episode_0038

[Late evening, the halls of the estate where the people of the collateral lineage of the Mo Yong family stay. A communal dining hall.]

Among the Murong family’s collateral branches, Murong Wu, a young man known for his exceptional abilities, had to suppress his dissatisfaction with recent events deep down in his heart.

“It’s unpleasant enough that they did something like that to a young lady, but how can we deal with people who come to Mo Yong-se every time and ask to meet just once?”

Murong Wu spoke with a sigh, but no one passing by responded to Murong Wu’s words.

“How long are we supposed to be mobilized and suffer like some lowly warrior?”

Although he had said it hoping for someone’s answer, it ended up becoming a soliloquy, so Mo Yongmu blushed and got up from his seat.

“This….”

His face turned red with anger and he jumped up from his seat, but Mo Yongmu could clearly hear something from the gazes coming from behind him.

-You’re blaming the assemblyman when you did something wrong.

-If the young lady passes away, how will the master cope with his sorrow?

-The Murong family is able to remain so stable and powerful because the head of the household has psychological stability upon the return of the young lady. If the head of the household had left the secular world to practice Taoism, who knows what would have happened to the Murong family?

That kind of story isn’t happening in a restaurant right now.

Because it was something that had been talked about for quite some time, and it was part of the conversation the warriors had been lamenting until the day before the funeral celebration.

-We’re better off though. Those who packed their belongings and left the family in advance because it seemed like Miss Mo Yongseol would pass away are now unable to return because they’re worried about what will happen.

-You have to think positively about things going well. Even if it’s a little difficult and tiring right now because you’re trying to deal with the chaos, won’t things stabilize to some extent as time goes by?

The warriors were clearly busy dealing with the large and small incidents that occurred around the Moryongse estate every day, but at least they did not show any irritation or displeasure because of it, rather they complained of fatigue.

Except for Mo Yong-mu.

-Isn’t that why he’s so upset because he wasn’t chosen?

A few days ago.

So, there was a scheme by the Demonic Cult, and it was a time when the Murong Sega had to act as if they were going to accept it.

-You’re going to step forward? …Hmm, I’ll think about it. I’ll think about it, but don’t expect too much.

Murong Wu immediately volunteered for the mission to save and take responsibility for the ‘women addicted to aphrodisiacs’, but the viceroy Murong Shan was not fond of Murong Wu.

And was dismissed from duty.

He boasted of having two women who were addicted to aphrodisiacs, but whose names were the same as his own (only the Chinese characters were different), and he had to take a portion of his salary and go to Giru to lift Honggi’s skirt.

How unfair is this?

Who is the person who works the hardest for Mo Yong-se, and yet you can’t even reward him like that?

“Fuck, fuck….”

Mo Yongmu was indignant, but he could not go outside.

-These people of the Murong family should not wander around outside carelessly. It is said that patients with venous thrombosis are slowly crossing the Yellow River and moving north.

The wealthy man warned his entire family.

After the incident with Jageommun, quite some time had passed, and the women who heard the news said that they would come up one by one to the Moryongse family’s pharmacy, along with Jageommun’s Yoo Ki-yeon, to receive a prescription for treating pulseless veins.

Of course, the patient will have a lot to prepare, and he will have to take frequent breaks and go up slowly during the process, so it will take time.

But what about the person in charge of that patient who came up first to ask for help in advance?

Even in the case of some sects, even after the funeral celebration of Murong Seol was over, they still did not return to their home bases but stayed at inns paying a lot of money. There was no sign at all that the work would increase in the future, rather than decrease.

“Fuck, fuck….”

In the meantime, there was nothing that Murong Wu, a mere first-class warrior, could do.

Usually, a first-class warrior is someone you can’t miss anywhere, but that’s only how first-class people are treated in mediocre schools.

In a family where the head of the family was the greatest in the world, Mo Yong-se had no choice but to receive treatment that was no different from that of second-rate people in other sects.

So, Mo Yong-mu lay down on the bed, lamenting.

Miss Murong Xue was cured, and if that Seok Mu-wol hadn’t openly said at the banquet hall, “I slept with Murong Xue,” then this wouldn’t have happened.

Mo Yong-mu gritted his teeth inwardly and expressed his annoyance.

Memories are naturally distorted as time passes, and although he never actually said anything like that, Mo Yong-moo had no choice but to vent his frustration at Assemblyman Seok Mu-wol, who had caused this incident, by swearing in his heart.

