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In any case, tasting the preserved leaves in the potion on the spot after receiving a gift is a gesture that, while not exactly polite, can make one feel pleasantly surprised.

Cheong put a preserved leaf soaked in potion into his mouth and chewed on it.

It was bitter at first, and had a strange taste.

An indescribable taste and texture that couldn’t be expressed.

The preserved leaf released only a bitter juice without melting or dissolving in the mouth.

It wasn’t bad enough to spit out, but it didn’t have a pleasant taste either.

Since it wasn’t meant to be eaten for its taste in the first place, there was nothing to be done about it.

He chewed it tightly, drank the juice, swallowed the residue like a gulp, and how much time had passed.

A drowsy feeling spread through him.

He felt light-headed, relaxed, and everything in the world seemed fuzzy. Like that.

Cheong crawled back, leaning against the wall, and then slumped down, feeling relieved.

In fact, the potion was like a first aid medicine in the wilderness.

Because of its excellent effectiveness.

It lowers fever, relieves fatigue, and stops diarrhea.

Not only that, it also soothes pain and hunger, there was no such miraculous herb in the world.

Moreover, it grew well without dying.

It was a common practice for nobles to plant several in their backyard for medicinal use.

It was also common for nobles to carry it around to prepare for a few days of suffering each month.

It wasn’t just about feeling dirty and a little sick, but in the ruthless world of the wilderness, there was no room for women’s circumstances to be considered.

So the other two weren’t stopped either.

Changbin seemed embarrassed as if he had something to say, but just turned his gaze away.

Paengdaesan just gave a piece of advice.

“It’s not good for nobles. It’s better to use it only when it’s really tough…”

As he said that, he looked at Namgoong Shinjae.

At least Paengdaesan thought he looked at him.

“By the way, Namgoong, do you know how to take care of yourself? You’re taking care of yourself?”

“Huh. Paeng, are you suspicious? It wasn’t me who took care of it, it was Subigu who gave it to me.”

“Subigu? How so?”

Subigu Nugok, the open-minded herbalist, was well known for his obsession with secrets.

“When I first met Geomwoo, he was in a bad mood. I thought, ‘Is there such a fierce woman in the world?’ Maybe the old man saw that too and wanted to give her some potion.”

“Oh.”

Paengdaesan’s expression changed.

Fierce. Fierce.

What on earth did Subigu see that he personally took care of the preserved leaves of a girl who was like a granddaughter.

“No, there’s no need to send such a suspicious look. Well, after all, since I’ve made such a precious friend like Geomwoo, isn’t it just like the saying ‘Don’t be greedy in life’? Isn’t that right, Geomwoo?”

“Yes. Geomwoo.”

Cheong raised his arm in response.

Preserved leaves are inherently bitter.

There’s no way you wouldn’t get drunk after swallowing one whole and drinking all the juice.

When chewing preserved leaves for the first time, they were either finely chopped or boiled like tea and drunk in moderation.

Paengdaesan chuckled.

What’s this? Why is he chewing preserved leaves like someone trying it for the first time?

“…Could it be. You.”

– Esteemed guests. Dinner is ready.

The servant’s voice interrupted Paengdaesan’s words.

—-

Cheong wasn’t drunk, he had taken a drug.

In fact, alcohol is strictly speaking a type of drug, and there are different effects depending on the type of drug.

Alcohol stimulates the blood and uplifts the mood, making one make hasty judgments.

On the other hand, opium clouds the mind and provides a dream-like comfort.

Cheong was in a state of profound relaxation, as if she were lingering at the shrine.

And at the shrine, she had developed a habit of reacting to the nightly bombardment of nuclear honey bombs through the swordplay of Seomunsurin.

Originally, habits tend to surface more when the mind is clouded, so it was natural for Cheong, who was dazed from opium, to reveal her habits.

A delicate girl fluttered down the street.

Paengdaesan frowned and Changbin glanced at Cheong.

Namgoong Shinjae didn’t really care.

Having seen all sorts of things, if Gomu didn’t do anything too embarrassing, that was enough.

The gatekeeper Wang Gaeyuk and his children stared.

