Episode 279 How much is here?
I heard about the lives of three men.
The story that started on a dark night ended again on a dark night. I didn’t miss a single word of the long story, which would have been surprising even if my ears were bleeding. This is because you can know the true nature of the three people if you know their stories. If I knew the true nature of the three people, there would be no problem if I left.
So I heard the three stories.
This is an epic story about how Mansangmunju’s ancestor was a leader and was blocked from advancing into the military, so he came to the Black Island.
The majestic story of Byeokryeokmun, which was once a sect of only ten members but fought against the Black Islands and eventually became a Black Island power.
And even the deep story of Cheon Eung-bang, whose power gradually weakened due to an internal power struggle in the dark island that originally encompassed the entire Makseong…
I listened to this boring story in the end. In the meantime, the three people learned about each other’s stories and what they thought and lived.
What more can I do for them?
I concluded.
“…Although Mansangmunju’s ancestor was a defeated general, Sunwoojin Munju, even while staying in Heukdo, was aware that he was a descendant of a warrior who was disgraced by the country, so he refrained from using poison or making sneaky attacks on his opponents and tried to be good as much as possible. “It seems like they have kept it. Do Byeokryeokmunju and Cheoneungbangju agree to this?”
“After hearing about your past actions and today’s story, I think so.”
“I agree. There was no cowardice.”
I nodded.
“Then, do you want my direct subordinate, who is the most skilled in Haomen, to lead the Dark City Dark Island? Or do you want Mansangmunju to unite and lead the three forces?”
Byeokryeokmunju and Cheonungbangju looked at each other and gave the expected answer.
“I will follow Hao Wenju’s wishes. “I know I’m not in a position to choose.”
“I think the same.”
“You must have checked my personality all night to know what would happen if what I said was a lie, right?”
“yes.”
I spoke to the three black men.
“I stayed up all night listening to the three people’s stories, but in fact, it wasn’t fun, unmoving, interesting, or inspiring. I am so amazed at how people can fill their stories with excuses. They are experts at making excuses. But Mansangmunju.”
“yes.”
“I am leaving a promise. You must unite all the dark swords, organize everything that has happened, and report it to the Murim Alliance. “I also ask you to find a way to live.”
“How should I make a request?”
“In those cases, just be honest. We are a black island, so ask how we should live from now on. People are not stupid and there are many smart people in the Murim Alliance. Ask how your faction can survive without taking bribes. Since the four of us are fighting for our lives in Gangho, you can ask the Murim Alliance that much. There must be people in the Murim Alliance who are much more capable and responsible than the four of us. Are people in the military that stupid? “Are you going to do as I say?”
Mansangmunju nodded.
“I will.”
“This is the men’s pact, so I don’t want anything else. When I found out that the promise had not been kept. I also swear that at that time, I will come and kill those three people without any regrets. I have already killed public figures such as the Mureungja and traitors and exterminated the forces of the Demonic Cult. “What does that mean?”
I also looked at the three subordinates around me.
“…It’s no wonder I’m coming to kill you all. If the three of them take their property and run away, they will give money to various powerful intelligence groups and ask them to find my sworn brothers. “Let Mansangmunju tell me what this means.”
Mansangmunju answered.
“If that happens, the Demonic Cult will find us first.”
The eyes of Byeokryeokmunju and Cheonungbangju were fluctuating.
“…!”
“I am already a target of the demonic cult, so you too will have a limited life. I hope you don’t do that. I wasted two days because of you guys. However, if you later hear that Makseong has changed, you will know that the time we spent talking all night was not in vain.”
I got up and tightened the knot of my botjim again.
“I’ll take Jangsam as a gift… so you know.”
I quite liked Mansangmun’s black-robed ginseng. Man Sang-munju jumped up, but the other two were unable to get up right away because they were injured and had been sitting for too long.
Mansangmunju asked me in a puzzled tone.
“Are you going like this? “Let’s go and have a meal.”
“How can I eat the food served by the black sword because it is uncomfortable?”
“If I go to Ilyanghyeon, can I see Lord Moon?”
