Episode 824 I won this war. (4)
Mangeumdaebu, who came down from the cliff, glanced at Jang Ilso.
‘He’s a defeated army…’
There are two reasons why he accepted Jang Il-so’s offer.
The first is a sense of crisis.
It was because of a sense of crisis that if things continued like this, as Jang Il-so said, they might be defeated individually without even being able to do anything. The power that builds up to an excessive level is bound to be directed outward, and the best target for that outward power is none other than Sapphire.
And the second thing is….
‘I calculated that there would be no loss if I put it out there in moderation, use it, and then throw it away.’
This made it clear.
His second calculation was completely wrong.
Although he was proud of understanding Jang Il-so to a certain extent, the real Jang Il-so was not something he could place in his calculations. From the time he came to them until now, no flow has escaped Jang Il-so’s grasp.
‘Is it actually me who was hired as a chess partner?’
A chill ran down my spine.
In this war that burned like lava, the people who feared Jang Il-so the most may not have been those from that political faction, but the factions that fought under him.
I feel like my heart is tightening just by mentioning Mangeum Loan right now, but who else would have been so appalled?
“Anyway…”
Godfather Mangeum opened his mouth calmly, hiding his true feelings.
“You did a good job.”
“Any business left over?”
The Black Dragon King’s face distorted as he listened.
“That would be your position. Yangtze suffered only losses! Above all, the fact that the black dragon cabbage was cut in half is irreparable damage!”
The Black Dragon King glared at Jang Il-so grimly, with murderous energy radiating from his eyes.
“Jang Il-so! He must have said that he would bring benefits to the Yangtze River! “Are you kidding me?”
“It’s you… tsk tsk tsk.”
Brother Cheonmyeon clicked his tongue.
“I know you’re ignorant, but you don’t even know the case. Be careful with your snout, Black Dragon King. This is a Sapaeryun that has just started. “If the dignity of the Lord is harmed, it will not be good for us either.”
“Shut up, you rat! “Didn’t you also join forces with Jang Il-so and trick me?”
As the Black Dragon King began to show signs of aging, the Heavenly Face Master’s eyes immediately turned cold.
“Tsk tsk.”
But then Jang Il-so smiled softly and opened his mouth softly.
“There is no need to be so angry. “Because I brought tangible benefits to the Yangtze River.”
“…benefit? “Did you say it was a benefit?”
“Now, no matter what you do on the Yangtze River, no one will try to stop you. “For the next three years.”
The Black Dragon King narrowed his eyes as if slightly suspicious.
“Hana Guan….”
“Guan is also difficult to deal with Suchae alone. Whenever they step forward, they have always received support from the nine factions and the five major families. “If they can’t come forward, even the coffin will pretend not to know.”
“Hmm.”
“If that’s the case, isn’t it a task to repair this level of damage? In fact, the water pipe will become stronger.”
The Black Dragon King stared at Jang Il-so in silence for a moment and then cleared his throat loudly.
“That must be true, right?”
“Other than that, of course.”
“I’ll fool you this once.”
As the Black Dragon King slowly retreated, the Heavenly Face Priest asked with an accusation in his face.
“Are they going to keep their promise, Ryeonju?”
“I have no choice but to protect it. No, it will be protected.”
Jang Il-so twisted the corner of his mouth.
“There are no people better to play with than those who are obsessed with justification and respect. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Hmm. “I will trust you.”
Mangeum Daebu also opened his mouth.
“Then the important thing now is to stabilize the Sapaeryeon as quickly as possible.”
“exactly.”
“…Then we will go back this way, organize the factions, and prepare a new system.”
“I guess so.”
“But it takes one.”
Godfather Mangeum slightly tilted his head and asked. The eyes were dark.
“If we had mobilized the blood religion, it wouldn’t have been that difficult to wipe them all out there. Besides, if it was Shaolin and the shaman Namgung, it would have been worth the damage, right?”
“Gachira…”
Jang Il-so curled the corner of his mouth.
