Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 385

Published at 11th of August 2023 03:49:16 PM

Chapter 385 - I'm the same guy.

Soldiers during the Justice alliance era were generally ignorant of magic.

If it weren't for the famous religion, the magic method would still be ignored by people.

However, with the 12 horse soldiers of the famous school and the 8 gates and 8 battles spread over Mt. Poongji, the magic method and magician have established themselves as a must-have element in Moorim's breakwater.

The Cheonji League recruited magicians in earnest, and that led to the Hocheon League.

The waryong swordsman Yeon Moo-baek and Yeon Seung-baek, who were active in the Justice League and the Cheonji League, recognized Namcheon's identity at once.

If you're from Ohryonggung, you're a sorcerer.

Yeon Mu-baek and Yeon Seung-baek exchanged glances with ambiguous expressions.

Wouldn't it be known if it was Hocheonmaeng or a giant breakwater?

In a small country military officer like Yeongamugwan, the sorcerer was the same as Gyereuk.

This is because there is nothing to use in the fight against the Iron Blood.

Only the speaker, who was active in the upper direction and could not know such a situation, tilted his head.

“Oryonggung? Do you think there is a dragon palace in the shaman faction?”

Before Yeon Jeok-ha could answer, Yeon Mu-baek stepped forward.

“I don’t know about you, but in Gangho, the sorcerers of the Oryong Palace are famous. Nam So-hyeop, please take good care of me in the future.”

Yeonmubaek looked politely.

It was a little regretful, but it was greatly welcomed that a non-partisan disciple came as a guest.

Of course, it would be of great help in recruiting ronin, as well as putting pressure on Sangvis.

“Ah, yes.”

Yeon Jeok-ha received an awkward greeting.

Judging from the expressions of Hyeonmu Baek, Yeonseungbaek, and Speech Ji, it seems that he doesn't know who he is.

It's not surprising since I didn't recognize the heart pain that haunted me like a shadow.

It was strange that he treated me so kindly just for the reason that he was a disciple of a non-partisan faction.

It is a magic created by the name that everyone is a non-partisan.

It's sweet, yet bittersweet.

It was a treat I had never received while in Green Forest, but it wasn't as enjoyable as it was.

At that time, Yang-hwa said as if explaining.

“Oh, Nam So-hyeop’s face is because he took the wrong medicine. It's not a contagious disease like Mama's, so I hope you'll be comfortable with it."

“Oops. I see. It must be uncomfortable, but is there any improvement?”

Yeonmubaek carefully examined Yeonjeokha's face.

Even if it wasn't, the swelling on my face was uncomfortable, but I thought there would be such a situation.

“It’s getting better. It should be cured by summer at the latest.”

“I’m glad. I really want to see the true face of Nam Sohyeop. If you feel better, please stop by later.”

“… … .”

Yeonjeokha did not respond to Yeonmubaek's good words.

After learning the art of speech, he was avoiding promises he could not keep.

The speaker frowned at his silence.

It's because it seems that the sorcerer, Nabu Rang, trusts the shaman faction and ignores Yeonmu Baek.

Knowing her sister-in-law's fiery personality, Yang-Hwa hurriedly came forward.

"Oh. South Sohyup. If you don't have an appointment, why don't you have dinner together at Yeongamugwan? Since you're a guest, let's say hello to each other.”

Gu Cheon-no, who had a relationship with him, also tried to refuse, thinking of old sim.

But when she thinks of her kindness toward her ugly self, her heart weakens.

“I see.”

The speaker glanced at him with disapproving eyes.

It was annoying to see him chewing on his big brother's questions and answering Yang-hwa in a straight line.

The experienced smoke bag naturally took a step and blocked the speaker's view.

“Nam Sohyeop, let me guide you where to stay. You are treating the heads of households.”

At Yeon Mu-baek's words, Yeon Seung-baek and Yeon Seong-baek turned around and left.

“They are my younger brothers. Although they are still immature, they are good children at heart.”

I shook my head in a row.

