Episode 626
My older brother is a benevolent and rational person.
‘That’s why it hurts.’
Sima Xuan thought.
Seeing the village of helpless civilians burning down and your courage boiling over is something that happens to every warrior at least once.
You’d think they would have anything more to steal from a burning house.
Still, shouldn’t the first priority be to catch and punish the evil beasts of those whose hearts still resemble those of humans?
However, the older brother swallows his life and saves the injured person first.
‘It’s not the first revenge and the second relief, but the first revenge and the second revenge. This brother.’
The order is different from that of ordinary strongmen.
That’s why I’m a member of the National Assembly.
As Sima Hyeon blew his whistle, pitch-black figures began to gather one by one.
Osaljipa (Five Killers) Black Dance Group!
Everyone is surprised when figures suddenly pop out from the shadow created by the trees.
Even Man-seon, who came with him, opened his eyes wide.
“Can you live at the peak? “Where were this many people ambushed?”
“…You were chasing a group of hundreds of unmanned soldiers without even a trace?”
While everyone is shocked, Sima Hyeon is just smiling.
“Now then, we need to have a conversation among ourselves, so please leave the Baekrin Uigak military personnel.”
Man-seon shook his head when he saw Sima-hyeon wandering around and scattering his life.
“I understand. “I don’t want to get involved in something like this.”
There are good things in this world about keeping your distance.
This was especially true for tribes like Sima Xuan.
People like this may end up in trouble if they try to get closer out of curiosity.
Manseon gives an order with all his power.
“Without even setting up a relief tent!”
Everyone began to scatter like ants struck by her actions.
Sima Hyeon is happy to see the warriors retreating like that.
Somunju Haomun is granted several powers.
The first is to receive the secret knowledge of the five schools.
The second is the Black Dance of the Osal tribe.
“Now that that’s the case, those bastards are going to come find us, right~?”
At those words, the Black Dancers looked at each other, and then one of them opened his mouth.
“You seem to be mistaken about something. “Our mission is to protect you, Master Haomun, and we have no reason to follow orders.”
“okay. And if this body is kidnapped, killing it and silencing it is the job of the dark martial arts group.”
It was like that.
It was not a pure purpose like the political faction’s Soumju escort.
Currently, Sima County is aware of the five levels of the five tribes of the Golden Blood Room Honglu Pavilion Tutu Gate Gambling Sect.
If a bastard like this is kidnapped and tortured, wouldn’t he spit out non-military workers one after another?
So, if it is not possible to guard, then killing Sima Hyeon and silencing him is also the Black Martial Order’s job.
Therefore, the most ruthless and experienced assassins of the Osal tribe are in charge.
Everyone who heard about the strange relationship between Sapa’s eyes widened.
Even the black martial arts group revealed their secrets in front of everyone, asking for the master of Somun they served to spy on them, and Sima Hyeon was trying to manipulate those who were trying to kill him at any time.
Even though Baekrin’s Pavilion soldiers are scattered about and doing their jobs, it is not a secret room, but just an empty space.
Some people are saying things without worrying about what might be overheard.
A strange relationship with no respect for each other or confidentiality.
“That’s true, but I’m not in a situation where I’m going to be kidnapped, and the debt that the Osal tribe owes is a few hundred thousand nyang?”
“….”
“Gauguin. I’m not asking you to do it for free. “If you do something like this, won’t you be able to repay the interest on the debt that the Osal tribe owes to our Geumhyeolbang?”
After saying that, he flicked a piece of gold with his fingertip and handed it to me.
The moment when Geumja is about to fall to the ground.
“Kuh-”
The world’s five tribes finally got their hands on the gold.
Sima Hyeon smiled coldly at that kind of assassin.
“If I get kidnapped or something, you can cut off my head at any time. That’s what our master wants too. “What secrets do I know about Geumhyeolbang?”
It was like that.
The reason why Sima Xuan became the master of Haomen.
I told my brother that he was very talented, but there was one more thing.
Because Sima Xuan now knew too much about Jinhyeolbang.
The Golden King hoped that his disciple would be the incense burner of the Buddhist altar rather than the unfortunate incident of being kidnapped and revealing confidential information.
The Golden King was not the only one who wished for that.
“Are you even using my life as a gambling chip? “You guy.”
“Our Haomun also has a Tudomun that deals with gambling, right?”
Eventually, the shadows disappear one by one.
Sima Xuan watched it happily.
‘Our Golden King sister doesn’t trust anyone. Even the disciple who earned a huge amount of money.’
Just as the essence of combat is Jeongpa, the essence of the Golden King is Sapa, and the essence of the Heavenly Demon is Demonic Cult.
Sima Xuan grinned.
The Golden King is ruthless.
No matter how deep one’s martial arts becomes, one piles up gold like a mountain and covers one’s inner self with a silk palace, there is no way to change.
‘That’s Kangho. And I am Sapa.’
Just as the Golden King does not trust Sima Xuan, Sima Xuan also does not trust her.
That’s why the two of them are Safa.
* * *
Just like that, each day passed by.
Jin Cheon-hee is working hard to treat patients today.
‘I thought I brought quite a lot of supplies, but somehow it’s not enough… this.’
And one more thing.
‘Wounds cut by a third-rate guy are more difficult to heal.’
Why is there a story like this?
There is a story that a master of a certain river cut down a tree branch and attached it to the cut surface of the road, and it stuck again.
It’s real.
The more cuts the cilantro has, the smoother it is.
In particular, if the level of Geomgang goes beyond that, there are cases where it becomes ancient.
