business with money and accumulating wealth, so he cannot be compared to the leader Lim So-baek. It’s shameless. Still, Jecheonmaeng will have more money than Lim Maengju.”

The executives fell silent and looked at the Lord of Jecheon.

Lord Jecheon, whose smile had disappeared, asked me.

“Are you saying such harsh things because you have the confidence to survive here?”

“I don’t have such calculated actions. If you want to kill, go for it. “It’s true that we both have dark temperaments, so it’s not too late to continue the conversation after the fight.”

“You are a violent friend.”

I nodded.

“There seem to be a lot of experts. Are you going to fight?”

Zhou Geuk, the lord of Jecheon, looked at me blankly and spoke in a relaxed tone.

“Let’s talk more.”

“Really? Did you call me because I said I could kill 80% of the Jecheonmaeng masters by myself? Maengju, were those words so unpleasant and uncomfortable? Why did the leader of the Jecheon Alliance cling to the Archduke of the Demonic Cult and come to kill me? It seems like he doesn’t care about the client when it comes to money. “I have already killed many of the Demon Cult’s troops and have been criticized by the cult leader, but if Jecheon-maeng plans to continue his strong activities while taking orders from the Demon Cult.”

While I was talking, I scratched my cheek because it was itchy.

“… … .”

“What if you plan to continue? “Speak up.”

I answered after scratching my cheek.

“It’s war here. I definitely sent the head of the Won Ga-seong clan, who had been attacking me, alive, but they got so angry at such a slip of the tongue that they killed the head of the Won family clan and called me in… … Did I look like such an asshole?”

Jecheon lord Jugeuk looked at me blankly. It was probably a look that was measuring the level of martial arts. Joo Geuk narrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth.

“No matter how I look at it, your skills are not higher than mine, so I can’t understand what confidence you have to show up like this.”

I tapped my hand on the table.

“Don’t try to understand me because I don’t understand myself either. Just say it right here. I am an enemy of the Demonic Cult. “If the Jecheon Alliance continues to serve as the leader of the Demonic Cult, there will be war.”

I glared at the executives and also looked at the Lord of Heaven before speaking.

“As promised, I will kill 80% of Jecheonmaeng with my own hands, and if I am lucky, I will run away. If I am unlucky, I will die on the spot. I will also receive one-on-one service. Instead, it is only accepted as a life-or-death decision in which one party dies. Either attack everyone, drain my power from the executives in a one-on-one life-or-death situation, or attack the leader himself, do whatever you want. “Don’t expect anything from me through negotiations and threats.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the main hall changed so much that I flinched. It felt like some kind of stale air was suddenly swirling around in the main hall. When I looked, it seemed like everyone was radiating murderous spirit.

Zhou Geuk, the lord of Jecheon, laughed.

“You are a confident man. In that case, the best solution would be for me to step up one-on-one. “Are you okay?”

I placed both hands on the table and then stood up.

“not bad. If the opponent is the leader of Jecheon, you should fight with all your might. “It’s worth coming this far.”

The executives stood up quietly, and the leader of Jecheon also stood up from the temple.

I turned around with my back to me and kicked open the main hall entrance again. Suddenly the sky seemed clear, so I let out a shout and headed towards a wide area.

“The weather is nice… … all!”

I walked with my back exposed to the Jecheon lord and officials, then turned around and put my arms on my waist.

No matter how much I think about it, wouldn’t the Lord of Heaven be stronger than me? I couldn’t erase this doubt from my mind.

In that case, I went in with the mindset that I would first destroy the Jecheon Alliance.

Anyway, my attacks are loud.

If you run away while destroying all of the Jecheon Alliance’s household goods, wouldn’t the Jecheon Alliance leader also change his mind?

Or not.

When was I ever such a planned person?

I glared at the Lord of Jecheon, who was walking out with his chin raised.

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