Episode 2: Yeonmok Sword (1)
After removing the bandages Mok Gyeong-un saw his upper body reflected in his longing.
There were traces of sword stab wounds on his left chest and abdomen.
‘scar?’
Normally most wounds would not even leave a scar.
However the wound pierced by his black sword remained intact as a scar.
I think it will last a lifetime.
‘Well…there’s nothing we can do.’
He had to be satisfied with surviving.
He thought that if he got hurt that bad he would die.
But contrary to expectations he survived.
He knew from the beginning that he had extraordinary resilience but his vitality was stronger than he imagined.
‘Does this mean you shouldn’t come there yet?’
thank god.
He wanted to get his revenge at least if he was going to get his grandfather’s nagging.
That way it will be less unfair.
‘plural…’
He felt lucky to have revenge.
Who would have known that there was someone in the world with the same face as you?
Thanks to this he was able to launder his identity.
‘Should I say I’m lucky?’
Since the death row inmate was murdered he will not be issued a wanted notice for running away.
In fact he had something else in mind rather than posting a wanted order at the government office.
‘Now you believe I’m dead right?’
The middle-aged man with the black sword I met while following the traces of my enemy.
The man appeared to kill himself.
But if it was discovered that he was alive he would definitely appear again.
‘…No offense.’
He definitely experienced it.
He was the first monster he had ever encountered in his life.
It seemed like I would never be able to deal with him without learning martial arts.
In that respect he seems to be a genius.
He said that the guy with the same face as himself was the third gongja of the Yeonmokgeomjang the Sega of the Wulin.
He was able to deceive the people and the world by being a three-skilled swordsman with a soft wooden sword rather than a humble ear and the opportunity to further learn martial arts opened up.
‘It was open but…’
There was just one problem.
As Mok Kyung-un put on his jacket he saw a black figure standing outside the door.
He was the person guarded by Gam to watch over him.
Thanks to this he was trapped in the villa and could not move except when going to the side.
‘That’s annoying.’
The situation was not easy.
This was no different from confinement.
He made a deal but as expected Gam Howie never trusted him.
It will probably continue to be that way.
He may have deserved it since he had the audacity to kill the ‘real’ person right in front of his eyes.
‘What should I do?’
If I stayed still I would just be swayed like this.
He might not even have a chance to learn martial arts.
A situation of dilemma where you can’t do anything.
Nevertheless Mok Gyeong-un smiled and smiled with a calm expression on his face.
-dripping!
At that time someone knocked on the door.
“master. “I brought you lunch.”
Finally the door opened and a servant girl brought out a tray of food.
It was stir-fried beef and eggplant bean sprouts and rice.
As he always did he placed the tray down on the circular table in front of the window.
She glanced at Mo Kyung-un who was sitting in her chair buttoning her top.
‘You’re handsome.’
Among the four princes of Yeonmokgeomjang Mokgyeongun’s beauty was by far the best.
The female servants were eager to see his face as they hurriedly brought him food.
Shouldn’t there be at least these little joys?
however
‘huh?’
The female servant frowned slightly.
She looked no different from her usual neck even with a slight smile on her face.
But what is this strange feeling of heterogeneity?
‘what?’
Something feels different.
It was quite difficult to know where it came from.
The female servant who was in a state of confusion took her tray and tried to leave.
“for a moment.”
“yes?”
“Stir-fried beef and eggplant.”
“yes.”
“I hope you cook the beef less next time.”
“If you undercook it there will be blood…..”
“Beef needs to be undercooked so that the meat is soft and slightly soaked in blood is delicious.”
She grins as she says those words.
The moment Servant Lu saw her smile a slight shiver ran down his spine.
I think I know why she felt strange.
The corners of her mouth were smiling but she was staring at herself without moving her eyes at all.
It felt like her body was going rigid.
“Is there any problem?”
“That…that….”
Once she was overcome by her fear she had a hard time coming up with an answer.
It was right then.
“Cooking is Suksu’s job. master.”
Mok Kyung-un turned her head towards the door.
A guard was coming in through the open door.
He shook his head with a disapproving look and waved his hand at the servant.
At this the female servant bowed his head and quickly walked out.
-thud!
After closing the door Guard Gam approached Mok Gyeong-un and said.
“I would have warned you not to do anything outrageous.”
