Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 890

890 episodes. Are there any knights in this world?

Sword King Namgung Byeok looked at his son with bitter eyes.

I hoped my son would understand, but it seems wrong.

Unlike Namgung-yeon, who is like wooden stone, he has a lot of affection since he was young, so it’s understandable.

“Cheonah. Our Namgung family is the Murim family. The Murim family represent a region at a small scale, but ultimately dream of becoming the head of the Murim. Didn’t you feel proud to be a member of the five generations? The goal of the five generations is to eventually become the suzerain of Murim like the Chilpa clan.”

“…”

Namgungcheon, the Blue Cloud Sword, didn’t say anything.

I knew my father’s will in my head, but my heart was very uncomfortable.

Is it because he is sentimental? Or is the father’s greed excessive?

“It’s okay to be the loser of Nam Jilgyeseong, but it’s not okay to be the loser of Murim? The Namgung family defeated countless challenges to become the loser of Namjikryeseong. Do you know that there were no pitiful sacrifices in the process? It just got bigger, but the nature of what we do hasn’t changed.”

Namgungcheon secretly sighed.

I wanted to refute it, but those words only lingered in my mouth.

Most of what my father said was true.

The disciples of Oh Dae-se said, ‘Let’s jump over the Chilpa Gate’.

It doesn’t just mean inaction.

The five generations wanted dominion over Murim, which the Chilpa clan had monopolized for a long time.

It’s embarrassing, but he himself said those words several times at the meeting of the late Jisoo.

Namgungcheon, who had been listening blankly, spoke with difficulty.

“All good. Looking back, I also said something like that at a gathering of the five generations. However, I don’t think I’ll be at ease if I become the suzerain of Murim by sacrificing Hocheonmaeng.”

“It’s just your wish. When the Nammaeng encounters the Demonic Cult, the Hocheonmaeng does not even get a chance to fight the Demonic Cult. Do you think Hao Chen Meng would want that?”

“….”

“Do you remember Dosan Jin-in, who came as the messenger of Hocheonmaeng? He asked to awaken the fighting spirit of the leader, the martial arts merchant. Hocheonmaeng wants to fight the Demonic Cult regardless of victory or defeat. That’s why I moved as soon as I confirmed the enemy’s inaction. They’ll want to fight the Demonic Cult before the Southern Alliance. If the Southern Meng meets the Demonic Cult first, the Hocheon Meng won’t even get a chance to fight.”

“Isn’t that the idea of the Hocheonmaeng leader and the superiors? The people who die are normal unmanned people. They won’t want to fight the Demonic Cult. Because it is obvious that you will die.”

“Have you ever seen the imperial family move according to the will of the people? It is not ordinary people who move the world, but the imperial family and high officials. And those in power don’t always choose the best. Sometimes we choose the lesser evil to avoid the worst outcome. The same goes for the commanders of the Hocheon League and the Southern League. There are times when you have to choose the second evil to avoid the worst.”

“What’s the worst thing your father thinks, so you’re trying to force Ho Chi Minh to limb?”

“The Nanmaeng collapsed and the five great generations served the Chilpamun again. If we don’t break the power of the Hocheon Meng now, the Southern League will quickly fall.”

“As long as there are enemies…”

“Do you think he will remain in the South? You must know that he has no interest in managing Moorim.”

“Even so, the enemy will be greatly disappointed if he finds out that his father neglected the sacrifice of Hocheonmaeng for the same reason.”

“Is that so? Then how about doing this? Now you know that I do it for the South, right? If the enemy wants to work for the South as a member of the South for the rest of his life, I will obey his will. As long as he works for the South, there will be no collapse of the South. But if not, I’ll do what I think. How are you? Do you have the confidence to convince the enemy? If you convince the enemy and get the promise, I’ll go to Wuhan, even if it means running through the night.”

“…Let me tell you.”

Namgungcheon accepted his father’s proposal.

It is because I do not want my father to shake hands in the name of the future of the Southern League.