Even the much younger Sang-do (Jum So-yi of the Namyeon guesthouse) is not like that, but what about iron?

“It reminds me of the saying, ‘It is a ghost who grows up.’”

“Foot!”

Yang-Hwa burst into laughter at Yeon Jeok-Ha's words, which seemed serious as if he were joking.

When Yang-Hwa reacted to his own light distance, he felt better.

She seemed to resemble Nam Soo-kyung.

She communicates well with herself and her conversation, and despite her face, she doesn't mind and is kind.

I don't know anything else, but I think Yeon Moo-baek's marriage went well.

Audience.

When Yeon Seung-baek and Yeon Seon-ju, who had gone out to see off the guests, returned, Jangju Jangju Mountain Sea Sword Ryeong-cheon Jeong asked.

“Did anyone stay and help?”

Yeonseungbaek nodded his head with a trembling face.

“Yes, one person has left.”

"oh! Great. Great. That one could turn into ten, and it could turn into twenty. Where did you say who? Are you a ronin?”

“They are called non-partisan secular disciples. My older brother is guiding me to the lodging.”

"Oh oh! Heaven help Heaven help.”

Rated Cheon moved his hips as if he would wake up at any moment.

If you are a non-partisan, secular disciple, you can change the game of battle, so it is natural to be excited.

“By the way, they say he’s a drunkard.”

“… … .”

Jeongyeon-cheon's mouth was tightly shut.

Even the warriors at the top of the house, who had been excited for a while, quickly calmed down.

Rated Chun, who blinked his eyes at his blank face, asked.

“A drunkard?”

“Yes, it is said that he is a disciple of the Oryong Palace.”

"her! It's a pity. Well, there is no doubt that this is good news. It will definitely be of great help in gathering the ronin. You won't be able to move easily in the Iron Blood Room.”

“We think so too.”

“But why is that expression? Is something going on?”

“No big deal.”

“Tell me what it is.”

When Yeon Seung-baek hesitated, the speaker took his place.

“On the subject of a sorcerer, he was condescending as if he were anything. She was so revealing about her female appearance, she didn't even respond to her big brother's questions, only talking to her sister. If it wasn't really a non-partisan disciple, I'd just shave my face... … . No, you shouldn't punch him in the face. Because it's dirty."

Rated Chun frowned at the speech notes.

Looking at it, it seems that there is a problem with the personality of the sorcerer.

“Even if I get angry, I will endure it. There must be someone like that in order to fight against the Iron Blooded Room.”

"i know. So I gritted my teeth and endured it.”

“Good job. You don't avoid poop because you're afraid of it, you avoid it because it's dirty.”

"that's right. They say personality shows in the face, right? That person is really... … .”

The speaker talked about how nasty a person Namcheon, a non-partisan secular disciple, was.

Doing so makes me feel a little more at ease.

He's the first human I've ever met, so I don't know why he's upset about everything he does.

The smoke bag pointed at the palace next to the gymnasium.

“That's where the guesthouse will be used. There are five rooms, so you can use one of them.”

"yes."

It was when Yeonjeokha nodded his head inadvertently.

Yang-hwa, who had been glancing at the bamboo backpack since earlier, asked with a curious face.

“Oh, you said you were under training, right?”

"That's right."

“Do non-partisan sectarian disciples do the same thing? I heard that only masters do it.”

He hesitated in response to a rather sharp point.

'Can I reveal that I am a named disciple?'

The worry didn't last long.

“Because I am a named disciple of old man Cheongbulno. ‘Namcheon’ is the doho I received.”

"ah! You did. I didn't even know that, and I kept saying that I was small. Then what can I call you?”

“Just call me ‘Namcheon’.”

“Yes, then I will call it ‘Namcheon Sohyeop’ from now on.”

Yang-Hwa did not bother to ask for her last name and passed on.

The smoke bag that was listening next to me didn't argue further.

In fact, Namcheon was only a symbolic being, so it didn't matter what he was called.