Mok Kyung-un responded by scooping some rice with chopsticks.
“Is it rude to ask for the beef to be undercooked?”
“You are Mok Gyeong-un not a death row inmate.”
“The piece of paper that Gam Howie gave us to memorize did not say what kind of meat ‘real’ prefers.”
Mok Gyeong-un quietly retorts.
‘This bastard.’
His attitude hardened the impression of Howie Gam.
It wasn’t exactly wrong but I didn’t like the way he answered every word.
In the midst of being irritated it’s also annoying to mumble your food.
Howie Gam sat across from me and said.
“From the way you talk like that I guess you’ve memorized everything I told you to memorize?”
“yes. “It was nothing special.”
“Is there anything wrong? under! “Then what is the name of the first master?”
“Mok Youngho. He is twenty. He has a birthmark on his left cheek and is so addicted to it that he runs the bases once every two days. “He is the most incompetent of your brothers but he is also greedy and vicious.”
‘…’
One of Gam Howie’s eyebrows rose.
It is accurate without a single mistake.
The real master wrote the information sheet himself so it was clearly written from his own point of view.
“…What about the second master?”
“Mok Eun-pyeong. My age is eighteen. Droopy eyes resembling the great lady. Clever and cunning. “A piece of trash who doesn’t know what he will do to become the head of the family.”
It was a Mokgyeongun that I memorized exactly as it was written.
I had a strong feeling that I disliked the force put into his handwriting.
‘It would be easier if I were an idiot.’
Gam Howie clicked his tongue inwardly.
As expected he was a smart guy so I memorized everything.
He didn’t seem to need to check further.
“Should the fourth master also say it? Or really it’s like Mokgyeongun’s usual habits…”
“It’s done. “That’s enough.”
“Well I haven’t finished eating yet so can I finish it?”
“joy. “Listen while you eat.”
“All right.”
Howie Gam stood up looked at the window put his back to me and opened his mouth.
“I read the information in the information sheet but it is unlikely that you will meet other people in this house.”
“…Why is that?”
“No matter how much you have a face like a master if you have a long tail you will get stepped on. “You just don’t have to make that happen in the first place.”
“So you’re telling me to just stay inside?”
“You know me well.”
“In this case it doesn’t seem to be much different from the band.”
“You are the one who called yourself a puppet instead of a stand-in. He chose that path himself so all you have to do is do as you are told.”
Gam Howie nailed it for sure.
So that this clever bastard can’t think of anything else.
“You just have to do what you’re told.”
“okay.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?”
“does not exist.”
At Gam Howie’s last words Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed while he was playing with his chopsticks.
He told me that it was information I needed to keep in mind but he didn’t tell me anything other than habits or personal information that wouldn’t easily reveal that it was fake.
Especially the information you need to know the most.
‘It doesn’t tell you why a double was needed.’
Of course he guessed that he might not tell.
Because of this Mok Gyeong-un was able to be sure of one fact.
‘Do you plan to leave it as is even if you face a dangerous situation that requires a double?’
Otherwise there was no reason not to inform them.
He fed Dokdan but since he was the only replacement since ‘Real Mok Gyeong-un’ was dead I thought he would be used for a while but that didn’t seem to be the case.
He probably had another card hidden away.
The corner of Mo Gyeong-un’s mouth who was lost in thought turned up in a frown.
‘I’m trying to change the rope.’
* * *
-thud!
Guard Gam who had closed the door spoke to the sharp-eyed middle-aged man guarding the outside of the door.
“Make sure he never escapes. And if someone comes to visit don’t let them meet you even if you make up the excuse that you’re not feeling well.”
“All right.”
“I’m going to go outside for a while.”
As I was about to go out with those words the middle-aged man whispered and said.
“capital punishment. But is there any need to change the rope?”
“huh?”
“I would have fed the dogmatism anyway. How about using that fake guy instead? Anyway I chose the three Confucius…”
“Not that guy.”
“yes? “What is that?”
“I’m saying he’s not an easy guy to manipulate.”
The middle-aged man snorted inwardly at Gam Howie’s words.
Even though I said he was a death row inmate he was just a civilian who had not even learned martial arts.
But it was funny that the death penalty overreacted like this.
Maybe it’s because I retired from the front line and started working as a security guard but it seems like the sharpness I used to have has dulled.
If it bothers you that much you can just step on it and educate it.