Who is she? Is she the same ‘her’ from earlier?

She was a woman who devoured her enemies like her own parents, as if she were trying to eradicate them from the world.

And even though she seemed drowsy throughout the conversation, even nodding off a few times, suddenly she appeared as a refined young lady, which was quite surprising.

The angsook made her forget her hunger and gave her a sense of fullness.

Cheong carefully selected and savored the delicious food.

In the midst of everyone’s surprise, there was one person who felt a different emotion.

It was Wang Sonman, the second son of Wang Gaeyuk.

He was feeling victorious, thinking, “Yes, it’s me! Not my brother, but me!”

As his confidence grew, his nose lifted and his chin tilted upwards.

Okgirin, being so handsome, probably never even considered competing with me in the first place. Realistically, I am the most attractive one here.

As Wang Sonman basked in his victory, Paengdaesan’s discomfort grew.

Cheong was simply content.

Just looking at her was enough.

-324.

What a beautiful number.

Whether the Missionary treats the commoners as humans or not, that brat is a martial artist, so he must be a bad guy in the end.

His father is a good person, his brother is a good person, and even his annoying little sister – who was only -17 – is a good person.

Having committed over three hundred evil deeds alone, he was truly amazing and deserving of gratitude.

He was the talent confirmed at the afternoon tea party.

After hearing the story related to the disappearance in the room, it all made sense.

Ah, that brat!

Why use the name of Daemyungmun?

Because it naturally works.

If it’s a lucrative job commissioned by Daemyungmun, it would seem less risky and less fearful of retribution.

But for it to work?

You had to be able to assure that the commission came from Daemyungmun.

And if the second son did it himself?

You would have no choice but to believe it.

So, it was a kind of business card scam.

Seems like those scam artists are all the same.

Cheong thought with her drug-induced, excited mind.

How would this play out in-game?

Perhaps leading her comrades to find evidence, people, and witnesses, shouting that the culprit is among them, selling out the honor of others instead of herself, and enjoying a detective game?

Usually in games where NPCs can’t be attacked. Enemies are only recognized as such after all the conspiracies are revealed.

And only then can you strike them.

But?

Is this a game? Honestly, I don’t know either?

Does that mean I can’t attack?

That’s not true.

Status window? If you can block it, would you like to try blocking it?

Screw that. I do as I please. Even though the screw is gone.

But still, believe that the spirit of a man remains.

Cheong’s smile gradually turned sinister.

Fortunately, a catastrophe where the girl who was overflowing with heavenly energy suddenly spewed out life did not occur.

It was time for the meal, so the dining area was cleared.

As they finished their meal and headed back to their rooms.

Cheong passed by Wang Sonman and whispered softly.

“Master, see you at the east gate. I’ll be waiting.”

A puff of air escaped from Wang Sonman’s nose.

—-

Even Cheong was late, dozing off in the faint aura.

Of course, Cheong was not at fault at all.

The responsibility for being late lay entirely with the uncivilized medieval Chinese primitives in the room who didn’t even have a clock.

On the other hand, Cheong didn’t know that the east gate was not the only gate to the main hall.

So Wang Sonman wandered back and forth between the gates of the factions, making Cheong anxious.

Did they play a trick on me?

Come to think of it, there was no reason for them to choose me among the various celestial disciples.

Even if they did, there was no reason to provoke the second son when they already had a successor in the faction.

But that look.

If I was late because I dozed off for a moment?

So Wang Sonman hesitated for a while.

In modern terms, it meant wandering around for three hours just to hook up with a girl once.

It was the sadness of a man.

And finally.

“Ah, Master. I’m sorry for being late.”

“No, Nangja. I was just about to come out, no, I’ve been waiting for so long… but it’s okay.”

Realizing the oddity in his usual response, Wang Sonman changed his words.

If he was more than half an hour late and just came out now, he shouldn’t say he didn’t wait long. He would become the late one.

“Um, Master. I’m embarrassed to ask this, but…”

“W-what is it?”

“Is there a place where you can shout loudly without being heard?”

“Gasp.”

Wang Sonman unknowingly let out a breath.