Still, I was curious about one thing.

“Are you going to become a master of the Namcheon Sohyup?”

"no."

He adamantly denied it.

I hated even imagining a dull and boring life like a guru.

“Haha, that’s right. So, do you have any plans?”

“I’m thinking of saving money and becoming the owner of an inn.”

“That's good too. If you open an inn later, please contact me.”

In response to the embarrassing request, Yeonjeokha hurriedly turned around.

“By the way, why did you establish a military crown?”

“Originally, my dream was to follow in my father's footsteps and run a manor. But it wasn't easy. I don't know if you know it, but I ate it twice.”

“Did you eat it?”

“Yes, the manor built by my father was taken over by the famous religion. The second manor I built was ruined by being swept up in silver. I didn't want to get caught up in the silver circle again, so I came down to the countryside. However, it is not easy to live quietly, whether the sale is ferocious. haha."

A bitter taste in Yeonmubaek's laugh, which was somehow despondent.

It was none other than himself who destroyed the Waryongjang he built for the second time.

“Looking at it earlier, I couldn’t see one of his brother’s arms… … .”

“I lost it when fighting Yumyeonggyo in Cheonjimaeng. I ate the second manor and had no place to go, so I entrusted it to Jeongeui-myeong with his younger brother.”

"ah… … .”

“Because of that, there is a lump in the hearts of my younger siblings. My personality has also become rough.”

For some reason, Yeonjeokha's heart felt heavy at Yeonmubaek's words.

He thought he had the most unhappy childhood in the world.

He only thought he was the victim, but the situation was reversed before he knew it.

Is it because of red line?

The half-brothers, who were only nasty and resentful, looked a little pitiful.

“Oops! In the beginning, I said all the stars. I'm not originally this kind of person. Please understand.”

At Yeonmubaek’s words, Yangyanghwa laughed.

“I guess you liked Namcheon Sohyup? The one who doesn’t talk about his family in front of others.”

“Did I?”

“It wasn’t even good for me.”

“It wasn’t a good story.”

Then Yang Hwa said to Yeonjeokha.

“Namcheon Sohyup, have you seen it? Because you are such a person You did a good job with that bad story in the first meeting.”

"haha… … .”

I couldn't help but laugh.

Thanks to Yi-Hwa Yang, who is witty and considerate, the atmosphere has become friendly.

After unpacking at the lodging, the couple went to the biggest bar in Goseong Village.

It wasn't difficult to find old sim there.

He strode to the window seat and sat down opposite the old sim.

He poured a drink into the cup under his lover with a face flushed with old sim.

“No, Gongja. Why are you so late? I thought I would die of drinking while waiting.”

“Tsk! What if the owner of the bar gets drunk and dies?”

Licking tongue and drinking alcohol stuffed into the mouth

I enjoyed the sweet yet bitter aftertaste, and a hot energy rose up in my throat.

“Cool! Cool!”

Seeing this, she smiled heartily and said.

“This is bamboo leaf cheong, the liquor of strong men. Confucius should also get away from the incense wine. How is it?"

Yeonjeokha put down her empty glass with her sullen face.

"So-so. The alcohol is there.”

“Are you there? He speaks on the big day. It may be the same in terms of drinking and getting drunk, but each drink has a heartbreaking history and tradition. Speaking of fragrant wine that Confucius likes to drink... … .”

The old sim that continued to talk about alcohol was clouding the end of the conversation.

It's because Yeonjeokha's expression is dark.

"why? What happened? Did you get kicked out of the door by those damn kites?”

“I’m Yeon too.”

“Who is who? Still, Confucius is different from those shameless Yeons.”

"no. I'm the same guy. I only know what I've been avoiding, and I have no interest in other people's circumstances. shit! Old Sim.”

"yes?"

“When you take revenge, do you have to consider the enemy's position? isn't it like that? yes?"

“What is that, the sound of slapping a baton while sleeping? It's revenge to trample down the enemy, but you're considering your position? Not even the Buddha.”

Chapter end