But no matter what he thought he couldn’t talk back to what his brother-in-law said.
“All right.”
“Watch closely. If he tries to do something useless suppress him with a golden sword. “I allow some pain to be inflicted except to the face.”
“Hoo. “Really?”
“That guy might actually be better off that way. “Anyway take care of it.”
“All right.”
The middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth as if he was satisfied.
* * *
It had been about an hour since Gam’s escort left.
The closed door was opened.
A middle-aged man guarding the door blocked Mok Gyeong-un’s path as he tried to come out.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to go out for a while.”
“Is it a side affair?”
“no. I wanted to see what it was like outside the villa. “I still need someone to talk to would you like to go out together?”
Mok Gyeong-un speaks casually.
The middle-aged man was shocked to see him like that and shook his head.
It’s been a while since he was sentenced to death. Is he trying to get out?
The middle-aged man spoke in a cold tone.
“If you don’t want to be seen in trouble go in now.”
“Did you say gochan? “I don’t think anything will happen if we just keep our mouths shut…”
It was before Mo Gyeong-un’s words had even finished.
-Papa pak!
The middle-aged man Ani Go-chan grabbed Mo Gyeong-un’s wrist with quick movements and twisted it back.
It was a technique of Geumnasu (擒拿手).
My brother-in-law said that although it was not an external attack his muscle density was not average so it was easier to subdue him by breaking his joints than by striking him.
‘Nothing much.’
It’s been a while since he used Geumnasu’s method and his senses don’t seem to have died.
After twisting the guy’s arm and feeling better he spoke into Mok Gyeong-un’s ear.
“You seem to have forgotten your own situation but you are not the real Mo Gyeong-un. “Nothing good will come of hurting my feelings for no reason.”
-closely!
I twisted his wrist even more.
No matter what his muscles are he must be in pain because his joints are broken.
“Go in nicely and stay there.”
Gochan warned in a low voice.
I thought that if I did this much I would be able to get back on my feet.
“What if you don’t want to do that?”
“what?”
Gochan was so shocked that he couldn’t help but snort.
I heard he had an unusual accident but he doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.
If you don’t want to go in that nicely is there anything you can do?
“Foolish guy.”
Gochan hit Mok Gyeong-un on the back of the neck with the blade of his hand loaded with internal energy.
-puck!
With this much force no matter what your muscles are you will faint from shock.
I thought so but something was strange.
It feels like I hit a wooden beam.
‘what?’
Of course I thought he was going to collapse but he was holding on just fine.
I was about to add more because I thought he might have used less strength but I heard Mok Gyeong-un’s voice.
“It certainly seems weaker than the Gam Guard.”
‘This bastard?’
I don’t think I felt any pain at all.
Otherwise would you be able to say this so calmly when you have been stabbed in the back?
He seemed to think that Go-chan who had become irritable was not going to do anything so he twisted Mok Gyeong-un’s wrist even more and tried to throw him to the floor.
however
-closely!
No matter how much I twist it won’t budge.
No the guy was straightening his bent wrist and wrist.
‘What the hell is this…..’
Embarrassed Gochan raised his skills to the maximum.
He wasn’t the kind of person to worry about if the bastard got hit or not.
He had to first subdue it and see.
But
‘Huh?’
The moment he tried to increase his power his body boomed and floated upward.
Then a paddle was thrown in front of him.
-thud!
“Tsk!”
Fortunately it didn’t seem like he was thrown down too hard.
He tried to quickly bounce his waist to get up but Mok Kyung-un grabbed his neck with his right hand.
-closely!
“Keck!”
The grip was so strong that it felt like my neck would break at any moment.
Gochan’s eyes began to tremble and become bloodshot.
He quickly grabbed the guy’s wrist and tried to push him away in an attempt to free his hand.
But it doesn’t budge.
‘What the hell is this guy? What kind of power is this…..’
He has reached a second-rate level when it comes to hitting with martial arts.
It is no exaggeration to say that he had twice the strength of an ordinary adult.
He couldn’t handle the one-handed strength of this guy who wasn’t even skilled in martial arts.
“Knock knock.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His face felt like it was going to explode.
As he struggled in pain his face suddenly caught my eye.
‘Are you laughing?’
The corners of his mouth twitched at his ears.
He had a face like an innocent child playing with toys.
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