Episode 213
The next day, when the sun went down and night came again, the two of them moved to the manor where the Black Poetry was held.
Unlike the previous day, both of them were wearing bamboo ribs with black cotton thread at the end of the brim.
Danju looked around. The manor was located in a remote place, but there was no one there.
It seemed that the coffin, which had been handed over by Saparyeon in advance, completely controlled those heading this way.
Danju and Budanju looked at each other for a while and then started walking towards the main gate of the manor.
But after a while.
‘This?’
The two of them were on opposite sides of each other without even realizing it.
The truth was unfolding in the manor.
“It’s not as good as ours, but it’s a truce made by a person with quite excellent skills.”
When Bu Dan-ju spoke softly, Dan-ju took out a piece of black-stained paper from his bosom and held it.
It was an invitation from Dark City secretly sent to them.
– We invite you to a secret sacrament.
After 30 nights, I’ll see you at the Chiljang Market in Seongdo.
* Only one companion is allowed.
‘The law of destruction of the truth is not written.’
But looking again, nothing was written except for a light greeting and the location of the manor.
“Anyway, it seems that finding the life gate here is the minimum qualification.”
At that moment, the vice-danju stepped forward.
Suaa!
In an instant, a tremendous energy surged through his whole body.
Even if you look at it lightly, it was at least a huge energy that reached the hwagyeong.
Then, in an instant, he completely grasped the structure of the jinbeop.
Parbat!
With very skillful footwork, he stepped on various directions to find his life gate.
Danju also started chasing after him.
hold on for a while
Chow!
‘… … !’
The eyes of the two shimmered like a haze, and the scenery they saw suddenly changed completely.
The shabby manor, which had been exposed for a long time, disappeared completely, and a huge manor with more splendid high-rise buildings than anywhere else in the central plains was unfolded.
This was Chiljangjang, where black poetry was held.
“Both of you can come this way.”
After breaking through the camp, a warrior covered his face with a mask depicting a terrifying demon approached and spoke to them.
They nodded and naturally followed his guidance.
Looking around, at a glance, there were quite a few people talking to the warriors.
All of them had their faces covered with masks or bamboo ribs.
In addition, there were quite a few people who radiated unusual energy.
“There will be an identification process. I will check the invitation first.”
“This is the top of plantains from Oromokje. Seo Joo-an, the solitary owner.”
“It is the vice-owner Joo Myeongho.”
top of plantain.
It was the guild that held all the commercial districts on the Xinjiang side, and there they were those who had omnipotent power and could not touch the government.
Musa checked the list he was holding in his hand, and then nodded slightly.
“Yes, I checked. Then, would you please take off the bamboo ribs next? I will compare it to the face-breaking.”
Seo Joo-an flinched at the warrior’s words.
When asked to show his face, he showed a reluctance that could not be hidden.
“… … Should I even do that?”
“This is an indispensable guideline. If you want to use black vision, please follow me.”
Seo Joo-an and Joo Myung-ho took off their bamboo ribs after thinking for a while.
Surprise passed through the eyes of the dark-eyed warrior who could be seen through the hole in the mask.
Unlike Joo Myeong-ho, who looked like an ordinary man, Seo Joo-an’s appearance was so outstanding that even a man like him would be surprised.
However, for a while, Musa took out a bundle of papers attached to the list.
After Musa turned around so that only he could see it, he checked the contents of the paper, and there were many faces drawn on it.
Soon, I found a picture of the two people and began to compare them with my eyes wide open.
‘… … I bet the vice-chief didn’t play tricks all the way here.’
Trying to hide his nervous expression, Seo Joo An thought to himself.
The moment when Joo Myeong-ho, who was watching from behind, quietly reached for his sword hanging from his waist without anyone noticing.
“Yes confirmed.”
Musa’s inspection process was over.
“As soon as the authenticity of the slip is confirmed, you can go in immediately.”
‘Whoa! Was it worrying for nothing?’
Joo Myeong-ho took a deep breath and took out the slip from his pocket and handed it over.
Musa’s eyes widened.
The amount written on the slip is a whopping 15 gold coins.
It was within three fingers of those who had come so far.
It was then that the two of them were about to move inside after the slip check was over.
“Mistress, what’s so complicated!”
The rear suddenly became noisy.
The two stopped walking and looked back.
Another black-haired warrior and a young man were arguing.
Unlike the others, the young man was not wearing a mask covering his face.
Greed filled his puffy face, befitting his chubby physique.
Musa continued talking to the excited man in a cold voice.
“As I said, we cannot let you in if your identity cannot be verified. Please state your affiliation and name.”
At the words of the warrior, the man snorted as if he was laughing and spoke.
“joy! I am Hwang Yu-sin, the next head of Daeho Cheoldang!”
‘… … Hocheoldang?’
When the name of an unexpected place came out, everyone, including Seo Joo-an, saw a different face.
Hocheoldang, a gathering of all iron statues and artisans across the country, made it its first principle to never get involved in any Moorim affairs.
However, the next Dangju appeared in the dark.
“… … Are you saying that you are from Hocheoldang?”
“Then would I lie? Hurry up and get an invitation!”
Musa did not easily believe in the man’s actions, which he spoke confidently with his shoulders back.
He would have sent invitations to Hocheoldang every year, but it was the first time someone had visited.
