Episode 208
“…What is this?”
Bang No-baek was embarrassed.
He was now wearing a neat white jangsam.
I couldn’t get used to the feeling of the silk clothes I wore for the first time touching my skin
.
But there was something even stranger.
It was a mask.
The sight of him wearing a pure white mask was truly a spectacle.
Even with my beard sticking out, I was so stuffy that I couldn’t even breathe properly.
Moreover, isn’t it the Gunja sword that is causing a stir these days and is loved by children?
They said there was someone imitating it, but I never would have guessed that it came from this Honamdan area. I checked myself here and there.
“Haha cool!”
Zhuge Un gives a thumbs up! Lifted. It was a serious thought that came to mind, so I was really worried that it wouldn’t suit me, but Bang Nobaek’s appearance turned out to be much cooler than I thought.
Of course, it wasn’t as good as Nam Gung-cheon, but it seemed like he could at least imitate the solemn sword of the gentleman.
Zhuge Un nodded with a satisfied expression and pointed to a certain place with his finger.
“Now go!”
” ok?”
Bang No-baek gave a puzzled look at the unexpected remark.
‘Go? ‘Where?’
Are you saying that you’re going to suddenly change a person’s clothes and kick them out with a mask they’ve never worn before?
The moment when Bang No-baek was about to show his discomfort.
“Go get justice.”
“That… what do you mean?”
Bang No-baek was taken aback by the unknown words.
Are you going to bring justice?
It was a random thing, but Zhuge Un gave no explanation and his eyes lit up.
“It’s about delivering justice! Because it’s a military sword!”
“Huh?”
Bang Nobaek was pushed on his back as if he was being kicked out by Zhuge Yun, who still couldn’t understand.
Zhuge Yan was watching the scene from afar.
A short sigh escaped her mouth.
‘Is my dad getting stained too?’ Is this Sega strange or are all the people who gather here strange?
Everyone seems to have lost something in their minds.
Zhuge Yan clasped his hands tightly, vowing that he would never do that.
It has been a while since no money came from the Salgak branch in Honam. Even though he tried to contact them, he couldn’t reach them and didn’t even receive any reply, so from Salhwang Bicheonwoong’s point of view, he began to suspect that they had betrayed him.
It was truly a coincidence that he visited Honam directly without sending his subordinates.
Since I was near Honam at the time, I wanted to see the problem with my own eyes.
However, at the branch where they arrived, only the smell of old blood was in the air, and there was no trace of anyone at all. From that, it was clear that someone had attacked the salgak.
What kind of guy is this?
No matter how little they know about the martial arts situation, they all know that the place that should never be touched is the Salgak.
The king of assassins and no one else.
Because it is a place under the protection of Salhwang Bicheonung.
Bicheonwoong, aware of the situation, quickly gathered information. I jumped in with both feet and collected the details of what happened in Honam, and was eventually able to find out one fact.
Honam Danga.
It occurred to me that this Honam Danga that suddenly appeared was the center of all events.
As I was wandering around to dig a little deeper.
I ended up encountering other people who were watching Honam Danga.
Bicheonwoong frowned as he looked at the corpses and blood stains scattered everywhere. I wondered if I had done something for nothing, but I couldn’t undo what had already happened. They tried to catch only one person and make him open his mouth, but when they realized that they were at a disadvantage, they rushed in with the readiness to die, putting Bicheonwoong in a difficult situation.
They collected the scattered corpses one by one and took them to a forest as far away as possible.
Since there were many wild animals around here, the corpses would disappear in an instant, leaving only the bones behind.
‘I helped you unexpectedly.’ Bicheonwoong sighed and shook his head.
He felt that it was such a waste because he never used his hands unless it was his own work or request.
‘By the way…’
Salhwang Bicheonwoong thought as he moved slowly.
What on earth is that place called Honamdanga? It was bigger than I thought, but despite its size, it seemed like there weren’t many people there.
They said there were definitely strong people out there, but how come I couldn’t even sense their presence?
He made a strange expression and slowly moved towards Honam Danga. I quickly climbed over the fence and went inside, but there was no sign of anyone.
It wouldn’t be surprising if people who sensed the force of an uninvited guest coming over the fence came running right away, but this place was just as quiet as if it were dead.
I swallowed a small moan and dug deeper into myself.
It was at that moment that I felt something was happening behind my back.
Bicheonwoong held a dagger in his hand and moved toward the place where he was seen. As I passed through the large yard and approached the back of what appeared to be a separate building, I saw countless complexes.
A woman was sitting there, gulping down something, and it seemed to taste quite good, so she poured it into her mouth one after another.
‘She’s a strange girl.’
I wondered if she might be a strong enough woman to hide her martial prowess, but she was quietly drinking something without feeling the slightest sign of death.
I watched it for a while with a strange expression.
Soon, the woman stumbled out of her seat
, got up, and disappeared somewhere.
Is it a trap?
While I stayed there for a while, being cautious, I heard footsteps and someone approached.
