Episode 1127 This is hell, this place. (2)
“Is it too much?”
“yes.”
Ho Jiamyeong continued speaking with a stern expression.
“The people executed today cannot be called fools. “Aren’t they all people who held important positions in the Heukgwibo and Surochae?”
“okay?”
Jang Il-so was distraught, as if he wasn’t particularly interested in such things. Ho Ga-myeong fully expected this kind of reaction. But it was his job to say what he had to say.
“If we hit those people like this… we will eventually be unable to avoid a weakening of our power.”
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so glanced towards the door and muttered something out of nowhere.
“I told you to come slowly, but it would be nice if I brought you a drink and rested.”
“…Lord Ryeon.”
A sigh escaped from Hu Jiaming’s mouth.
“It’s not that I don’t know what Lord Ryeon thinks. But… as you know, our situation is not that easy. It is unfortunate that those who will be executed have the power, but what is more regrettable is the administrative vacuum that will be created by their disappearance. “It’s going to take quite a while to replace that.”
Only then did Jang Il-so look directly at Ho Ji-myeong. The pale eyes were still indifferent. Hu Jiaming swallowed dry saliva and continued speaking.
“It is not my intention to break Lord Ryeon’s will. “I just wanted to ask you if it would be better to slightly reduce the number of people to be executed for the sake of you and the Four Sisters.”
“Hmm.”
“They are already terrified. “If you show me mercy, I will never dare to go against you again.”
“A pseudonym, a pseudonym.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“It’s something I always feel.”
“yes.”
Jang Ilsoo looked at Hu Jiaming with a strange smile.
“You don’t seem like a good fit for Safa.”
“…yes?”
Hu Jiaming’s eyes widened at those absurd words. How would people react if they were told that the household name of Doksimnachal was not appropriate for the Sapa?
It’s hard to refute these words because they came from the mouth of Jang Il-so of the world, but if these words had come from someone else’s mouth, anyone would have snorted as soon as they heard them.
“How…”
“That’s right.”
Jang Il-so chuckled and laughed.
“Wouldn’t that guy named Sapa tell us to show mercy and that we wouldn’t be able to fight back again?”
“But that…”
“I know.”
Jang Il-so smiled and said, sighing.
“Once you see what something scary is, you probably think you won’t dare to fight back again.”
“Yes, I…”
“But.”
Jang Il-so paused, his eyes shining coldly.
“Humans are not as wise as you think. “Most people, once they learn a lesson, do not remember it and soon forget it.”
“….”
“And then I think of it in my own favor. “The people who fought against Jang Il-so were eventually released and survived, so wouldn’t it be okay to try one more time?”
Hu Jiaming tightly closed his lips.
“okay. That’s what humans are like. “Especially the tribe called Sapa.”
Jang Il-so waved his hand. I felt sick just thinking about it.
“Humans easily forget grace and never forget resentment. But there are some things more unforgettable than resentment. “Do you know what that is?”
“….”
“It’s fear.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes sank grimly.
“Fear engraved deep in my bones. The fear that just resisting would be better than death. “The fear that I will never be able to defeat the author.”
“….”
“It is that extreme fear that moves people.”
“Ryeonju.”
Ho Jiamyeong looked at Jang Ilso quietly and then opened his mouth. I know it’s meaningless to ask, but… this was just his pure curiosity about Jang Il-so.
“Don’t you trust your subordinates?”
“You say something interesting.”
Jang Il-so giggled and laughed.
“There are people in this world you can trust. Are you saying you trust these bastards? I would rather trust those political faction bastards than trust those bastards. At least they aren’t fickle. “He’s as honest as a cow.”
A sigh escapes from Hu Jiaming’s mouth. That answer didn’t feel new, so I felt frustrated.
“But Lord Ryeonju. I am not advising you to be kind to them. “Shouldn’t we use those bastards when necessary?”
“Of course that is correct. “If we leave these human-like people alone, you will be the only one left in this scam.”
Jang Il-so had a strange smile on his face.
“How do you feel? Are you going to try it together again like before? Like those days when you had nothing and were miserable?”
As the old story came out of Jang Il-so’s mouth, a rare smile appeared on Hu Jia-myeong’s lips.
“To be honest, I don’t think it would be that bad… but I guess I can’t go back.”
“Yeah, I see. It’s a shame. “A pseudonym, we have come too far.”
“But isn’t that what you wanted?”
“of course.”
Jang Il-so does not wallow in regret. I don’t miss the past. The place where his eyes are directed is always tomorrow, not the past, and not here but a higher place.
It’s a strange thing.
Jang Il-so acquired many things. Many things that once felt like dreams… or rather, delusions, have become reality and have been forcibly trampled and pushed under my feet.
However, Jang Il-so’s life is not particularly different from the past.
Although he went from being a humble ronin to being the ark of a million people and eventually becoming the leader of the Sapae-ryeon, the only things that have changed for Jang Il-so are that the room he lives in has become a little more luxurious and the alcohol he drinks has become a little more expensive. These are things that can be achieved without even having to do a lot of practicing.