“What I want is not to win the battle, but to win the war. “My opponent… no, our opponent is not Shaolin or shamans, but the entire Central Plains.”
“….”
“Do you know why people are afraid of ghosts?”
“…Isn’t it because it’s difficult to deal with?”
“no.”
Jang Il-so shook his head.
“Because I know what a ghost is.”
“….”
“A child who does not know ghosts is not afraid even if he sees a ghost. But adults who have heard countless times what it is and why it is scary are afraid of ghosts.”
Godfather Mangeum’s face hardened slightly.
“Soon, everyone in the world will fear me and the name of Sapae-ryeon. From then on, things will get a little easier.”
Godfather Mangeum shook his head.
It was the same when I came here. Even though the author seems to tell everything, in the end he says nothing.
But one thing is certain.
“It was a good decision to create the Sapaeryeon.”
“Haha.”
Jang Il-so laughed slightly.
“If you think so, don’t be obsessed with the name Black Demon. “I too will throw away the names of all people.”
“…i get it. See you again soon. “There will be a lot to discuss.”
Godfather Mangeum turned around as if his business was over.
Then the Black Dragon King also turned around with a satisfied smile. The last remaining monk, Cheonmyeon, looked at Jang Ilso and laughed loudly.
“The road to hardship has been opened, Ryeonju.”
“I guess I’ll have to endure it.”
“Please take care of me in the future. Just know that I don’t doubt Ryeonju’s abilities.”
“Of course.”
“Cluck cluck. Sounds fun. “It will be fun.”
Brother Cheonmyeon walked away with a wicked smile on his face. As everyone walked away, the blue murderousness that had been suppressed soon poured out from Jang Il-so’s eyes.
“…They’re like cunning snakes.”
Behind Jang Il-so, who turned around, a white carriage with eight horses was ready. Ho Ji-myeong, who was waiting quietly at the back of the carriage, greeted Jang Il-so with a cotton cloth.
“Thank you for your hard work. “Ark, no… Lord Ryeon.”
“This is ridiculous. What kind of shit is this? “Okay.”
Jang Il-so made a groaning sound. Hu Jiaming smiled bitterly and held out a cotton cloth soaked in water.
“I guess I should have brought the civil servants with me.”
“It’s not like I don’t have hands.”
Jang Il-so took the cotton cloth and wiped away the blood on his body.
“Everything went as you thought.”
“Now is the start.”
Jang Il-so answered indifferently and wiped his upper body, changing the cotton cloth several times. Hu Ga-myeong took out a pure white long cloth from inside the carriage and draped it over me. Jang Il-so, who had neatly organized his clothes, frowned at the broken accessories.
“Tsk.”
Crack.
He ripped the broken accessories off his body without any regrets, pushed back his flowing hair, and sighed.
“There’s no way those snake-like bastards will just follow me. “Now that the urgent fire has been extinguished, from now on they will try to devour the sapaeryeon.”
“It will definitely come out that way.”
“okay. That’s Sapa’s habit. Because they are the ones who pull out their swords to eat a single bean right in front of them rather than a large prey far away. “Those guys are more of a problem than the political faction guys.”
If Jang Il-so completely eliminated Shaolin and shamans here, what would happen next is obvious.
They will recognize Jang Il-so as their enemy, not the remaining political factions. They must have united behind the scenes and fought to get rid of Jang Il-so and Man-in-bang and share Gangnam.
This is proven by the history of Sapa, which has been repeated countless times.
“But… that’s no longer possible.”
Jang Il-so gently raised the corner of his mouth. A peculiar smile appeared on his face.
“Sapaeryeon should not have power on its own. Only the Sapae-ryeon under my control should have meaning. What I gained from this war was nothing like a treaty. “The name of I, Jang Il-so, is spreading throughout the world.”
Jang Il-so gently traced my lips with his index finger.
“Fame is just a useless piece of trash that is not worth a penny, but sometimes it can be a greater power than any violence.”
A look of admiration flashed in Hu Jiaming’s eyes as he looked at him.