The moment Salhwang tensed again and was about to pull out his dagger.
A woman with a face I saw somewhere appeared.
Look around, look around.
The woman, who was looking around as if checking for someone, took out a palm-sized bottle of liquor from her bosom, unsealed the jar, and took it away.
Perhaps because he didn’t want to be found out, he left the place with light steps without forgetting to carefully reseal it and disappeared.
‘What on earth is that?’
Bicheonwoong’s expression was filled with puzzlement.
Judging from the actions of the two women I saw a moment ago, there is no doubt that they are going to eat it.
However, everyone’s expression seemed as if they were tasting a heavenly delicacy.
In the end, Bicheonwoong, unable to contain his curiosity, moved cautiously and approached.
Finally, I stood in front of the jar where the woman had opened the seal a little while ago. The name Somi was written on the seal, and I thought it might be the name of the person who made it.
I carefully tore it apart and looked inside.
‘alcohol?’
The moment I opened it, a sweet smell stimulated my nose.
Although it was only a whiff of the smell, it was enough to immediately stimulate Bicheonwoong’s appetite.
Without realizing it, I swallowed my saliva and dipped my finger into the drink and put it on my tongue.
‘This… this…’
At that moment, a flower bloomed on his face.
Bicheon Woong did not like alcohol very much in order to always remain cool-headed, but this was something else that strongly appealed to a person’s appetite rather than alcohol.
Without realizing it, I put my face into the jar.
Gulp, gulp!
The alcohol that Dansomi had made went down his throat.
“Keu…”
Four people were huddled together and looking at something. It was a place where there were liquor jars made by Hoyeonji and Dan Somi.
Those who had gathered since early morning stared at one place with strange expressions, as if they were seeing something they should not be seeing.
A middle-aged man was lying on the floor. Around him, who was wearing a white robe, there were numerous empty liquor jars, and Ho Yeon-ji looked at them with a shocked expression.
A person lying on his back between liquor jars, exposing his stomach and snoring.
Even when the women looked at that face, they didn’t know who it was, but Zhuge Un and Bang Nobaek, who had been taken by his hand for a night, were faces they knew all too well.
Salhwang Bicheonwoong.
He was called the Five Emperors, and he was the youngest among them. Why is such a person sleeping in a place like this?
“My… my drink…”
Hoyeonji sat down with a pale face and tears welling up in her eyes.
Thinking about the days of hard work that went into making that thing brought tears to my eyes.
Wasn’t this the quantity that would soon have to be sent to the Golden Ring Merchant?
“So… Somi’s alcohol…”
Conversely, in a completely different sense,
it is Zhuge Yan who has a dead complexion. Drinking Somi’s liquor once a day was the only pleasure I had while staying here, but it was completely empty.
“This… this person!”
The moment when Hoyeonji couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to step forward. Emperor Bangno Baek grabbed Ho Yeonji by the back and dragged him backwards.
“Don’t get any closer. Even if he’s drunk, that guy is a master. “If you approach too quickly, your head will be cut off?”
“
Hearing Bangnobaek’s words, Hoyeonji got cold and retreated.
You mean he wasn’t just a thief? Why is it that even thieves are not ordinary in this Honam Danga?
“Who is it?”
The moment Zhuge Yan looked at his father and asked, Geohwang Bangnobaek, the eldest and the same as the Five Emperors, slowly approached Bicheonung.
Then, he, who had been asleep until now, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
His body bounced for a moment, spun around sharply in the air, and then landed.
Quadadadang-!
“Oh my…”
“I’m playing. Really…”
I stepped on a liquor jar that was lying around, fell, and got buried in it.
“T7…”
“Are you sober?”
Bangnobaek asked, the corner of his mouth quivering. Looking at that, it was clear that he had relaxed and drank alcohol.
Otherwise, there would be no way to get drunk due to the natural spinning power.
“Tangshi… silver?”
Even his tongue was twisted, as if he had not yet sobered up. Bang No-baek blushed in embarrassment and shook his head.
My face felt hot because I thought it was the same Ohwang.
Bicheonwoong must have realized this, and he used energy to blow away his drunkenness. White steam continued to flow from above his head.
My red-faced face calmed down little by little. Bicheonwoong, who had been buried among the liquor jars, stood up without an expression and shook off his clothes.
Finally, he looked at Bangnobaek and held the dagger in his hand.
His face turned red in a different way.
“Are you embarrassed?” “Hey you bastard! “A guy called ‘Salhwang of the world’ steals and drinks alcohol?”
Seeing that he couldn’t even say anything, Zhuge Un calmly assessed the situation. Eventually, he smiled and slowly approached Bicheonwoong.
There is no hesitation in his steps, perhaps
because Bang No-baek is by his side .
Zhuge Un, who had come nearby, was rubbing his palms together.
“Anyway…” “You have to pay the price, right? haha.”
Bicheonwoong could not say anything while staring at that calculating face.
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