Episode 1: Opportunity (2)
The gunman could not hide his curiosity.
Even those who had trained in Neigong would fall into a deep sleep if they were defenseless and hit by the scent of sleep.
Moreover if you are an ordinary person who has not learned martial arts it is a gay sleep scent that will make you fall asleep suddenly with just a little smell.
But something unexpected happened.
Everyone in the government building was asleep but this guy had his eyes open just fine.
‘What the hell is this guy?’
He placed his hand on the boy’s abdomen just in case.
And he gave it a try.
If he has learned even a little bit of inner strength he will develop semi-elasticity.
however
‘There is no semi-elasticity.’
He didn’t learn any internal skills at all.
In that case he was an ordinary person as I heard from Gwan’s acquaintance during the day.
But why doesn’t the sleep scent work?
‘…This guy?’
Moreover he is not afraid of this situation.
Aside from holding on to the sleep scent a stranger invaded Geumok and made him unable to move using divination techniques.
But he is staring at himself with eyes that do not waver in the slightest.
As if observing.
‘It’s different.’
I heard that he was a death row inmate but there was something different about him from other ordinary boys his age.
Should I say that it makes me feel something eerie?
The gunman was worried for a moment.
‘I guess…’
At that time I heard someone’s voice behind me.
“Have you not found it yet?”
Someone walked in behind Geumok.
He was also wearing a mask but he was not very tall.
No he made me realize that someone who is slim and slightly short in height is not a full-grown adult.
The monster quietly opened his mouth.
“master. “Please wait and watch what’s going on outside…..”
“Is it him?”
Before the gunman could finish his sentence the man who appeared to be a boy pointed with his finger and asked.
He was a convict boy who was unable to move due to blood poisoning.
At this the gunman nodded his head.
“Yes.”
“I can’t see your face clearly. Persimmon escort. “Lift up his hair and see.”
It seemed like he was trying to check his face.
Hearing those words the gunman hesitated for a moment and then lifted up the hair of the boy whose body had stiffened from the apothecary technique.
Then an exclamation came from the mouth of the strange masked boy.
“under…..”
The strange boy was genuinely surprised.
The prisoner boy who was very angry at his attitude could not understand why he was like this.
Why does he react like this as does the man who immobilized him like this?
At that time the strange boy took off the mask he was wearing.
‘!?’
The boy’s eyes wavered.
The boy’s face behind the mask.
It resembled myself as if I was looking at a dream.
I was astounded by their faces which were so similar that I could almost believe they were twins.
There were subtle differences in the way their hair was organized and their faces but it made me wonder whether even people who had seen them for a long time would be able to tell them apart if they were decorated similarly.
“Do we look alike?”
“…Almost similar.”
“It’s really…amazing.”
“I was shocked when I first saw this guy.”
“It makes sense.”
What are the odds that strangers will have such similar faces?
It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is almost non-existent.
However the prisoner boy and the unmasked boy had very similar faces.
After being amazed for a while the unmasked boy approached and spoke to the prisoner.
“you. “He’s a death row inmate right?”
“….”
There was no way I could give an answer as my blood pressure was so high.
The boy gave the monster a glance.
Then the gunman cut blood on the boy’s chest.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
After finishing drawing blood the boy said.
“You will be able to answer now. “You’re on death row right?”
The prisoner boy stayed still for a moment and answered that question.
“…That’s right.”
The boy raised the corner of his mouth in response to the polite response.
“You understand your situation well.”
Well no matter how much he was a death row inmate he was just an ordinary person.
In front of the martial arts people it was like a cat in front of a tiger so it was strange that they did not show up politely.
The boy crossed his arms and spoke in an arrogant voice.
“I heard they say they will be executed the day after tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“What would you do if you had a chance to live longer?”
“….I want to live.”
“Hehehe. “Yes I guess so.”
The boy couldn’t hide his satisfaction.
How can a death row inmate who has no other options save his life without holding on to his pants?
The boy said with a grin.
“Opportunities like this don’t come easily. “For a death row inmate he’s a very lucky guy.”
“…Are you giving me a chance?”
“okay. “It’s a huge opportunity.”
“What is that?”