“There’s a good chance that I won’t be there because I’m busy. “Don’t come looking for me before I call you.”
I looked at Byeokryeokmunju.
“Byekryeokmunju.”
“yes.”
“I’m not really sorry about slapping you. “You probably know why.”
“It’s only natural that you planned to kill me from the beginning.”
When he looked at the Cheon-eung Ark, he also slightly lowered his head.
“…Thank you for saving my life, Lord Moon. “I should have gone to Suwoljeong a long time ago.”
Cheon-eung Bangju’s tone of voice had also changed, but it didn’t really matter.
I spoke to three people.
“We talked all night, and you’re not as unfamiliar as the people I saw yesterday. If we survive and reach the kite, we’ll see each other then. Black men…I’m going. “Oh, wait a minute.”
I stopped and turned around.
Not only the three leaders, but all the men of the dark island were watching me.
I made this suggestion to three people.
“You decided to report it to the Murim Alliance.”
“That’s right.”
“Why don’t you give generously to the people of Makseong by sharing the wealth you received in advance? It doesn’t matter if it’s condescending. Maengdo is where people live. It will be helpful during the investigation, so do it. Next time I pass by Makseong, instead of beating someone to death, I’ll just go into an ordinary guesthouse, eat a bowl of noodles, and move on. I’ll check all the results then, so see you later. “At that time, I will be working as a botjim merchant rather than an herbalist, so don’t touch me.”
I slowly looked around at the people who weren’t saying anything, then went on my way. Man Sangmunju’s voice was heard from afar.
“Please take a look.”
I didn’t bother to answer.
I also felt very pathetic for wasting two days on these black bastards.
Was it a good thing?
Was it just a useless nonsense?
Did you needlessly save the lives of those who were going to kill you?
Or is it the original human duty to do this?
Because it was a different response from my life as a madman, I do not know a clear answer to this action.
In fact, there is no expectation that Makseong will suddenly change. I don’t think those three people will reform and become charlatans. This is because people do not change easily. However, the reason I have to deal with it this way is because I don’t know what happens to people.
Just like me.
As I was leaving on my own again, the story of these three assholes often came to mind.
When I think about it, my story wasn’t told much.
Because I hid my story, they probably think I’m a great young expert, right?
Actually, that’s better. Sometimes, just pretending to be a normal Shinbi expert would make the other person feel more at ease.
Suddenly, I felt drowsy and hungry, and my walking became slower and slower.
I had no choice but to take a piece of Baeknyeonhasuo from my bin and chew it.
Even though I was hungry, the taste wasn’t bad.
It was good that I went to get some herbs, but if I came back like this, I ended up eating all the herbs.
Was this my elixir foodie trip after all?
Fortunately, as soon as I chewed the Baeknyeonhasooo, my hunger disappeared, I fell asleep, and my walking pace became faster.
So does this mean that what was taken out of the box and eaten was not Baeknyeon Hasuo, but Three Hundred Year Hasuo?
Damn it….
The tingling in my lower abdomen felt like a signal to stay somewhere and get some luck, but I ignored it and walked. Anyway, I can’t come back right away. Because no matter where I was, I had to sleep.
Suddenly this thought occurred to me.
I think he may have left because he wanted to spend a few days alone, not because he was looking for herbs. It wasn’t until I was alone that I remembered that I didn’t give a mental name to the damn plague, which is a combination of ice ball and brain energy.
The combination of Sun and Moon is Sun and Moon Gwangcheon.
It was Noejeonmacha who combined Baekjeon and Tendangong with both hands.
I wanted to give the moon and lightning something simple names.
The moonlight spread out like a thunderbolt and gave off a white energy, so it was named Moonlight Baekjin (月光白震). Even though it was a seasonal dish I made, it had a name that I would soon forget because it didn’t have an appetizing taste.
‘That’s strange. I really think I’ll forget.’
Somehow, I thought that White Night would be easier to memorize than Baekjin, so I changed the name to Moonlight White Night.
