Published at 14th of August 2023 12:28:34 PM
Chapter 411 - You ran away right now, right?
Lee Gyeon-woo of the White Sword Bureau saw a man in black asking for a seat with an ambiguous expression.
Three people were sitting at a table for four people.
Of course, there is still one seat left, but it is an obvious fact that it is uncomfortable to sit down when it is full.
However, he did not open his mouth for disagreement.
It was difficult for him to talk about himself and Yoo Ji-an because they were in the same place as someone else.
Instead, he glanced at the young man with a puzzled face.
Even so, it was an indirect expression of discomfort.
Before he could answer anything, the man in black pulled out a chair and sat down.
Then he called Jeomsoi and ordered some food and drinks.
Lee Gyeon-woo, who was contemplating whether to join the black man, frowned slightly.
However, the man in black did not even look at Lee Gyeon-woo.
“Small brother, are you interested in Myeongwanggyo?”
“Just like that.”
He adopts an ambiguous attitude in response to the black man's question.
It is because he has no reason to reveal his circumstances to people he is unfamiliar with.
The black man looked at Yeonjeokha with strange eyes.
“Simply spend two hermits. Well, hit that. I am Noh Do-kyung.”
“… … .”
I sipped incense wine while listening to the man I was dating in one ear.
“What is your little brother’s name?”
“It’s called Yeon Mo.”
“It must have been Brother Yeon. To be honest, I am very interested in Myeongwanggyo. Are you looking for Myeongwanggyo?”
"why?"
“I thought two would be better than one. I came out after finishing the closed-door training, so I must know something. Isn't the mumbling famous school pretending to be the owner of the world? We can't get used to it. It would be better if I saw it with my own eyes.”
At the sound of “closed,” Lee Gyeon-woo showed interest.
“I am Lee Gyeon-woo of the White Sword Bureau. Which clan are you from?"
However, Noh Do-kyung did not respond.
“How is it? Would you like to go out together?”
"no."
It was rejected without any room for reconsideration.
Noh Do-kyung, who is not accustomed to rejection, frowned.
"why not?"
“Just.”
Noh Do-kyung's mouth fell open.
I just hate it.
'No, what kind of guy... … .’
On the other hand, Gyeonwoo Lee, who thought he had been ignored by Dokyung Noh, said a word in tears.
“Old brother, don’t people speak like words?”
“Are you talking to me just now?”
Noh Do-kyung turned his gaze to Lee Gyeon-woo.
When he looked like a foolish old man, he straightened up, and an eerie chill blew away.
Overwhelmed by the spirit of his opponent, Lee Gyeon-wu lowered his eyes.
“No, I just introduced myself, but there was no answer… … .”
“We’re having an important conversation right now, so don’t whimper around.”
"yes… … .”
Lee Gyeon-woo, who was overpowered, couldn't even make a sound.
Noh Do-kyung turned his head to Juk-rip-in again.
I was thinking of using it as a guide when I came out to the world after 10 years, but it seems to bounce too much.
“Little brother.”
"why?"
In an instant, Noh Do-kyung's eyebrows twitched.
The voice seemed to be shooting somewhere, but I couldn't tell because I couldn't see his face.
“Myeongwanggyo… … .”
“I’m not going.”
“If only… … .”
"Well, I'm not interested."
When the young man of Jukrip treated him as a shopkeeper, Noh Do-kyung slammed the table with a bang.
The commotion made Juru suddenly quiet.
“If someone asks, think seriously and answer!”
“Tell me how many times. I'm not going with you.”
"because!"
“It’s annoying.”
“You mean I’m annoying?”
“You’re still bothering me.”
“… … .”
Noh Do-kyung looked at Juk-rip-in with a blank face.
He says he's bothering him.
It was the first sound he heard in the life of Noh Do-gyeong, the Demonic Sect Patrol Messenger and the Escape Soul Demon Sword.
Just in time, Jeom So-yi brought out the food he ordered.
Noh Do-kyung did not know whether the food went into his mouth or his nose.
The word “annoying” lingered in my head the whole time.
Lee Kyeon-woo and Yu Ji-an couldn't breathe deeply at the chaotic momentum he exuded.
Yoo Ji-an, in particular, was truly restless.
The daughter of Yu Nak-seong, Jangju of the battlefield of Geum-woo, she could not even raise her head, fearing that Do-gyeong Noh would meet her eyes.
“Ah, full. Shall we stop this small group?”
There was a large portion of food left, but she wanted to leave quickly.
“Is that so?”
It was when Lee Gyeon-woo had just pulled back his chair to get up.
Noh Do-gyeong, who had been eating in silence, said a word.
“You don’t know how precious food is.”
At that, Gyeonwoo Lee pushed the chair forward again.
“Soju Yu, let’s eat some more.”
"yes… … .”
Yuan Yu let out a small sigh.
My stomach was bloated, as if it had been put on it earlier. One more bite here will definitely make you sick. However, if I didn't eat, I felt like I would be even more angry.
Nodo-kyung, who had been chewing and swallowing his food, suddenly lifted his head.
Yoo Ji-an, who had been nibbling the food in front of him, shrugged her shoulders.
“What is your relationship like?”
Confused by the man's question, Yoo Ji-an looked at Lee Gyeon-woo.
There is nothing called a relationship.
The White Sword Label Bureau and Geumwoo Battlefield do business, so when they meet occasionally, they only have a meal together.
'What should I say... … .’
To tell the truth, I was reluctant to even talk about my family.
When she hesitated, her bamboo stick jumped up and carried the bamboo backpack on his back.
And she left quickly.
Yoo Ji-an, who had been pointed out about the food, saw Jukripin's seat without realizing it.
His chicken bones were piled high.
Seeing the yellow bones without a single piece of flesh left is grotesque.