In addition, given that his surname was ‘Hwang’, it seemed certain that he was the bloodline of Hwang Gong-mang, the current owner of Hocheoldang.
However, he had never heard of the name Hwang Yu-sin.
The warrior, who had been struggling, groaned and spoke.
“… … I’m sorry, but there was no reply saying that he would come in advance, so we can’t break Hwang Yu-shin’s appearance. Because of that, I couldn’t confirm my identity, so I’m sorry this time… … ”
“What bullshit is that!”
Hwang Yu-sin, who crumpled his face, interrupted the warrior.
Hwang Yu-shin, who was very excited, rolled his eyes and then spoke up.
“Anyway, I just need to confirm that I am the owner of Hocheoldang, right?”
“… … yes?”
The moment when the warrior tilts his head at Hwang Yu-shin’s unknown words.
Swoop.
“What are you doing!”
Chaechaechaeng!
Suddenly, Hwang Yu-shin put his hand into his chest, and the black-eyed warriors who were watching drew their swords at the same time.
“Okay, where is this… … .”
A vicious situation unfolded around him, but Hwang Yu-shin rummaged in his arms without paying attention.
“Oh I found it!”
He soon pulled out a small whistle and held it up.
It wasn’t a threatening object, but the Dark City warriors didn’t let go of their tension.
At that moment, when the atmosphere of impulsiveness unfolded, the man brought the whistle to my mouth.
Beep!
After a whistle-like sound echoed from the whistle.
Suaa! Wedge liquid!
The wind roared loudly.
“That one!”
‘What is this!’
Soon, something flew in from far away through the night sky.
All the warriors were puzzled by the mysterious creature that broke through the camp.
In the midst of this, a black figure appeared and sat on Hwang Yu-shin’s right wrist.
The one who knew the name of the being swallowed in vain and shouted loudly.
“Black God!”
A spiritual object that is said to be passed down only to the owner of Hocheoldang appeared.
The surroundings became noisy with a murmur.
Heuksinung is the only spiritual creature in the world.
The moment the author called out the black god, his identity was confirmed.
However, even so, it was difficult for the warriors to easily believe in the sudden appearance of Hwang Yu-sin.
‘… … Did Huang Gong-mang really decide that guy to be the next head of the family and pass on the black god?’
‘Could it be the thief who stole the invitations and spiritual objects from Hocheoldang?’
A lot of doubts were welling up inside.
For that reason, in the midst of confusion in the audience, Hwang Yu-sin was satisfied with the people’s surprise and continued to behave in a calm manner.
“Now, it seems that things have been sorted out. I’ll take out a slip for you to use too.”
Hwang Yu-shin put his hand in his bosom again and took out a slip and handed it to me.
Unexpectedly, the samurai who received the slip screamed involuntarily.
“omg! 3 30 tubes!”
His eyes widened as he checked the amount written on the slip.
Not only the warriors who were wary of his words, but also those who watched the situation around them were surprised.
‘… … Thirty tubes?’
It was an unbelievable amount.
It was Hwang Yu-sin who brought the most gold jewels among those who had come to Heuksi.
The warriors gulped dry saliva and looked at each other.
They do not know what to do with an amount that is more than they can afford.
But that was then.
“Uh huh, what are you doing without attending Lord Sodang!”
A deep voice echoed from inside the manor.
Everyone’s eyes turned to it.
Yang In-hong, the general manager of Black City and the leader of the Gold Hwang Merchant, appeared.
“Are you the owner of this place?”
Hwang Yu-shin said to him in a cheeky manner.
Then, Yang In-hong, who had been furious and frowned at his subordinates, quickly changed his expression to a friendly face.
“Jesus, forgive the rudeness of your subordinates. nice to see you. I am Yang In-hong, the owner of Geumhwang Industrial Complex.”
“joy! Hwang Yu-sin of Hocheoldang.”
“aha! I heard that the next head of Hocheoldang would be worthy of devotion, but I did not expect that he would be so outstanding. haha.”
The corners of Hwang Yu-shin’s mouth went up at the words that came out of Yang In-hong’s mouth.
“Hmm, unlike the subordinates, Yang Danju is well versed in rumors.”
“Whew, what are you going to do? It’s because my poor subordinates are blind and deaf. I will personally serve Hwang Dang-ju in order to clean up the filial piety. Now, come this way.”
“Haha that’s good.”
When Yang In-hong told him to guide him, a bright smile appeared on Hwang Yu-shin’s face.
The time when Hwang Yu-shin followed Yang In-hong into the manor.
The eyes of Seo Joo-an and Hwang Yu-shin, who were watching him, crossed in the air.
‘… … !’
‘… … !’
Surprisingly, a different color appeared in the eyes of both of them at the same time.
Even though it was the first time in their lives, their eyes crossed and at the same time they felt familiar and comfortable.
‘What is this?’
Seo Joo-an could not hide his embarrassment.
“Dan-lord, why are you like this?”
Joo Myeong-ho, not knowing why, tilted his head beside him.
Seo Ju-an, who came to his senses, looked at Hwang Yu-shin again.
‘ah.’
However, Hwang Yu-shin had already moved far away following Yang In-hong.
Seo Joo-an shook his head lightly.
“… … no. We go in too.”
When she spoke quietly, Joo Myeong-ho began to escort her again.
‘Yes, I must have felt wrong.’
But even at that moment, doubts kept raising their heads on the side of her mind.
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