Namgungcheon came back after one meal (about 30 minutes).

Yeonjeokha and Jinseolha’s heartache rushed towards him.

“older brother. Where have you been all of a sudden? Does anyone know anyone in this town?”

“No, I came to meet my father.”

“Ah…”

He nodded his head.

It seems that the result was not good because the expression did not look refreshed.

Namgungcheon glanced around.

In the meantime, the masters of the Southern Alliance must have all entered the restaurant, but the streets were only residents.

“I wish I could go over there and talk for a while, okay?”

Namgungcheon pointed to the shade of a nearby tree.

“Only me?”

Then, Jin Seol-ha and Sim-tong stared at Namgung-cheon, wanting to go together.

“You can go.”

Namgung-cheon did not bother to stop Jin Seol-ha and his heartache.

This is because Jinseolha is a person who will become a family member, and Simtong is the family member of Seokgyeongjang.

“…That’s why he let Musketeer Mo Yong-mun delay, even though he knew.”

Namgung-cheon secretly looked at Yeon Jeok-ha and Jin Seol-ha’s heartache.

I thought it would be a pretty shocking story, but everyone has a grave face.

“You don’t look very surprised, do you? I was in a daze for a while after hearing about my father.”

“Actually, we talked about this and that while waiting for my older brother. Old Sim had a similar story. That’s why.”

“okay?”

Namgungcheon looked at the heartache with new eyes.

‘It’s really scary how old you are.’

It’s amazing that Simtong knew a story he never dreamed of.

“Did you say anything else?”

“there was. My father said that if you promise to work for the Southern Alliance… he will strike the Demonic Sect before the Hocheon Meng. My father thinks that if the power of Hocheonmaeng is not broken, the Nammaeng will eventually collapse. That’s why he wants you to protect the South.”

“I’m still with the Nammaeng… What promise do you want me to make?”

“That’s… He asks me to work for the Southern Alliance for the rest of my life.”

“Forever?”

Yeonjeokha asked with an absurd face.

I didn’t want to get entangled in Kang Ho’s business, so I bought an inn and built a stone sutra book, but I’m going to have to do it for the rest of my life?

Why does he have to put his life into the conflict between the Nammaeng and Hocheonmaeng?

“Oops. In order to prevent Hocheonmaeng’s sacrifice… wouldn’t it? Are you a little overbearing?”

Namgungcheon scratched his head.

At first, I thought it would be okay, but when I saw Yeonjeok-ha, who was surprised, it seems that it is not.

Jin Seol-ha carefully said a word.

“Working for the Southern Alliance all your life… I think that’s too harsh. It’s not even something that Yeondaehyeop likes.”

The heartache was also grumbling.

“Our Confucius didn’t like that, so greening came out as well. I even bought an inn to get out of Gangho. Isn’t that too much? That’s to say, we’re going to make our Confucius into a dog of the South… No matter how foolish our Confucius may look, that’s not the case.”

“what? Are you saying I’m stupid? It’s the first time I’ve ever heard such a thing. Where do I look?”

When Yeon Jeok-ha attacked, the heartache did not stop and he responded.

“Because it looked like that, didn’t the Sword King make such a proposal? Cheon Sogaju must have said that because Confucius seemed easygoing. Isn’t it thousand sogaju? Or say no. Isn’t it careless to use the word “lifetime” in other people’s lives?”

Namgungcheon’s face turned red as the heartache swelled up.

I just said it with the thought that ‘good is good’, but looking back, I think it was harsh.

‘I’m crazy. For the rest of my life… even I can’t promise that.’

himself this is the problem

They commit and watch without thinking, driven by trivial emotions.

“Hey enemy. sorry. pretend you didn’t hear I also feel repulsive when asked to work for the Southern Alliance for the rest of my life. It seems that I was swept away by the atmosphere for a while and talked nonsense.”

Namgungcheon immediately apologized.

Considering Yeonjeokha’s position in Gangho, such a voice was certainly rude.