However, if a bandit used the sword freely and used the sword as if breathing, he would have become a first-class assassin or a top-class ronin, but would he be a bandit?
And of course, most of the knives you bring with you to treat your favorite disease are dull or rusty, so it’s a terrible experience to treat.
He even cut the shoulder of the boy’s father who was resisting with a knife. Of course, human bones are not easily cut.
So what do you do?
These crazy bastards cut in the same spot until they are cut off.
My self-esteem is hurt because I can’t cut people into pieces like a cilantro.
A patient who suffered like this comes?
It’s a blessing that I made it to the hospital alive, but the treatment is like nothing. Not to mention the aftereffects after treatment.
Tetanus is also a problem.
I almost have to give up on rehabilitation.
“Fuck you bastards. “You bastards.”
The congressman who came with me spits out double insults.
“How can people do this to other people? You bastards. “No, I feel sorry for the dog for comparing it to a dog.”
He swore while dressing the child’s severed ankle.
Jin Cheon-hee said.
“Please refrain from swearing in front of the child.”
“But aren’t you still sleeping after taking the medicine?”
“I can hear it even when I’m sleeping.”
The child who suffered this is drugged and continues to sleep.
I was shocked and lost my mind for a moment because the area below my ankles was gone. I feel intoxicated and have no energy, so I fall asleep.
That’s reality.
Sadness and sobbing are only possible if you have energy.
‘There are cases where people suddenly commit suicide just because they suddenly have their strength back.’
There are many cases where people do not have the strength to commit suicide, but when they do, they hang themselves.
That’s war and that’s strength.
The guy who cut off the kid’s ankle this time was even more difficult to treat because he had learned the poison technique clumsily.
If you want to learn, you should learn it properly. If you are taught something like trash, it is poison.
“Do you really not rest, Lord Sogak?”
“I am resting well.”
“It looks shabby, doesn’t it? You haven’t slept a single hour, right? “Has any of us seen Lord Incinerator resting?”
In response to those words, other lawmakers said something one by one.
“Who sees that? “I’m not resting or sleeping, so who’s watching?”
“Lord Sogak was destroying things while I was sleeping, but when I opened my eyes, he was still destroying things. “Only the patient changes.”
“is it so. Lord Incinerator, go and rest.”
“And if you fall, we too will be killed by Gakju?”
“Now all the urgent things have been done. “Go and sleep!”
Even Hwang-gu is pulling Jin Cheon-hee’s clothes.
Wow! Kreung –
In the end, Jin Cheon-hee decided to get up and pretend that she couldn’t win.
‘okay. Even though there is a gem, it is slowly reaching its limit.’
Did you say that causality is accumulated and protected? These days, I’ve been wondering if my fingers flew off because I gave up my usual break time and held on on my feet.
What mortals know anything about causality.
If you simply think of it like a bank, every time you accumulate money, you waste it through regenerative power and fatigue recovery, so when you have to spend a large amount of money, like going back in time, you might end up not using it properly.
‘Well… it’s not like this simple addition and subtraction.’
Anyway, there are signs that my body is reaching its limits.
Because the ground started spinning.
“is it so. “Then I’ll sleep.”
When Jin Cheon-hee got up, the lawmakers clapped their hands.
“That’s the attitude. “Go to sleep!”
“Sleep up! Lord Incinerator!”
“Don’t say bullshit that you can just rest a little after learning martial arts. “Because we also learned martial arts.”
It was like that.
This means that the members of the National Assembly who can follow Jin Cheon-hee’s main group are people who have learned martial arts to some extent and know how to use light attacks.
Excuses don’t work.
Just like that, Jin Cheon-hee entered his barracks.
Then, just as I was about to hug the blanket and take a quick nap, a sound rang outside the barracks.
“I’m meeting you, Master Geumuiwi!”
Look at the bright sound of Hyeonryeong.
You can hear in his voice that he has been rubbing his hands with power.
‘Ah, has the wise man finally arrived?’
Jin Cheon-hee got up again and refined his clothes.
It meant that I slept all day again.
* * *
As soon as I came out, the spirit came running towards me like it was flying and knelt down.
The momentum was so great that it felt like a wild boar rolling forward.
“I’m meeting you, Master Geumuiwi!”
‘…You’re in good shape.’
His entire body is muscular and there are traces of martial arts training. That means living faithfully in one’s own way.
Just because he is sincere doesn’t mean he is innocent.
‘If you want to extort bribes without being noticed, you have to be diligent.’
A lazy person will show himself quickly.
The diligent guys were so good at hiding it that it was a pain to investigate in this analog age without internet banking.
‘Ah… there’s an estimate.’
The eradication of corruption will later be handed over to the Gold & Silver kings, and what is important now is saving people.
“There is no time to show respect, sir. “Do you see this more than that?”
Jin Cheon-hee gestured with his chin toward the burned houses and the residents receiving treatment.
The Hyeonryeong put his hands together and acted with all his might.
“What… is this…”
“The bandits went on a rampage. But you probably don’t know that, right?”
Hearing Jin Cheon-hee’s words, Hyeon-ryeong became thoughtful and spoke.
“Soshin! “This happened because of incompetent beliefs…!”
I thought they would blame others, but they immediately fall down and call me incompetent.
There is no way to know whether the incompetence here is corruption or whether this is truly due to the inability to take care of the people.
In any case, it seems like this guy is trying his best to avoid offending Jin Cheon-hee, the member of the Gold Council.
Jin Cheon-hee is annoyed despite Hyeon-ryeong’s fighting spirit.