Since when has Jang Il-so been drawing this picture?
From when he gathered the leaders of the Xinchuo faction?
Or since when the volcano invaded the Yangtze River?
Or is it the time of the green forest?
No, no.
‘At least you would have seen this when you faced the head of the Tang family.’
So, when Hu Jiaming tried to deal with the volcano god dragon, he would have stopped him.
It’s not just about looking ahead. Jang Il-so is someone who holds the world in his hands and plays with it.
“Now we will have to fight hard for a while. “It won’t be easy to get the valuables out of the jaws of those snake-like bastards.”
“But you will be able to do it.”
“Tsk tsk. A pseudonym, a pseudonym. I heard you tend to overestimate me. “I’m already having a headache.”
Jang Il-so shook his head and got into the carriage. Hu Jiaming followed him up, closed the carriage door, took out the alcohol he had prepared in advance, and offered it politely.
“I have prepared it.”
“Have I ever told you that this is why I like you?”
Jang Il-so smiled.
“There is still a long way to go, but we can raise a toast today. Isn’t that right?”
“Of course, Lord Ryeon.”
“Hahaha!”
It was the exact moment when Jang Il-so was about to pour alcohol into his glass.
“hmm?”
Hu Jiaming’s head turned toward the carriage door. Because there was a commotion outside.
‘What’s going on?’
I guess the battle is already over?
Jang Il-so frowned slightly and Hu Jiaming immediately spoke.
“I’ll go out…”
But the moment he was about to get up.
Quad deuk!
Something sharp suddenly broke through the wall of the carriage.
At that moment, cold sweat broke out all over Hu Jiaming’s body.
The sword was so sharp that it seemed like it could cut with just a sharp glance, and it stopped half an inch in front of his face as he stood up awkwardly.
“….” If
this sword had come in just one inch further, he would no longer have been a living person.
“Tsk.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue after blocking the sword that suddenly pierced through the carriage wall.
“It’s because I’m so impatient. “Okay.”
Then he sighed and stood up, holding two liquor bottles.
When I opened the door and got out of the carriage, I saw that there were thousands of warriors gathered around guarding the carriage. And there was a man standing across from them.
“Go away.”
The Maninbangdo members, who were ready to pounce on the man at any moment, looked back at Jang Ilso in surprise.
“Take a step back.”
“yes!”
The Maninbando quickly retreated left and right and cleared the way. Jang Il-so got off the carriage and pulled out the sword that was stuck in it.
“…This sword is a parting gift?”
“Bring it. “It’s expensive.”
“Tsk. “It’s not good.”
Jang Il-so threw the sword in his hand at the man with a somewhat regretful expression. Cheongmyeong, holding the dark plum sword with a green thread, put the sword in its scabbard and stared at Jang Il-so.
Jang Il-so sighed lightly.
“This carriage is expensive too…”
“When you come to Shaanxi, I’ll buy you a new one.”
“In exchange, I give you my head?”
“Shouldn’t you take that risk?”
“Hahahaha.”
This time, Jang Il-so threw the liquor bottle in his hand at Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyeong took the bottle and tipped it to his mouth without saying a word.
gulp. gulp. gulp.
Jang Il-so smiled as he saw Cheongmyeong drinking without the slightest hesitation.
“It tastes like alcohol.”
Then he also started drinking from the bottle.
Hu Jiaming looked at the scene blankly.
Cheongmyeong suddenly rushes to this place where the Maninbando are encamped and throws his sword at the carriage in which Jang Il-so is riding, and Jang Il-sona offers Cheongmyeong a drink.
He couldn’t understand their world at all.
The two people took the bottle from their mouths and looked at each other.
A cute smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s lips. Baring his teeth, he growled softly like an animal threatening its prey.
“Yes…”
That growling-like voice was seething with murder and hostility.
“I saved him as long as I could, so why did he come back to me again? It’s not like he’s begging me to kill him.”
Then, a deep sorrow filled Cheongmyeong’s eyes.