I felt like I wouldn’t forget it because it meant a night made white by the moonlight.
Sun and Moon Light Spring Lightning Chariot Moon Light White Night Sun and Moon Light Curtain.
Do you have enough stamina to freely use the four seasons?
I thought it was still too much.
Even while I was walking and running, I was immersed in thoughts of martial arts and realized that I was walking on an unfamiliar path.
“….”
It’s not a direction indicator, but it often happens like this when walking down the street at night. Because I am also a human being, I gradually moved away from places with few people and turned towards the world where people live. Is this why fire moths rush towards the light?
I became a lonely fire moth, looking for the light in the guest room.
When I think about it, I feel like I am a person who has to live in the secular world forever. A person who misses the world even when he or she is alone and has to travel alone even though he or she lives with others. I don’t know what’s inside me either.
After staying up all night for two days, I went into a shabby guest house on a quiet roadside and looked around. Although it was a time when there were no customers, there were often guesthouses where those who worked early in the morning could eat.
When no one came out to greet me, I was about to leave when I heard a voice from the kitchen.
“Are you eating?”
It was a voice that was quite old.
“It’s quite early, are you okay?”
“yes. “There are noodles, dumplings, and only one type of alcohol.”
“Give me all three.”
“yes.”
I sat down and looked at the small guesthouse. The table and chairs looked to be over 20 years old. As I was about to doze off for a while, the owner, who was in his forties, placed a large bowl of noodles and two side dishes of dumplings and alcohol on the table.
The owner said to me as he put down the food.
“…You seem tired.”
“I haven’t slept in several days.”
As was my habit, I looked at the owner’s face and then made eye contact. The owner was smiling exaggeratedly, but his eyes were small, so I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Enjoy your meal.”
The owner spouted out some useless words as he headed towards the kitchen.
“I guess you’re going out early in the morning to dig up herbs.”
The owner of the inn held onto his chopsticks, thinking that he was a useless bitch.
The noodles, dumplings, and side dishes all seemed tasteless. There is something called stains on food, and it was all dull.
I looked at the kitchen and tried to split the dumplings in the middle with chopsticks. As expected, the inside of the dumplings looked dull. I stirred the noodles again with chopsticks, checked the soup and noodles, and then took them out.
What about alcohol?
When I poured it into a glass, it turned out to be unidentified unidentified rice wine.
There was nothing edible.
I looked at the trash on the table with the air of a tired herbalist. Actually, I was thinking of leaving after eating this, lying down on the table, and sleeping for at least an hour. I just confirmed that there are many times when things don’t go as planned.
I asked the kitchen.
“…How much is here?”
A voice of confusion was heard from the kitchen.
“yes?”
“How much? calculate.”
The owner came out of the kitchen, looked at the table, and then made eye contact with me. The small eyes contained obvious emotions. The owner, with a hard expression on his face, spoke to me.
“Just go.”
“Just go?”
“yes.”
I was having a snowball fight with the owner and put my hand in his bosom. Instead of a pouch, he took out a flash dagger and stabbed it into the table.
I glared at the owner and nodded slightly.
“You can’t do that. “Come out here.”
The owner laughed and walked out, wiping his hands on his apron. He asked me as he sat across from me.
“Why are you doing that?”
I looked at the owner and said.
“I’ll do the billing, noodles, dumplings, and alcohol. “Take one bite at a time.”
“why.”
“why?”
“yes.”
This is because I decided that one of these three was poisoned. As I was about to force myself to eat it, men with swords came in at the entrance and greeted the owner.
“You opened early today?”
“Let’s have a bowl of noodles.”
Three people took up the table and looked at me and the owner, who were confronting each other, and laughed. There was a fishy smell in the guesthouse, as if people who hadn’t washed in a few days had come in.
The owner asked three people for help.
“He ordered food, but without even eating it, he suddenly told me to eat it.”
“Really? Young man, what’s going on?”
I looked around at the new guests and answered.
“…Are you here to share noodles too?”
“….”
I smiled while moving my shoulders.
“You guys are out of luck today.”