“Ah, it’s okay. We can do it between us. But I don’t think I’ll be working for the South for the rest of my life. I’m not that nice of a person.”

“no. you are nice It’s only natural that you don’t want to put your life in mortgage.”

Simtong watched the conversation between the two with a strange face.

The conversation that started with ‘We must stop the sacrifice of Hocheonmaeng’ naturally flowed to the other side.

‘her! The Sword King was also a fearsome person.’

I thought Namgungyeon was the only one with good brains in the Namgung family, but the Sword King is not normal either.

People no longer mentioned gangho morality.

In front of the question, ‘Would you like to work for the restoration of the Southern Alliance for the rest of your life?’, people turned around.

They chose their own lives, not Hocheonmaeng, who had a rivalry with Namgungcheon.

Now, no one would be able to criticize the Sword King and the Anti-Chunil Sword.

Even if they had a crush on the Sword King and the Musketeers, they also turned a blind eye to Hocheonmaeng.

Jin Seol-ha asked cautiously.

“Then, are you all dissatisfied with the work of the Musketeers?”

Namgungcheon hesitated and said.

“I have complaints, but… I’m not in a position to step in and tell them to release their stomachs. You have to be patient.”

“ha! I don’t know why life gets harder as you get older.”

He trudged out of the shade where everything suddenly bothered him and began to walk.

A heartache followed him.

“Gongja. Don’t be too upset. As the King of Swords said, it’s because Hocheonmaeng wants to do it. Don’t you know what kind of people Hocheonmaeng are? If I wanted to avoid the Demonic Cult, I wouldn’t have come to Hogwangseong.”

“Do you think I’m doing this because of Hocheonblindness?”

“Then why?”

“you do not have to know.”

“Ay, tell me. Are we strangers?”

My heartache clung to me like a leech, and I reluctantly replied.

“I was envious every time I saw Namgung family. So, like them, I sometimes pretended to be a knight. I also seriously thought about the orthodox faction. Anyway, the Namgung family was a perfect political faction without any flaws. That’s why, whenever I do something, I think, ‘What would Uncle Sword King do?’”

“Hehe. By the way, are you disappointed that the Sword King looks similar to the hypocrites of the Chilpamun?”

“There is no such thing as something. Now I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. yes i can do it You’re saying that I’m going to live my life and pretend I don’t know whether Ho Chun Meng is dead or not. My situation like this is totally fucked up.”

“Gongja. Right and wrong are not as clear as black and white. It’s okay here, but if you go somewhere else, there are many cases where you will be beaten to death. Besides, I don’t even thank everyone for helping me. If Confucius were to defeat the Demonic Cult in place of Ho-Chun-Meng right away, do you think Ho-Chen-Meng would like it?”

“Still, it’s about saving people’s lives.”

“People cannot live only by providing food, clothing and shelter. Especially Moorim. It is common to die and kill for honor. So is this case. As the Sword King said, Hocheonmaeng is willing to sacrifice himself to restore his lost honor. You don’t have to be sorry because you’re deliberately looking for a place to die.”

“That’s what the top heads think. I don’t think ordinary warriors want to die.”

“Yes, yes, but it is the top heads who lead the world. If Confucius wants to stop that, he will have to live as a dog of the Southern Alliance for the rest of his life. If you are not interested in conquering Moorim, let them roast and stir-fry by themselves.”

“Old Sim. Are there any knights in this world?”

“It must be somewhere. I’ve never seen one before.”

“I thought Uncle and Brother Chun were true knights. know? fuck! Seebaal-!”

When Yeon Jeok-ha suddenly shouted, the pain in his heart dropped a step.

“No, Confucius didn’t even drink, so why are you drunk?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I get drunk just by breathing. It’s mind boggling.”

“Kyaha! On those days, you have to drink. How? Shall I take you to Juru?”

A heartache tugged at Yeonjeokha.

I can’t do it alone, but with Yeon Jeok-ha, there’s nothing I can’t do.