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    Wahahaha.

    Murmur.

    The large yard located in the outer garden was full of people laughing and talking noisily.

    As it was the wedding of the daughter of the head of the royal family, the scale of the wedding was enormous.

    From what I overheard workers passing by, it is said that in addition to this place, three more places are also serving customers separately.

    ‘The scale is definitely different.’

    I slowly opened the door to look outside and closed it again. This was because he could see an attendant approaching from a distance.

    After waiting for a while, I heard a voice calling me.

    “Confucius. Now it’s your turn to come out.”

    “I’ll be out soon.”

    Seueueuu

    After saying that and getting up, the other servants waiting next to me organized my clothes for the last time.

    I opened the door and went out.

    I wondered how I managed to calm people down in that short period of time, and the eyes of the customers, who had become noticeably quieter than before, were drawn to me.

    “Um…”

    “Aren’t you too young to get married?”

    “The rumor is that he already fought and won against an evil Madhu…”

    “Isn’t this a bit of an exaggeration?”

    Most of those gathered here were influential figures from the Anhui region.

    Despite what they had already heard in advance, they seemed a little taken aback by the fact that the groom actually looked quite young.

    However, perhaps because the Namgung family was aware of it, or perhaps because they could not commit the rudeness of throwing cold water on the happy occasion of a wedding, they soon started having conversations one by one, as if they were defending me.

    “But now that the daughter’s wedding has taken place, I guess the Namgung family head has one less thing to worry about.”

    “Cancer, health, marriage… Wow. There were some things I was worried about, but how happy I am to have met such a great partner.”

    “The groom’s neat appearance and the sparkle in his eyes must be a sign of good fortune for the Namgung family.”

    “What if there was a bit of exaggeration mixed in with the inaction? If you receive support from Sega from now on, isn’t it guaranteed that you will reach the rank of expert at some point?”

    The reaction wasn’t as bad as I thought.

    Not long ago, I heard from my teacher, Namgunghyeon, that while handing out wedding invitations at the Namgung family, they introduced me as the last descendant of a well-established family in a distant region.

    If that had not been the case, perhaps there would have been a less friendly response than there is now.

    The wedding went smoothly.

    All I had to do was stand still without doing anything else.

    After a few formalities, the bride, Namgung Hwaran, finally entered.

    ‘oh…’

    Her face was covered with cotton thread, but a thin piece of cloth could not hide her beauty.

    I didn’t bother to stop the corners of my mouth from rising of their own accord.

    “……”

    Before I knew it, she came across from me and gently lowered her head.

    When I thought about actually getting married, I felt ashamed.

    I reached out and lifted the cotton thread and made eye contact with her.

    The guests gasped in surprise at her slightly revealed beauty.

    When Namgung Hwaran first appeared, people who frowned at her white hair were no exception.

    I said, looking at her eyes that sparkled like obsidian.

    “I’ll make you happy.”

    “……!”

    Her eyes widened slightly and she looked surprised at the first time she spoke informally, and then responded with a blush.

    “Yes…”

    The host next to me, who seemed embarrassed by my sudden behavior, broke into a cold sweat and said something, but we looked into each other’s eyes in silence for a while.

    That’s how the formal wedding ended.

    Thanks to the host who was sweating profusely and working hard, my unexpected behavior was quietly overlooked.

    From now on, my name is officially Namgoong Minho.

    The schedule after that was unremarkable.

    All we had to do was greet as many guests as possible before the gorgeous wedding attire felt cumbersome.

    Most of the guests’ well-wishes were very similar in content.

    It was a compliment to Namgung Hwaran and I on our looks, a blessing for the future of our child who hasn’t even been born yet, and a story about living well together for a long time.

    Then, I answered them on behalf of Namgung Hwaran, who was sitting quietly.

    “Haha, thank you. I hope you enjoy the feast.”

    After saying hello, they quickly walked to the place where the adults of the Namgung family were gathered.

    The original purpose of having my face stamped was to meet the head of the Nangung family.

    I didn’t feel like they were cold or rude.

    I am of unknown origin, and according to the words of the Namgung family, I am the only descendant of a fallen noble family, and Namgung Hwaran’s position in the family was very small.

    So, the main purpose of their attendance at this wedding was not to congratulate us, but to meet the head of the Namgung family, whose face is difficult to see in any weight class. This golden opportunity did not come easily.

    This was more comfortable for me too.

    I didn’t like the fact that I got unnecessary attention and had to spend a long time talking to other men instead of my wife from the first day of marriage.

    Rather, if there was a person who was too clingy, he would have been wary of whether someone had some other agenda.