“Tsk. I wish I was someone who could treat arrhythmia…!”

If that were the case, then many women in the Central Plains-

“…tsk.”

Mo Yongmu swallowed his bitter feelings and closed his eyes.

I hope tomorrow will be less difficult and tiring than today.

…

Pok, pok, pok.

Shushush.

Square, square, square.

What could have gone wrong?

After waking up, Mo Yong-mu looked at himself reflected in the neatly polished copper mirror, scratched his head, and then couldn’t help but open his mouth.

“…Huh?”

In his hand, a handful of his own hair was caught.

It was as if the hair was ‘precariously attached to my head’, and even with just a light grip, dozens of strands fell out in clumps.

“…….”

Mo Yongmu carefully ran his hand through his hair.

A sensation that should not be felt gradually appeared in the place where he was rubbing, and Mo Yongmu swallowed and got up from his seat.

Mo Yong-se is a place with very good facilities.

It’s so nice that each room has a small separate space for washing up.

Mo Yongmu went to the bathroom very carefully, filled a basin with water, and then put his head in it.

Splash, splash, splash.

The moment I carefully ran my hand over my head a few times with water, swallowed hard, raised my head, and looked into the copper mirror.

“Ugh, euaaaah!!”

His own hair disappeared.

All that was left was a barren, desolate patch of hair, as thin as possible.

In the vast sea, threads were swaying as if black silk had been unraveled.

“Eee …

* * *

“…I didn’t know that one pill could cause hair loss like that.”

“One of the medicines the master made.”

Hair removal cream.

While Mo Yong-mu was sleeping, he applied a thick layer of medicine to his head that made the hair and its roots flexible and made it easier to remove oil and fall out of the body.

Thanks to that, Mo Yong-mu now has bald head as soon as he runs his hand through his hair.

Despite the chemicals, the hair roots that survived still have some strength left, but at most, there are not even a hundred.

“I hope it will come soon. My hair will come back.”

Anything that is not cooked properly is bound to go bad.

If you eat undercooked pork, your stomach will hurt, and if you eat unripe fruit, it will be too sour or not sweet enough.

Hope is like that too.

If what you earnestly desire is not a wish you had from before, but rather needs to mature over time, then it is natural that desires need time to develop and mature.

“I think you can watch it for a day.”

Mo Yong-mu’s hair is like that.

It is said that Mo Yong-mu is not coming out of his room right now.

“Your hair suddenly fell out, so you must be very embarrassed.”

“Representative. How are you going to return my hair?”

“Hair will grow over time anyway, so won’t time take care of it for you?”

“That’s right. I cut it close to baldness, and hair naturally grows back.”

Mo Yongseol smiled bitterly as he looked at someone’s hair burning brightly in front of him.

“But is this really a measure to recover from hair loss?”

“That’s right.”

“Why? I looked through some medical books at the pharmacy, and hair loss is caused by weakened hair roots, not by hair loss to its limit.”

“It has to do with people’s feelings.”

I tapped my heart with my thumb.

“It’s not a big deal for Mo Yong-mu to lose his hair and wish for it to grow back. That’s his personality. But it’s a very different story when you give a miracle of hair growth to someone who has no hair.”

“Why? Are you worried that a miracle that can make hair grow could cause serious problems? Are you worried that more people will want to be young or want other miracles?”

“No. Because it can cause great mental shock to that person.”

That’s what despair is.

“The frustration and sense of loss when you lose something you had is indescribable, but in the end, humans are beings who adapt to and follow fate, so you have no choice but to accept what has passed away.”

No matter how much Murong Wu fantasizes about the tragedy that has just happened to his hair, he has no choice but to accept his fate.

“It is more right to make Mo Yong-se bald by eliminating internal evils and see if his hair grows back than to give his hair back to a healthy bald person and take it away again.”

Even though I am a person like you, I cannot take away a miracle from someone who truly wishes for one.

“No matter how much we can perform miracles, we should not mock the hearts of those who truly pray earnestly.”

Mo Yong-mu?

Well, if there’s anything wrong with it.

It could be said that it was wrong to enter and exit Giru without permission, spend a night with Honggi, and spread false stories, thereby leaking information about the Murong family to the Demonic Cult.

* * *

And then, the next day.

After I fed Mo Yong-mu the Extreme Yang Chi-chi and confirmed that his hair grew back, I applied depilatory cream to his head again and shaved it off thoroughly.