“This Confucius and I… … .”
After thinking about it, Yoo Ji-an struggled to open her mouth.
But she didn't keep her words for long.
She suddenly put down the food No Do-kyung was eating and left her seat.
There was also quite a bit of food left over from him.
Yoo Ji-an, who was crying, raised his voice.
"what! On the subject that he left like that too! Some say that food is not worth it!”
As soon as I came out of the main base, I headed south.
As the folk tale Cheon Woo-saeng said, I plan to visit Mt. Yeo in Gangseo Province first.
Noh Do-gyeong leisurely followed behind him.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been walking silently for a long time, looked back at him.
“Why are you following me?”
“Who is following you? They just go in the same direction.”
“Then, would you like to go first?”
“Uncle, something. We don’t even know each other, just call me the executioner.”
“I don’t know, that’s right. Do you think you're too old to be a prisoner?"
"haha! Age is just a number. It is important that the heart is connected.”
“Have you been through your heart? when?"
“When my younger brother said he was annoying, I felt a feeling that is difficult to express in writing.”
“Mister, do you like being cursed at?”
"No way. I'm not such a rootless bastard.”
“But why are you so moved by yourself?”
"I don't know if the younger brother will believe it, but this is the first person who said that it's annoying to me."
“So you were moved?”
"yes. Unlike the others, Smallje did not show hypocrisy in front of me. What I hate most is hypocrisy. But the world is full of hypocrisy. Small Emperor reminded me of a long-forgotten fact.”
“Don’t you just like being criticized?”
"you're welcome. All those who have cursed me so far are lying bare bones.”
There was nothing to say about Noh Do-kyung's sincere expression.
Are you even moved by the fact that the world is hypocritical and annoying?
“Uncle, what kind of royal family are you?”
“No.”
Noh Do-kyung's face showed pride.
Although he is not from the imperial family, he is a patrol messenger who oversees the magicians who once reached 100,000.
Of course, now everyone has scattered here and there, and the church has tilted.
“Are you going to keep following me like that?”
“Even deals going in the same direction. Like Sojae, I'm on my way south.”
“Why are you going south?”
“Originally, I wanted to find out about famous schools, but famous schools seem to be a bit difficult. You chose Myeongwanggyo as the next best option.”
Noh Do-kyung scratched the shaggy back of his head.
No matter how much he was a patrol messenger of the Demonic Cult, the famous school was a bit burdensome.
This is because defeating the Justice alliance and the Heaven and Earth Alliance is not an easy task even for the Demonic Cult.
On the other hand, Myeongwanggyo was somehow complacent.
I think it's because I think it's a side branch that came off from Myunggyo, the main body.
“You want to find out about famous churches?”
“Didn’t it suddenly jump out and shake the world? Just wondering what made them so strong.”
“What munpa are you from? He seems to be using a sword.”
“I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. He is a sect that pursues the ‘extreme magic of magic’.”
If it's the 'extreme of magic', then it's magic.
However, he hadn't even thought about that.
It was because it had been decades since the Demonic Cult had disappeared from the world.
Some were covered by the names of famous schools.
“Is there a door like that?”
“I really don’t know. If it was the small-je's teacher, he would have run away ten li after hearing all this.”
At Noh Do-gyeong's words, he laughed.
It is because none of Gucheon Hyeonnyeo and the good Cheongbulno are likely to do so.
"So what's your name?"
“It’s the Demonic Cult.”
“Why did you name it that way?”
“What is that name? How is the Demonic Cult?”
Noh Do-kyung looked at Juk-rip-in with a stunned face.
It was the first time anyone had ever spoken that way in front of the Demonic Cult.
“Evil doesn’t mean good.”
“Prejudice.”
“Why is that prejudice?”
“Do you think the world is true and true, little brother?”
“Not so much.”
"yes. the world has fallen The Demonic Cult is the gathering of those who destroy this fallen world and prepare the new heaven and earth to arrive.”
“The meaning is good, but why do you use the word ‘fiend’?”
“Before creating new heaven and earth, we must first destroy the old. If you look at it from the point of view of the old world, it must be a lightning bolt. That's why the world calls us devils. It's like they're doing devilish things according to the laws of nature.”
He nodded his head in suspense.
Not everyone agrees, but at least I thought I knew why they were called the Demonic Cult.
“It is difficult.”
“There is nothing difficult. It's a world that needs to be broken anyway, so you can destroy it as you please.”
As expected, it sounded like a magician.
It is said that the old music is broken for the sake of the new world to come, and by this time, it seems that the host and guest have been evangelized.
“There too, the teacher Are you there?”
I suddenly remembered Eighthwangsinmo, the founder of a famous religious cult.
If there was such an existence in a place called the Demonic Cult, it would be kind of scary.
“In our Demonic Cult, there is someone more dignified than Buddha Maitreya. Someday, if the fate comes, the small size will also hold his respect... … .”
“I don’t want to see you.”
“It will work. By the way, it's hot on a small day, so why does he wear something like that over his head?”
Noh Do-kyung subtly changed the topic.
I felt like I was losing money by only talking about myself until now.
"Looking at him going in and out of Juru in broad daylight, he doesn't seem like a criminal with a bounty."
"I wonder?"
“Is that what you mean? Even so, he is a person who accompanies you whether you hate or go.”
“Don’t run away when you see my face.”
“Chuck! This, do I look like someone who would run away just by looking at a man’s face?”
Dokyung Noh struck me in the chest with ‘I, I’ making a ‘puck-puck’ sound.
The couple took off their bamboo ribs without saying anything.
For a moment, Noh Do-kyung's steps slowed down.
Nodo-kyung, who had been walking shoulder to shoulder with him until just now, took a half step back.
“You ran away, right?”
Chapter end
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