“Even if it is only for five days it is rare for someone like you to have the opportunity to live as Mo Kyung-un the third Confucius of the Great Yeonmok Swordmaster.”
‘Yeonmok Sword Chief?’
This is my first time hearing it.
From what I heard he seemed to be in a big manor somewhere.
The boy didn’t know it well but Yeonmokgeomjang was a historic martial arts family in northern Anhui Province.
There was no way to know this but one thing was certain.
“Do you want a replacement?”
The corners of Mo Gyeong-un’s mouth rose at the prisoner boy’s question.
“You’re not stupid. okay. Why would we need a death row inmate like you? “What I need is your face.”
There was only one reason I found the same face.
It was to serve as a substitute.
“…..Is it okay to just act as a stand-in?”
“It’s only been five days. Did you expect anything big? All you have to do is pretend to be a Confucius who has stayed in his villa on a manor.”
“okay.”
“You can enjoy being a member of a prestigious family for five days and in return save your life. What a great opportunity this would be!”
It was definitely true.
That’s true but the boy wasn’t stupid.
In the first place isn’t being an undercover a risk-taking act on behalf of the real thing?
There was definitely a hidden danger lurking around.
‘It’s a substitute…’
But there was no opportunity like this.
In the first place he was wondering how to escape from the government office.
If you remain still you will be punished by having your limbs torn apart.
He didn’t have to worry.
“Give me a chance.”
“Heh.”
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and made a hand gesture.
Then the masked man took out something that looked like a small pouch from his chest.
The puzzled boy asked.
“What is that?”
“Eat.”
“….?”
I wondered what he was talking about but the gunman took out a black ring from his pocket.
A foul smell came out but no matter who smelled it it had nothing to do with medicine.
The assailant brought a sweet pill to the boy’s mouth.
The boy looked at it and asked.
“…Is it poison?”
At this Mok Kyung-un snorted and said.
“Did you really think I would just trust you a death row inmate?”
“…..”
“If you complete your role safely I will give you an antidote. “Hehehe.”
The idea was to destroy any opportunity to do foolish things from the beginning.
The gunman spoke with dogmatism on his lips.
“Open your mouth.”
There was no choice.
Looking at Mok Kyung-un who was smiling darkly the boy slowly opened his mouth and accepted the dogma.
A strange look appeared in the strange man’s eyes as he watched him chewing his food.
If he had known that it was a normal poison he would have been angry and looked distressed but he chewed it up without a care in the world.
It’s not like you just swallow it.
‘As expected this guy is different.’
He had the same face as the master but he was poisonous.
So he probably ended up on death row because he killed many people without even learning martial arts.
‘It’s a good thing I prepared my opinion in advance.’
If you want to live after being fed this you won’t be able to do something foolish like running away.
The boy stopped mumbling and opened his mouth wide.
“I swallowed. master.”
It was confirmed that there was nothing in the mouth.
The size of the dogma was too big to hide in the mouth so I could pretend to swallow it and move on.
When it was confirmed Mok Gyeong-un gave an order.
“Now release me.”
“All right.”
He found the key in the key pack the assailant had kept and freed the wooden frame that bound the boy’s hands and feet.
‘Whoa.’
Once his hands and feet were freed it seemed like the boy would live.
His horse was a wooden frame but the inside was made of iron so it was extremely heavy and weighed down his wrist.
The stranger approached the entrance of Geumok and spoke quietly.
“I will take the lead. You guys stay behind me. Master please follow behind him.”
“i get it.”
Since he ate the poison he couldn’t escape but it was a precautionary measure just in case.
He said “If he takes the lead and the master watches from behind how can he run away?”
Although he is a death row inmate he is no different from a child compared to those who have learned martial arts.
“Please follow me.”
It was when I was about to open the golden door and go out.
“you! “Ugh!”
-Wood clack! dump!
Startled by a sound coming from behind him the gunman turned his head.
But an unbelievable sight happened before my eyes.
Gyeong-un whose neck had been completely broken was lying on the floor with a shocked look on his face.
‘!!!’
It happened so quickly that the gunman was momentarily speechless.
The boy spoke to him casually.
“What should I do about this? “The death row inmate who was supposed to act as a stand-in has died.”
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