    ‘Is this the end?’

    The greeting line, which was so long that the end could not be seen, got shorter right around the corner.

    A monk approached me.

    At the banquet hall, a group of monks were already receiving offerings, and it seemed like they had come to offer congratulations on their behalf.

    A monk wearing a jangsam and a red robe was dressed in class.

    “Amitabha Buddha. Congratulations on your success. Lord, ”

    “Thank you. There are a variety of foods made for monks, so please feel free to eat them to your heart’s content.”

    “Yes, thank you.”

    I waited for the monk to leave after saying hello, but he did not turn and just looked at me with a gentle expression.

    “Do you have something to say to me?”

    “The servant’s name is said to be Hyesang.”

    “Yes? Uh… Is that so? nice to meet you Monk Hyesang.”

    ‘what?’

    I was a little taken aback when I saw Monk Hyesang suddenly introducing himself.

    Monk Hyesang looked at me with unwavering eyes, whether I was embarrassed or not.

    “Actually, Binseung came to congratulate the Lord on his happy birthday, but his original purpose was to give thanks on behalf of Shaolin Temple.”

    The Shaolin Temple is a group of powerful monks that often appear in martial arts novels.

    That remains unchanged in this Tuseonhyuphaengrok, and they were one of the great powers of the martial arts group who possessed world-class martial arts such as Baekbo Shinken (百步神拳) and Geumgangbudongshinbeop (金剛不動身法).

    I said without bothering to hide my embarrassed expression.

    “Are you saying thank you…? I don’t remember doing anything to deserve the Shaolin Temple’s gratitude…”

    “Didn’t you cut off the head of one of the madou that was disturbing the world? A man who beat to death both martial people and ordinary people when they went against his will. Tuma used the excuse of competing in martial arts to cut off good martial artists.”

    “Ah…”

    “Amitabha Buddha. I am sorry for the harsh words spoken by a monk who is supposed to follow the teachings of Buddha. There is still a lot of work to be done.”

    “No. It is not wrong, so there is no need for Monk Hyesang to apologize.”

    And just in case, I asked the guidebook about Monk Hyesang.

    Then, the explanation in the guidebook continued, as to whether it was the person who appeared in the original work.

    [Monk Hyesang is a character who appears briefly as an obstacle to the main character.]

    ‘what? ‘So you’re a bad person?’

    Startled, I barely managed to hide my expression and asked the guidebook again.

    [If the definition of a bad person is to ask about a character who plays a villain, then that is not the case. Monk Hyesang is a disciple of the Ten Precepts and Ten Monks. The Ten Precepts and Ten Monks are monks who manage the ten precepts that monks must follow in Buddhism.]

    ‘Then Monk Hyesang…?’

    [Monk Hyesang is a disciple of the Ten Precepts and Ten Monks who is in charge of the precepts of fighting and not stealing others.]

    ‘Ah… then it could be an obstacle.’

    Due to the nature of Tuseonhyeophaengrok, most of the protagonist’s enemies were bad villains.

    Thanks to this, I apologized in my heart for instantly misunderstanding Monk Hyesang as a corrupt monk at the word “obstacle.”

    And then, as if nothing had happened, I naturally pointed to the Namgung Hwari next to me with my palm.

    “I did not defeat Tuma alone. If it weren’t for my wife right here next to me, it would have been me who fell.”

    “Oh… Is that so?”

    “Yes, I was able to have such a happy day because I used memorization at important moments to distract Tuma.”

    Namgung Hwaran blushed as if she was a little embarrassed by the conversation between her husband and the monk who suddenly praised her.

    At that time, a man standing behind Monk Hyesang joined the conversation.

    “I’m sorry for what I said. Can I ask you a few questions about that memorization?”

    “Excuse me, who are you?”

    “My name is Dang Un-yeop of Sacheon Dangmun. Congratulations on your marriage. Sohyeop.”

    Then Monk Hyesang, who heard the introduction, looked slightly surprised and chanted the Buddha’s name.

    “Amitabha Buddha. I can’t believe that Lord Soga of Sacheondangmun came to visit me in person…”

    ‘Sogaju?!’

    I barely suppressed the shock that was about to escape my lips and looked at the man again.

    He was wearing a nondescript gray long robe and his hair was somewhat sloppily organized.

    If it weren’t for his odd-looking face and eye-catching green irises, he looked no different from a young man commonly seen on the streets.

    After briefly greeting Monk Hyesang, Dang Un-yeop looked at me again and asked a question in a polite manner.

    “Namgung Sohyeop. Can I ask you about the memorization technique you used when you killed Tuma?”

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