Nevertheless, Jang Il-so was devouring everything ravenously. Like a hungry ghost that is greedy for desire itself.
“So shouldn’t we find a way to utilize even those people? “Even if it’s a rusty knife, it’s better than nothing.”
Jang Il-so placed the white glass at eye level, looked at it quietly, and spoke.
“A pseudonym.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“Isn’t power like a sword?”
“…Did you say knife?”
“Yes, that’s right. Do you know what is important when making a famous sword?”
“…It means using good iron.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“But if all you have is miscellaneous iron, isn’t it basic to make use of that miscellaneous iron?”
“of course. But surprisingly, the most important thing in making a famous sword is not the material.”
“if?”
“It’s about not being greedy.”
“….”
Hu Jiaming slightly furrowed his eyebrows. This is because it was not easy to understand what Jang Il-so was saying.
“Let’s say you have a piece of iron to make a sword and a little more to spare. “What should I do to make a sword out of it?”
“That’s right…”
Hu Jiaming answered with the utmost common sense.
“I will make the sword body with a piece of iron and the handle with the remaining iron. Otherwise, mix it with the sheath…”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Jang Il-so also nodded as if what he said was not wrong. However, the words that came out of his mouth next were somewhat different from Hu Jiaming’s expectations.
“Then you will ruin the sword.”
“…yes?”
Jang Il-so laughed out loud as if it was fun.
“When iron goes into the handle, the weight of the sword changes. You deviate from your ideal weight. If you mix Hancheol into the scabbard that protects the sword, it becomes harder than necessary. Then the blade will spoil.”
“….”
“The best way is to make a sword from a single piece of iron and throw away the rest. “It would be okay to sell something.”
Jang Il-so turned the bottle upside down. He frowned as he watched a drop of alcohol fall and continued speaking with a sigh.
“But most things called humans can’t throw away that extra season. As you said, those that are used on the scabbard or on the handle are better. But do most of you know how to do it?”
“…I do not know.”
“They put all the money they have into their swords and throw them away.”
“….”
“It’s just expensive, and it’s nothing more than a cheap iron sword. Yet people wield it as if it were a great sword. I didn’t know that using that sword would diminish my own skills. “No, maybe I know it, but I can’t give up my greed.”
A sigh escaped from Hu Jiaming’s mouth.
“Are they extra iron?”
“Yes, I know.”
Jang Il-so slowly stood up.
“That’s what greed is. If you know that it is of little use and that it would be difficult to sell it, you should throw it away immediately. But you can’t do that. “I think even iron like that can be used someday.”
“….”
“Power is not something you can hold in your arms and forget about, like extra iron. Just by existing, it can control me. Do you understand?”
“Ryeonju.”
“I don’t need anything extra to dull me. Power must fit perfectly in my hand like a famous sword. Holding and waving a poorly sharpened sword full of impurities is the behavior of a clown. “Anything that grows large and moves arbitrarily… must be eliminated, either by beheading them or setting them on fire.”
A playful and charming smile suddenly appeared on Jang Il-so’s lips.
“In the meantime, since I am teaching a good lesson to those who remain, I will be paying a very high price. “Isn’t that so?”
Hu Jiaming ended up nodding his head.
The enemy is infinitely more powerful. Therefore, Ho Jiamyeong tried to further increase the Sapaeryeon in some way. But Jang Il-so seemed to have different thoughts.
In that case, we must follow Jang Il-so’s will. The person who drives this force is not him, but Jang Il-so.
“A pseudonym.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“The war we will have to experience in the future will be different from what we have experienced so far. “You will have to deal with multiple enemies, not just one.”
“….”
“Whenever that happens, if those idiots act as they please, they have no choice but to lose even in a winnable war.”
Hu Jiaming nodded.
That is a fact he also knows well.
“So first of all, we have to make them dogs, not people. A dog that barks when it barks and wags its tail when it barks. Those who don’t want to become dogs can die as humans. That’s… true mercy. Do you understand?”
“…Could they really be Lord Ryeon’s dogs?”
Jang Il-so’s face was filled with curiosity.
“then. If you kill all those who do not follow and realize that not following my commands brings more fearful consequences than dying at the hands of the enemy… humans will disappear.”
“….”
“It will take a long time. You will have to go through a cumbersome process. But if only it were all over…”
Jang Il-so’s eyes stared at the ceiling. No, it would be correct to say that I was looking at something that existed beyond the ceiling.
“At last I will have the qualifications to hold the world in my hands.”
Hu Jiaming’s hands trembled slightly. Has Jang Il-so ever said something like that in the past?
“If you say so, I will just follow.”
If so, you should do it. Even if it means staining the entire Gangnam area, not just the Sapaeryeon, with blood.
“okay.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes were filled with heated desire. At the same time, Hu Jiaming’s heart was also boiling hotly.
At that time, Jang Il-so seemed to remember something and said.
“Before that, go and get some alcohol.”
“….”
“We need to change the argument….”
“….”
A sigh escaped from Hu Jiaming’s mouth.
